Rebirth of the Painted Soul

St. Phil's school has been established for hundreds of years, and it has been sponsored by countless aristocrats and alumni during this period, so the hardware facilities are naturally not bad.

Liang Hanqing followed Nelson into the auditorium, surrounded by the atmosphere of the European Renaissance, exquisite carvings, harmonious colors, and the most fascinating are the paintings of those masters.

He looked at the murals on the dome, and couldn't get back to his senses for a long time. What kind of shock was that?

When a person who lives for art sees a large piece of authentic works by famous artists, his heartbeat will speed up, blood flow will speed up, and adrenaline hormone will be secreted in large quantities. .

Like him, many freshmen raised their heads, their faces were full of obsession, and they stood there in a daze, letting the flow of people pass by.

Standing beside Liang Hanqing, Nelson also looked up at the painting, but he was clear from the beginning to the end, without the intoxicated look of a new student.

That's natural, they have copied it here countless times, almost breaking their necks, now it's not easy for him to look at it calmly.

Liang Hanqing's soul seemed to have been hit hard by a hammer. He looked at the paintings all over the sky in a daze. He was amazed by the precious works. The brushwork was so skillful and the transition was so natural. I moved my belongings here and put them here to start sketching.

However, this is impossible.

Liang Hanqing let out a breath, forced herself to retract her gaze firmly fixed on the painting, turned her head to look at Nelson who was staring at him, his face was reddish, and said, "Don't you look at it?"

Nelson frowned, and said helplessly: "I have copied the above paintings countless times, and I have been sick for a long time..."

Before Nelson finished speaking, he was stopped by Liang Hanqing. Liang Hanqing stared in surprise and said, "Can you really copy it here?"

"Of course, back then our mentor brought us here like cattle and sheep, and copied it for a whole semester!" Speaking of this, Nelson still had lingering fears, and couldn't help sighing with his tongue.

Liang Hanqing didn't speak anymore, he had been immersed in the joy of being able to spend a long time with these paintings, and he probably couldn't listen to what he said now.

Nelson sighed, and could only drag Liang Hanqing towards the seat.

"Hi students, I'm the principal of Saint Phil..."

After everyone was seated, a man in his seventies came onto the stage and began to speak. His style was very simple, without the lengthy opening remarks in China, supplemented by self-introduction.

Liang Hanqing and Nelson were in the last row, and the voices on the stage could be heard clearly, but the headmaster's face could not be seen clearly.But Liang Hanqing didn't care about this, he was speechless looking at the picture in front of him.

"This is……"

Because the auditorium does not allocate seats according to departments, but chooses freely, most of the freshmen did not get together. But his neck was stunned, like a white goose waiting to be slaughtered, he stretched his neck and looked up at the dome of the auditorium.

Seeing that Liang Hanqing discovered this interesting story, Nelson also shook his head and smiled, saying: "It's like this when I just came here. I also stretched my neck back then. I didn't hear most of what the principal said. I heard from the seniors in the junior year that the principal His speeches are always interesting, so listen carefully, and don’t just hear the original version like I did.”

After saying this sentence, Nelson turned his head and listened to the speech attentively, not caring about Liang Hanqing at all.

Liang Hanqing turned her head to the side, looked at the freshman in front of her who was shaking her head in a daze, and burst out laughing, then she also concentrated and listened carefully to the speech.

"In the hundred years since our school was founded, there have been countless masters. A great alumnus once commented on Saint Phil after graduation. He said this, Saint Phil is a place to temper you, as long as you want to succeed, and If you can go all the way to the end, then you will shine like gold in this huge tempering pool, if you don’t want to succeed, then you will always be a pile of dung on the ground.”

When the last word was uttered, all the well-educated ladies and gentlemen present were dumbfounded and surprised.

They had never heard such blunt words. Although they were crude, they hit the nail on the head.

The principal didn't care about the students below, but continued to say: "I think everyone probably knows the purpose of our school. Personality, imagination, and accumulation are indispensable for us."

"In St. Phil, it will teach you these three points, but remember, individuality is not exclusive, imagination is not unconstrained, and accumulation is not simply absorption. That's all I have to say, thank you everyone." Very short words, but It made many people bow their heads in thought.

Liang Hanqing also frowned, her eyes fixed on one place, silently lost in thought.

A personality that is not for me, an imagination that is not wild and unconstrained, is not the accumulation of absorption, what could it be?

Liang Hanqing was thinking, but the person on the stage had been replaced by another young man. It was Nelson's expression that suddenly froze, as if a little scared.

Liang Hanqing was even more surprised. She squinted her eyes to see the outline of the man's facial features, but she expected that it was too far away to see.

"I'm the head of the Department of Fine Arts. If you need anything, you can call me." The man spoke more simply than the principal, and stepped off the stage with just one sentence. Liang Hanqing heard the familiar voice, and saw the color of the man's hair clearly, and then continued Confused, that person was the man Nelson told him to be careful and helped him pick up the utility knife.

After the man lost, a girl came up, she was the dean of the music department.

Hearing that it was from another department, Liang Hanqing shifted his attention to other places. After hesitating for a while, Fang asked, "Who is that brown-haired man?"

Nelson looked at the girls on the stage, then at Liang Hanqing beside him, and finally said, "He is... the second son of the Field family... Barnett Field, he... is very dangerous." Nelson Speaking of this, his expression became weird.

Liang Hanqing's heart skipped a beat when she heard the name of that family, hey, it's true that enemies don't get together, isn't Field's family the one that broke his whole family back then?

Liang Hanqing looked at Nelson's weird expression, and couldn't help asking: "How dangerous is it?" Liang Hanqing looked like a young general who was spying on the enemy, with narrowed eyes and cunning eyes.

Nelson rubbed his hair, the expression in his clear gray eyes was difficult to distinguish, he said: "The Field family is very powerful, and Barnett is very competitive even though he is the second son, and he is ambitious enough , but no one knows why he chose an art college."

"That's not the reason why I'm scared, the real reason... Well, I don't want to talk about it. Forget it, let me tell you, put your ears close." Nelson struggled for a long time, frowning tightly, but in the end it was Said so.

"Do you know the painting that was just dug up here? It's called "Blessings from Heaven". The painting has a code. After spelling the code, you can find the treasure. In fact, the secret I mentioned is no longer a secret." , but don’t believe it too much, after all, it hasn’t been confirmed yet.”

"Barnett is related to that painting. He captured a person who is said to know the password, but it was only said that he still didn't know it in the end. That person was finally..."