Isn't it good to get married before dumping?

However, the progress of the work was not as smooth as Wen Yuan had imagined. The compositional works had higher requirements for the composition, and the volume was large. Only a young brother in the props team could help out, and the rest of the crew didn't know much about it.

Wen Yuan was buried in the warehouse for at least eight hours a day, and he needed to look up information on many things he didn't understand.

Fortunately, his basic skills are fairly solid, and he will soon be able to apply what he has learned.

At noon, Zhou Canaan came to visit Wenyuan when the show was over for dinner. The warehouse was a bit far away from where they were filming in the past two days, so it was difficult to come here. Sometimes the meals were prepared by the base camp and packed for them. , no chance to eat together.

Zhou Jianan's time has to follow the crew, but Wen Yuan can more or less adjust it by himself.

But in the past few days, Wen Yuan didn't take the initiative to come to see Zhou Jianan once, several times he only met when he went back to the hotel at night, and Wen Yuan basically fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

Zhou Jianan carried two cups of milk tea to the back door of the warehouse. In order to install the air conditioner for Wen Yuan, he divided that corner into a separate area with boards, which happened to be connected to the back door.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw a boy squatting in the shade of the door smoking a cigarette. When he saw Zhou Jianan approaching, he was so frightened that he forgot to blow out the smoke with his mouth. Smoke was coming out of his two nostrils like a chimney and he looked up at Zhou Jianan stupidly.

"Teacher Zhou."

"Hello, is Wen Yuan there?" Zhou Jianan didn't know that there were other people here, so he subconsciously hid the two cups of milk tea in his hand.

The boy said yes, and the cigarette ash in his hand lasted for a long time before falling to the ground with a thud.

Zhou Jianan pursed his lips, nodded, and then opened the door and went in.

Wen Yuan was just making a foundation with the mud, and during the mixing process, he kept adding water to adjust the hardness. Because the amount was too large, he couldn't control the amount of water well. He added water back and forth, and his body was full of water and mud spots.

Hearing the door opened, Wen Yuan said without turning his head: "Go and get me another bundle of steel wires of that model just now, it's not enough."

"Which model?" Zhou Canaan asked.

Wen Yuan turned around: "Why did you come here? Didn't they say that you are eating on the set today?"

Zhou Jianan: "I stayed on the set to eat, so why don't you eat well?"

"There are delicious foods, and Xiao Zhao will go and pack them." Wen Yuan explained, but he did find out that Zhou Jianan was eating on the set, so he packed them up and ate them himself, saving time and energy.

Seeing that Zhou Jianan was still carrying two cups of milk tea, he smiled and went forward to hold his hand, but found that he was still dirty, so he could only say from a distance of half a meter: "You bring me milk tea .”

Zhou Jianan wiped Wen Yuan's left cheek with the back of his clean hand: "It's all mud."

This time Wen Yuan didn't dodge, and asked Zhou Jianan to wipe it for him very naturally and obediently. After wiping, he involuntarily raised his hand and wiped it indiscriminately.

Also said thank you.

Zhou Jianan looked at the face that was wiped clean by himself and was stained with mud by himself. He couldn't laugh or cry, so he had to tell him to take a bath first.

Wen Yuan asked Xiao Zhao to come over to pack lunch, drank a few sips of milk tea and felt full of strength, and pulled Zhou Jianan to watch him use the prepared purple sand mud to make a few details on the base.

Only Zhou Jianan didn't understand the specialty of clay sculpture, so he could only get a rough idea of ​​what he was talking about.

He came to Wen Yuan today, but he actually wanted to ask him another thing: "Xiao Yuan."

"Ok?"

"Teacher Jin Shi came to the production team today."

Wen Yuan's hands froze, and he wanted to continue what he was doing several times, but he couldn't do it.

Zhou Canaan: "Do you remember him?"

Of course Wen Yuan remembered that it was his university teacher and also his first teacher. During the summer vacation of the second year of high school, Jin Shi went to Chengdu to hold an exhibition, and Wen Yuan took Zhou Jianan to see it.

At that time, there was a hand-made session on the site, which could be done casually, and could not be taken away after it was finished. Jinshi would select works that he thought were artistic and innovative, and add them to the works of the touring exhibition.

At that time, Wen Yuan was very interested in art, but he felt that it was too late since he had not studied art in elementary school, and he dared not tell his parents, for fear that they would think that he would not study hard.

Only Zhou Jianan knew about it. When Zhou Jianan said he wanted to eat the dumplings made by his mother, Wen Yuan was forced to go to his house to make dumplings as a mother.

Because they like making noodles so much, the reconciliation went too far in the end, and the two finally ordered takeaway.

Less than a week after the exhibition ended, Wen Yuan received a letter from Mr. Jin Shi, saying that he liked his work very much and would add it to the exhibition, and gave him a bonus of 5000 yuan.

"Obviously you don't have the foundation of clay sculpture, but I still like the feeling expressed by this little clay figurine. Leo Tolstoy once said that art is not a skill, it is the expression of the artist's experience. You do it well. great."

Wen Yuan burst into tears.

So Zhou Jianan began to encourage him to do what he wanted to do, and told the head teacher about it. At that time, the head teacher was so surprised that his jaw dropped, and then said that he would communicate.

Not long after, Wen Yuan told Zhou Jianan that his parents had found a teacher for him to make up lessons, and he would not go to evening self-study in the future. In a year, he would hit art schools.

Wen Yuan's goal was to become Jinshi's student. In the summer vacation when he and Zhou Jianan separated for such a bloody reason, he was supported by the admission letter from the university where Jinshi taught.

Without love, at least there are dreams.

Jin Shi likes Wen Yuan very much, and pays a lot of attention to him. Many students even agree that Wen Yuan will definitely go to the postgraduate entrance examination, and Mr. Jin Shi will lead him. He will definitely be a famous figure in the clay sculpture art world in the future.

So when Wen Yuan dropped out of school suddenly in the sophomore year, all the classmates rushed to surprise. Jin Shi also found out the reason for Wen Yuan's drop out later, and even applied to visit Wen Yuan, but he was unsuccessful.

Counting it, it has been eight years since I saw him. At that time, Teacher Jin Shi was 52 years old, and he should have changed a lot in eight years.

Wen Yuan simply put down the mud ball in his hands, and clapped his hands in vain, but the wet mud is not dust and cannot be patted off.

"What does the teacher come to the crew for?"

Zhou Jianan squatted down next to him and looked up at Wen Yuan: "Teacher Jin Shi and the chief martial arts instructor are good friends, come here to play and come to see him."

Wen Yuan nodded, and had to admit that he was thinking just now, if the teacher knew that he was in the crew, he came here because he wanted to find him.

However, although Wen Yuan has a bit of talent, it is not a rare talent.

In eight years, I don't know how many students who are better than Wen Yuan have been around the teacher.

The wet mud on Wen Yuan's palm gradually hardened and knotted on his hand. He unconsciously removed it. After a long silence, he asked again, "How is Teacher?"

"He looks tough, and he speaks with a lot of air." Zhou Jianan smiled, he knew that his husband was in a bad mood now.

He knew too little about Wenyuan University's two years of information, and Wenyuan never revealed how much the dropout had affected him. Now it seems that Wenyuan is still very regretful.

If there hadn't been that incident back then, maybe Wen Yuan and Zhou Jianan would meet again, maybe at a certain event, a well-known artist and a popular movie star king against king.

Zhou Jianan kept looking at Wen Yuan, "Xiao Yuan, do you want to meet Teacher Jinshi? I think he will be very happy to know that Ni is here."

Wen Yuan shook his head immediately.

Compared with facing the pain of the past, Wen Yuan is more afraid of facing the good part of the past. The more beautiful it is, the easier it is to be overwhelmed by regret and heartache.

Zhou Jianan didn't want to force Wen Yuan, but he sincerely hoped that Wen Yuan would have a better chance.

"Is anyone there? Is Wen Yuan in there!"

Someone shouted at the door, both Wen Yuan and Zhou Jianan were taken aback, Wen Yuan couldn't help but grab Zhou Jianan's arm.

The iron door was pushed open with a bang, and an old man with white hair in a ponytail came in.

"Here it is, Wen Yuan."

What Zhou Jianan said was indeed correct, Teacher Jinshi's voice was indeed full of energy, echoing in the warehouse.

Wen Yuan hurriedly stood up, apprehensive in his heart, went up to call the teacher.

Teacher Jinshi scanned the whole room, and finally his eyes fell on Wen Yuan.

"Why don't you go back to school after you come out?!"

Wen Yuan didn't know how to explain it, so he looked at Zhou Jianan.

Teacher Jinshi also looked at Zhou Jianan and said, "You are the actor in this play."

"Hey, yes, Teacher Jinshi, my name is Zhou Canaan, and I am Xiaoyuan's husband." Zhou Canaan replied as humbly as possible.

When Teacher Jinshi heard this, his beard was about to stand on end: "Is marriage the reason why you don't come back to school?"

Wen Yuan:! ! !

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I went camping yesterday, boys!It's so fun!