Plaid shirt and star armor

Fu Qianshu's teacher's surname is Tu. He has just passed his forty years, and the top of his head is already withered. In private, students often joke that it has something to do with the homonym of his surname.Teacher Tu set off from his home in the urban area and arrived earlier than him. The seats of the two of them were next to each other, and Fu Qianshu was closer to the blue sky and white clouds.

Not long after takeoff, the teacher asked him to put down the sun visor, saying that he needed to catch up on sleep.Fu Qianshu didn't dare to take out his phone until he started snoring softly.

The aviation system has undergone a technical update. Now passengers can turn on the flight mode, and there is no need to force the shutdown.Fu Qianshu adjusted his posture. He was looking at Cen Jingming's paintings that he had saved in his photo album one by one.

He is completely blank in terms of art appreciation, but after staring at it for a long time, he feels that from the brush strokes, they should all come from the same hand.So even though the dozen or so paintings didn't have any text attached, they should be Cen Jingming's.

Fu Qianshu felt as if he had seen something, and he was expecting Ai Ai, which is really not good.

The world in Cen Jingming's works is far from reality. There is a picture of a forest, the trunks and branches are lush green, but the dense leaves are scorched black, and the contrast with the crimson fruits is particularly obvious.The fruit is heavy, shaped like a bloody heart, and may fall to the ground at any time.

There is another picture, covered with heavy snow, but the pale center of the snow is loose, revealing half of a dark human body, and an old crow is swooping down.

There are also starry sky and fields... It is true that the paintings are very good, but Fu Qianshu has a vague feeling that the other party is not happy when creating them.

Thoughtfully, he pulled up the blanket that was about to hang below his knees, and in the somewhat drowsy cabin, he stared at the lit screen quietly in a daze.

When the flight crew came to distribute breakfast, he was woken up by the instructor and asked which one to choose, corn porridge or vegetable porridge. Fu Qianshu chose, took the hot food box with lowered eyes, and thanked the elders.

The teacher tore off the tin foil on the porridge and said, "What's wrong, Xiaofu, you're not happy?"

"No, no?"

"Hahaha, I guess I just missed a girlfriend when I just went out for a long time." Teacher Tu looked at him with the eyes of someone who came here, and said cheerfully, "Don't worry, as the saying goes, a little farewell is better than a newlywed! There is still half a day of free activities on the last day, if you choose a gift for someone then, you will lose all anger, ah!"

Fu Qianshu looked at his shiny head, unable to laugh or cry, so he nodded in agreement.

Today's schedule is very busy, the teachers and students completed the check-in procedures, and immediately rushed to the venue without stopping. Even lunch was a simple meal in the car.Fu Qianshu only had time to send a few words to Cen Jingming, and the other party was also busy, so the two messages were delayed.He looked at the time difference on the phone, feeling a kind of secret joy, not complicated, but enough for aftertaste.

In the afternoon, there were many big names in the industry. Scholars who need to speak are sorted according to the list, and each person has 10 minutes.Due to his strong professionalism, some of the contents were too difficult for Fu Qianshu. He took detailed notes and asked his instructor one by one when he had time in the future.

During the break, Fu Qianshu typed and said: "I'm so tired, academic conferences are like Nanfu batteries, one battery is better than six batteries! My brain is not enough QAQ"

Ming Jian: Thank you for your hard work.

Trees and Cun Shu: Ah, no, no, I don't mean to complain, but it's actually quite interesting, and the harvest is particularly great!

Ming Jian: I understand.

Ming Jian: Listen carefully, I will give you a reward when it is over.

Trees and inches of trees: what!

Trees and Inch Trees: No, please don’t give me spoilers, let me guess first and then reveal the answer

The bell rang, and the host stepped onto the stage to adjust the microphone again.Fu Qianshu put his face on the table to cool down, and then said: "I will continue to work hard."

Ming Jian: Good.

He put the back of his hand to his lips, smirked, and sat up straight. The weather in City G was pleasant, and half of the people present were wearing short-sleeved sleeves. The buttery sun poured menacingly towards the auditorium, dancing on the tip of Fu Qianshu's dangling pen.

The meeting lasted until six o'clock, and the instructor wanted to cultivate Fu Qianshu, and asked him to have dinner with some familiar professors. After everything was over, Fu Qianshu rushed back to his room, and it was already past nine o'clock.

Trees and trees: I'm back!

Ming Jian: Wait a minute.

Ming Jian: To be honest... I don't know if this is enough as a "reward".I hope you don't dislike it.

Fu Qianshu was about to say that I would like anything you gave, but before he had time, Cen Jingming's picture was sent over first.Fu Qianshu opened a little, like the eye of a typhoon, dull and calm, but in fact, there were already turbulent waves stirring up around.

It was a watercolor painting with fresh colors, which was very different from the ones Fu Qianshu secretly studied in the morning. He saw himself.The background of the picture has been blurred, and Fu Qianshu in the center of the picture is depicted very delicately, wearing his checkered clothes and holding a cup of milk tea in his hand.That kind of demeanor was so lifelike, Fu Qianshu didn't remember that he had shown that kind of expression to the other party, and he didn't remember having such a generous, frowning smile when he met Cen Jingming's eyes.

Because he didn't even dare to look directly at each other.

This time it was Fu Qianshu's voice invitation first.

Cen Jingming answered very quickly, and made a connection. Before "she" could speak, there was a milky and thin "meow—" that dragged on for a long time.

Fu Qianshu couldn't help laughing: "Is Ye Zi hungry?"

Ming Jian: No, I just finished eating the cat food mixed for her.It's because someone who likes her called and acted like a baby at you to please her.

Fu Qianshu unconsciously raised his hand to touch his heated ears: "Then feed me a little more?"

Ming Jian: No, she needs to control her food intake now.

Ming Jian: You said it was a trap, but you still jumped. Why do you like her so much?

I like you too!Fu Qianshu shouted loudly in his heart, and laughed cowardly twice.

Ming Jian: Is there anything wrong with the painting, so I can change it.

"No, no," Fu Qianshu said hurriedly, "I like it so much! Look, I've even set it as my avatar!... Oh, didn't it work?"

The hotel broke the net!Fu Qianshu patted his forehead, sat cross-legged on the bed, and hurriedly passed the message again.

"Is it all right?" Fu Qianshu asked eagerly.

Ming Jian: Yes.

Fu Qianshu scratched his head and said, "I really think it looks good. No one has painted me since I was a child—so you don't have to ask that. It sounds like I've become that kind of Party A, although I It's a bit stupid and can't tell the lipstick number of a girl, but it's not so... oh, my internet is disconnected?"

Ming Jian: I'm listening.

"Oh," Fu Qianshu heaved a sigh of relief, "You didn't reply, you scared me."

Mingjian: Thank you.

"Thank you for what you are doing," Fu Qianshu rubbed the folds of the bed sheet with his hands, and said, "I thank you for sending me the paintings. Oh, and! I also like the paintings you posted on WeChat, but I It's cheesy, and if someone asked me to compare, I'd say I like my profile picture better."

Ming Jian: Why?

"It's not because I painted myself, you have to believe me! Of course, it may not be convincing in the eyes of others..." Fu Qianshu laughed and said, "Because I feel that when you created those paintings, they were not as good as today's ones. Happy, even—I don’t know if this is the right way to describe it, it even makes people feel a little lonely? If possible, it’s best to paint happily.”

Ming Jian: Did you see it again?

Fu Qianshu thought that what Cen Jingming meant was that he had said something wrong, thinking back, maybe there was some element of over-interpretation, and said: "I, I talked nonsense, I'm sorry, I'm so stupid."

Ming Jian: I'm just stupid.I don't understand what black box method is, what is information concealment and additional strategy.

"It doesn't matter, if you have a specialization in art, I can teach you—" Fu Qianshu remembered the slides he took for Cen Jingming in the afternoon, which indeed involved these terms, thinking he was asking, so he said.

Mingjian: I mean

Ming Jian: You are not stupid, you are very smart.

Ming Jian: You are right... When I painted those paintings, I was not happy. Furthermore, I painted them to vent and achieve psychological balance.

Fu Qianshu said "hmm" without saying goodbye, waiting for Cen Jingming.

Ming Jian: That's why I want to thank you.It has been a long time since I wanted to paint something so purely.

Ming Jian: I treat you to dinner when you come back?

No, no, no, Fu Qianshu's "male chauvinism" immediately kicked in, and he hurriedly stated in advance: "No, I invite you. I'll take you to eat delicious food when I return to S city!"

It's the first time I go out on a date, how can I let the girl pay for it!

Ming Jian: Then it's a deal, okay?

Fu Qianshu held the phone in his left hand, clenched his right hand into a fist, pulled it from top to bottom, and made a "yeah" celebration.

What's the future, Fu Qianshu!

His face was flushed, and he rolled several times on the bed excitedly.He agreed, with a soft voice, to Cen Jingming's ears, like a well-behaved puppy sticking out its tongue and licking his palm.

Like the morning mist, like the sunset glow, it is very ethereal and warm under the combined action of all things in the world, so that Cen Jingming can't help wanting to possess it.

He heard Fu Qianshu say, yes.