Shelf life love

Yuecheng Academy of Fine Arts has a history of [-] years. Although the dormitories and most of the teaching buildings were newly built in recent years, those towering trees have been silently waiting for more than half a century.

A row of old teaching buildings by the lake have not been demolished, and together with those trees, they have become footnotes of the Academy of Fine Arts' time.

Ever since he stepped into the Academy of Fine Arts, Qi Lin had a strange feeling.

This feeling is indescribable, like holding a key, but yet to find the door that can be opened by the key.

For more than ten years, he has never experienced the feeling of memory loss. He just had a nightmare repeatedly a few years ago. When he woke up, he couldn't remember what he saw in the dream, leaving only extremely vivid fear and powerlessness.

The minutiae of getting along with Ye Zhuohan made him suspect that he and Ye Zhuohan had known each other for a long time, but at a certain moment, for some reason, he forgot a part of the past.

But this judgment is based only on reality, not self-perception.

Now standing on the campus of the Academy of Fine Arts with a strong artistic atmosphere, listening to the unique laughter and laughter in the college, he finally has a real feeling-he was indeed here once, and had a precious encounter.

"President Qi?" HR reminded: "Are you too tired?"

Qi Lin pulled away from his thoughts and smiled: "Fortunately, I just drank coffee before going out."

HR said: "But you have been distracted today."

Qi Lin raised his eyebrows inadvertently, "Really? It's rare to come to college, maybe I'm too nervous."

"School recruitment should not make you nervous." HR knows how to read people best, "Mr. Qi, this place is very special to you."

Qi Lin studied art abroad, everyone knows that he "run away".But Qi Lin didn't tell anyone about his interest class in Yuecheng Academy of Fine Arts when he was in high school, and he doesn't want to talk about it now.

"The exhibition has two areas, one is in the Art Museum of the East District, and the other is in the Student Square of the South District." HR said: "I checked just now, and the works recommended by the school to our students are all in the Art Museum."

Qi Lin generally knows the difference between an art museum and a square. The former is formal and has a certain threshold for selecting the best works, while the latter is free creation with no restrictions.

Fashion design is different from traditional art. On the premise of solid basic skills, creators pursue publicity and uniqueness.

Qi Lin thought about it, and planned to go to the student square first.

HR said: "But the hospital's list..."

"There's no rush." ​​Qi Lin said, "Or we can split up, and you go and meet the students recommended to us by the school first."

The Academy of Fine Arts has been expanded, and the southern area is an old campus in the true sense. The old walls are covered with colorful graffiti. Although it is not yet summer, the trees are already flourishing, with a warm atmosphere like midsummer.

Qi Lin was not in a hurry to see the exhibition, and walked slowly on a tree-lined road.

He remembers the road.

The interest class back then was set up in the South District, and the classroom was in an old teaching building by the lake.Every time he came to class, after entering Xiaonanmen, he had to carry the drawing board on his back and pass through this tree-lined avenue.

He didn't sign up for the kind of casual classes. The money was more paid and the class hours were longer. Except for Saturdays and Sundays, there were also classes on two evenings during the week.High school ended late, and sometimes he didn't have time to eat in order to catch up with the classes at the Academy of Fine Arts.

Even so, there was still not enough time, and he always rushed past this long boulevard.

Suddenly, Qi Lin stopped and raised his head, looked at the leaves and blue sky above his head, smelled the seven lixiang wafting from the lake, his eyes were full of confusion.

This is the most beautiful road in the Academy of Fine Arts. It is dotted with stars in spring and summer, colorful in autumn, and snow-covered by the lake in winter.

Some fragments flicker in the memory, like the sunlight leaking through the leaves at this moment.Qi Lin found that he remembered the beauty of the four seasons here, as if he used to take a leisurely walk or ride a bicycle on this road.

But this is not right, he is obviously always running in a hurry, and has no time to stay for the beautiful scenery.

"Ding Ding-"

The bicycle that passed by made a crisp bell, Qi Lin looked subconsciously, and saw two boys sitting on the bicycle, both carrying drawing boards, the one in front was silent, while the one in the back spread his hands and his legs were propped to the sides. Hee hee haha, I don't know what a person is having fun with.

Qi Lin's heart flinched for no reason, the pumping motion was like the grasp of a hand, holding a ray of déjà vu.

Continuing to move forward, Qi Lin took a picture of the boulevard with his mobile phone, and wanted to send it to Ye Zhuohan, he hesitated for a long time, but still gave up.

At the end of the boulevard is the Student Square.

The school provided many exhibition racks, which should have been neatly arranged, but now they have been moved in a mess, with paintings of different styles pasted on them.Many students set up booths and were creating on the spot as if no one else was around.

The whole square is like a sea of ​​colors, and Qi Lin is in it, infected by youth and vigor, and his heart is surging.

A short boy bumped into him suddenly, the paintbrush in his hand stained his clothes, he hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'll compensate you, how much?"

People who come to the student square more or less know what's going on here, and their clothes are easy to get dirty, so no matter if they are painting students or onlookers, they will not wear expensive clothes.The boy is 100 or [-] years old, and his whole outfit costs about [-] yuan. It can't be seen that Qi Lin's stained shirt is a high-end model.

Qi Lin didn't intend to make the boy pay for it, but when he looked at the other's painting, the corners of his eyes suddenly twitched.

What the boy drew turned out to be an abstract dragon.

Seeing Qi Lin staring at his painting, the boy proudly said, "Aren't you a genius?"

Qi Lin couldn't help laughing.

The painting is good, but not genius.

But it is a good thing for young people to be confident. Qi Lin picked the advantage and said: "The color is very contagious, the shape is magnificent, and it is very imaginative."

The boy's eyes lit up immediately, and he immediately turned around and yelled, "Finally here is a big brother who knows how to do it!"

Qi Lin: "..."

You don't have to.

The boy's yelling was greeted with laughter, and a short-haired girl said: "Brother can't bear to pour cold water on you, are you still beautiful?"

"Brother praised me for being contagious!" The boy choked back rudely: "What do you know, little girl?"

Qi Lin really wanted to say, although I am older than you, don't call me big brother, it sounds like gangster big brother and horse boy.

The boy turned his head after the quarrel, "Brother!"

Qi Lin smiled.

"Brother, don't go!" The boy grabbed Qi Lin's wrist with his painted hands, "I haven't paid you for your clothes yet! How much?"

Qi Lin: "Thirty thousand."

The boy froze for a moment, his face turned pale, "Are you kidding me?"

The short-haired girl leaned over, "Oh, is this a custom-made shirt? You're finished, you're finished, and you won't be able to pay for it if you sell you to a kiln!"

The boy panicked: "Wan, what if it's an imitation, what if it's an imitation?"

Qi Lin just teased the boy casually, "Well, it's a high imitation. It only costs three hundred. If you want to pay for it, just give me your painting."

The boy beat his chest, "I'm scared to death, I'm scared to death. If I really want [-], I have to sell the painting after I become famous before I can pay you back!"

Qi Lin stared slightly.

After coming to the Academy of Fine Arts, the old sense of familiarity seemed to seep into the air, enveloping him all the time, every glance and every scene made him feel that he had experienced it too.

The blood was so restless, as if condemning his forgetfulness.

"Brother, are you leaving now?" The boy took off the painting and put it in a painting tube.

Qi Lin said: "It's such a big square, I haven't finished shopping yet."

"I think you are also knowledgeable." The boy said with a rich expression, "Why don't you draw a picture too?"

The short-haired girl laughed, "Brother, don't pay attention to him. His paintings have been ignored for a few days, and he is pestering you!"

"Experts talk, why are laymen interjecting!" The boy smiled playfully at Qi Lin, "Brother, you scared me just now. I have a heart attack, and you almost scared me to death. You have to make it up to me!"

Qi Lin laughed angrily.

When studying abroad, he often carried a drawing board and painted among the crowd.In the past three years since returning to China, I have never participated in such activities again.

It is not impossible to compensate the boy with a painting.

Seeing that Qi Lin agreed, the boy yelled again, "Come and see my elder brother draw!"

Qi Lin: "..."

This big brother, the more you call him, the more kind you are?

It can be seen that the boy is very popular. Although he was ridiculed by his peers, he attracted a circle of people when he yelled.

Students in their 20s are as noisy as the most noisy cicadas in summer.

Qi Lin was not stage fright, staring at the drawing paper, the noise around him gradually subsided.

He closed his eyes briefly, thinking, what to draw?

In my mind, the picture I saw just now suddenly appeared - on the tree-lined road, a silent boy was riding a bicycle, and behind him was a lively boy with his hands and feet spread out.

It is clearly a lush spring, but the background is slowly turning yellow, as if covered with a layer of gray from the years.

Qi Lin opened his eyes, quickly toned the color, and wrote.

The path, the trees, the sun that leaked, the sparkling lake beside the road, the dangling bicycle, the boy on the bicycle.

The colors are full of lines, which is the golden and red autumn scenery.

There are more and more students onlookers, the boys sometimes stare intently, and sometimes brag to everyone, "My big brother is awesome!"

Others said: "You don't even know the name of the family, so you recognize the elder brother?"

The boy said: "Appreciate my dragon, it is my brother!"

Due to the rush of time, Qi Lin did not draw particularly finely.When he was almost finished, he stared at the painting for a while.

The boy helped to put away the painting, "Brother, are you a graduate student at the Academy of Fine Arts?"

Qi Lin smiled and shook his head, "I used to attend interest classes in high school."

Boy: "Hey!"

Qi Lin: "?"

The boy pointed to the teaching building by the lake, "I saw a similar painting there before, but it was carved on the wall."

"Similar?" Qi Lin immediately said, "Take me to see."

The floor of the old teaching building was made of wood, and it creaked when walking on it. The boy led Qi Lin through a building, "Here."

Now this area is no longer used for class, and the walls are open for students to paint.

Qi Lin saw that on a flat-sized brick, rough lines outlined the picture of two people passing by on a bicycle.

He was stunned.

At this time, a group of photos were posted on Weibo.

"Ahhh! Linlin came to our school! This is the first time I saw Linlin! He is a hundred times more handsome than the photo! He is so cute. A boy stained his clothes, and he lied It only costs 300 yuan, and that is a high-end shirt! He even drew on the spot, and the drawing is very good! Woooooo, I also want to have a close relationship with the president today!"