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The entire lecture theater was full of people. Professor Xu was still wearing the gray shirt. Although it was a little old, it was very neat. He stood on the podium and talked about art.

"This is Shen Li's favorite course before he was alive. Every time this Professor Xu started a class, he would rush over." System 333 said in Xie Chao's mind: "But since he dropped out of school, he seldom comes here. "

"He really loves art." Xie Chao subconsciously shook his right hand, felt a slight tremor, and had to give up.

"Lu Yu is also rushing over here, and it is estimated that he will arrive at the lecture theater in 2 minutes." System 333 said, it may be Xie Chao's illusion, he always felt that this 333 seemed to be somewhat hostile to Lu Yu, but Lu Yu was so It's really hard not to hate him.

"The classroom is full, so he can just stand." Xie Chao didn't intend to stop Lu Yu from coming, but just sat on the chair and listened to the old professor's lecture. The students next to him cast curious glances at him from time to time, and a boy lowered his voice. Asked: "Student, which department are you from? Are you also here to attend lectures... I don't think I've seen you before."

"The one who came here to take lessons, now...is not a student of our school." Xie Chao said with a slight smile, the boy beside him was stunned for a moment, then scratched his hair, and whispered: "I saw the paint in your hand, I thought you were also... hello senior."

Xie Chao made a silent gesture, and looked towards Professor Xu on the stage. The boy understood what Xie Chao meant, and immediately stopped talking, and listened to the professor's lecture with peace of mind.

When Lu Yu came, he saw Shen Li sitting in the crowd at a glance, but the seat was too full, and there was no room, so he had to stand in the corner. The old professor under the stage didn't notice the movement here, Lu Yu Leaning against the door and listening to the class, most of the attention was still on Shen Li.

Shen Li's face was handsome, his lips were a little pale, he probably came in a hurry, everyone else had notebooks in front of them, only his front was empty, but it didn't prevent him from listening to the class seriously.

Lu Yu wanted to stop him, but when he saw his serious expression, he subconsciously paused. Once his eyes settled on Shen Li, he couldn't leave him anymore. In the studio, there are people who are drawing portraits little by little with a paintbrush.

"When our emotions are conveyed from the tip of the pen and landed on the drawing paper, our thoughts and thoughts will return." The old professor looked at the students sitting in the lecture hall, and said slowly, word by word: " Our love and hatred are shown, maybe language can deceive others, but painting can’t, it’s like a mirror, it’s exactly the same.”

The students in the seats nodded in agreement, and the old professor asked, "Students, do you have any questions?"

The students whispered to each other, but no one asked. Just when everyone thought the class was about to end, a voice suddenly came asking: "If a person repeatedly draws another person's portrait, does it mean that he loves that person?" .”

Everyone subconsciously looked towards the speaker. Seeing Lu Yu standing in the corner, the old professor was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and nodded: "If there is no external force, I personally think... yes."

Lu Yu's expression relaxed, and his tense shoulders relaxed slightly. He turned his head to look at Shen Li sitting on the lecture theater, and said, "I think so too, thank you professor."

The old professor was getting old, so he couldn't see people clearly. At first, he didn't realize that the person sitting on the chair was Shen Li. He didn't realize until everyone looked at Shen Li. After the class ended, the old professor turned towards Shen Li beckoned: "Shen Li, come here."

Shen Li walked down and stood under the podium. The people in the classroom also left after the class was over. There were only a few scattered people who looked at them curiously, but they all left without staying too long.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. How is your health? When will you come back to class?" the old professor asked.

"Health is much better." Shen Li smiled slightly, his eyebrows were gentle and his tone was soft: "It's been a long time since I came to class, and the teacher's style of class is still the same."

"I'm old, I'm old, I don't know how long I can stand in this class, this class is one less time, I still remember when you came to class at that time, you were always the first one to come, sitting here with a notebook position." Professor Xu pointed to the position facing him: "I'm really not used to seeing you later."

"Although I didn't come, but now the teacher's class is videotaped and posted on the Internet, I often go to listen to the course review of the teacher's lecture." Shen Li said.

"I know, it's that Weibo, right? Children like to play this now, and I've heard it from them before, but I... well, I want to get one too. Now that I'm in class, I can't keep up with many things, what? Internet language, what letters replace text, what YYDS, these are often used by them." The old professor took out the mobile phone from his pocket, held it in both hands, and said: "I also want to know more about the children of today, Shen Li Ah, can you help me with this?"

"Okay." Shen Li responded immediately. He took the mobile phone from the old professor, opened it, downloaded Weibo, registered an account, and then told the old professor how to use Weibo bit by bit. , Just like when the old professor taught him how to use a paintbrush, the old professor kept nodding, and couldn't help laughing after sending out the first Weibo with Shen Li's help.

"Your hand...what's the matter, how did it hurt like this?" The old professor was looking at the new Weibo, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw the wound hidden under Shen Li's cuff, and his expression changed immediately, and he grabbed Shen Li. Li's wrist, but afraid of hurting him, he said distressedly: "How did this happen, did you go to the hospital to see, why is it like this?"

"It's okay, teacher, it's all over." Shen Li said with a smile.

"It hurts, you child..." The old professor sighed distressedly, and wanted to touch Shen Ran's wound, but he didn't dare, so he could only shake his head while clutching Shen Ran's sleeve: "You, you ... It's been a long time since I saw you, how could it be like this, did you go out to work again, Shen Li, how many times have I told you, if you have any difficulties, please tell the teacher, the teacher can help you."

"I know, why don't you just come to see the teacher?" Shen Li smiled, and he shook his hand slightly: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it has been gone for a long time."

"..." The old professor looked at Shen Li distressedly for a while, and looked at the wound on his hand for a while. He pursed his lips: "Tell me, what can the teacher do for you?"

"Teacher, please help me draw a portrait." Shen Li asked with a smile, "Can you?"

"Should I still draw him?" The old professor had noticed Lu Yu a long time ago, and he also recognized Lu Yu. After all, Shen Li had been painting him before. How could the old professor not know, it was just the appearance in those paintings. It's clear: "If it's painting him, you can do it yourself."

"No, it's not painting him, it's painting myself." Shen Li lowered his eyes slightly, he forced a smile, and then said softly: "I'm going to another place soon, and I won't come back to listen to the teacher's class for a long time, I miss the teacher Can you give me a special portrait?"

From Shen Li's own memory, Xie Chao knows that this old professor has been helping Shen Li when Shen Li was in the most difficult time. In the past, the old professor always said that when Shen Li graduated, he would give Shen Li a unique graduation. It was Shen Li's portrait.

But Shen Li could never wait for that day.

"Okay, okay." The old professor patted Shen Li: "Are you going out of town? That's okay...Young people should go out and walk more. I was still talking about you to your juniors yesterday. I saw you." The most talented and hardworking student, Shen Li, the future is limitless, the teacher is waiting to see the moment you realize your dream, you will definitely be able to do better than the teacher."

The two walked to the studio one after the other, and Lu Yu had to follow behind when he saw this. Maybe it was his illusion. He always felt a little bit of hostility from the old professor, and the old professor made no secret of it. completely ignored him.

"Host, the grievance value has dropped by five points, and it is now 80.00%." ​​System 333 said in Xie Chao's mind: "According to the data, the old professor has a very bad impression of Lu Yu."

"To be precise, the old professor not only has a bad impression of Lu Yu, but also has a bad impression of Shen Li's parents, because on the way to study, the old professor knows how much Shen Li has suffered and how much injustice he has experienced." Xie Chao followed behind the old professor, and his eyes fell on the studio not far away: "Obviously Shen Li's art talent is more outstanding, but because of partiality, his parents chose to let Shen Yu, who is not talented, study art. When he expressed his incomprehension, his parents said to him, "You are an older brother, you must learn to be sensible", so Shen Li could only work and study, save money desperately, and pursue his dreams, but the irony is that in the end he dropped out of school due to illness."

"And this disease is caused by Shen Yu's fight in the second year of high school. Shen Li protected Shen Yu and was hit on the head with a stick. Later, the treatment was not timely, resulting in sequelae." System 333 continued.

"Pushing it a little further, from childhood to adulthood, no matter what Shen Yu did, even if he did something wrong, it was Shen Li who was scolded in the end, and he would always be able to say 'Why are you so ignorant, you can't look at your brother? '" Xie Chao took a deep breath, and followed the old professor into the studio that he hadn't visited for a long time: "If there was no injury in the second year of high school, the current Shen Li should also be talented. It is not difficult to win awards with his talent in major painting competitions, he should live under the spotlight instead of dying in the corner of the warehouse."

"Shen Li." The old professor stood in front of a painting, and he lifted the white cloth covering it: "I'm going to retire soon, and I'll teach you another lesson."

"Okay, teacher." Shen Li said.

"You should be most familiar with this place. When you were working and studying, you were responsible for the hygiene of the studio in the school. I remember that when I picked you up for the first time, you fell down here with hypoglycemia. Now there is no Thinking about coming back here again." The old professor patted Shen Li on the shoulder and said with a smile, "I lost weight, I lost weight again."

Lu Yu stood outside the studio. He looked at Shen Li. It felt like he was meeting Shen Li for the first time. The person in front of him was completely different from the person he remembered sitting in the studio all day, silently painting the same picture. , from the moment he walked into this studio, he seemed to have found his home.

And here, Lu Yu couldn't walk in anyway. There were only a few steps between him and the person in front of him, but there seemed to be a huge gap between him, which made him feel like he would never be able to cross the past.

Lu Yu's heart tightened slightly subconsciously, a feeling of extreme uneasiness enveloped him, and there was a voice in his mind that grew from small to loud, repeatedly saying——

He belongs here, you can never take him away.

"Shen Li, when you get better, you must remember to continue painting. Talent is something you can't find, don't give up." The old professor said this to Shen Li many times, and Shen Li has always followed this Do it, never slack off for a day. When the old professor was drawing the portrait of Shen Li, until it fell on the back of his hand, the old professor paused his hand, and finally he couldn't bear to draw the scar.

In the painting, Shen Li's eyes were clear and full of hope for the future. He smiled and looked towards this side, his eyes were full of gentleness.

On the other side, Cheng Qi drove his car to a mountain valley. He stopped the car. His face was pale and he was still shaking. He opened the car door, walked to the valley with trembling legs, saw half a hand on a rock, fell back in shock, and climbed into the car.

"How is it possible... how is it possible... isn't it dead? I was wrong, I'm sorry I was wrong, I didn't want to kill you, I thought you were Shen Yu, I didn't know you were Shen Li, they lied to me, They lied to me that you belonged to Shen Yu, I was wrong..." Cheng Qi was trembling all over, and after realizing it, he drove away in a hurry, the car bumped into a tree trunk on the road and didn't have time to care, stepped on the accelerator and ran away.

The dilapidated warehouse not far away was left far away by him, only a few dogs barking from the distant village.

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