After the event, Song Mengcheng said hello to Zhao Hanwen, ready to go back to school, Zhao Hanwen took out a bank card and said: "Brother Mengcheng, the commission of the project is 80,000, if Party A of this project does not deduct money, it will earn 410,000 and 3,000, your commission as the commander-in-chief is 12,400 yuan, plus the salary of 1,000 yuan, a total of 93,400 yuan, I made up a whole for my brother, the card is 100,000 yuan, you keep it, and the password is 6 8." ”

Song Mengcheng took the bank card and said: "I will collect 93,400, the extra 6,600 yuan, I can't accept it, I will take it out and send it to the company's finance." ”

Zhao Hanwen said: "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to win this project, so you should take it as a reward." ”

Song Mengcheng said: "Brother Zhao, I'm really sorry, I only take what I deserve, this is a matter of principle." ”

Zhao Hanwen smiled awkwardly: "It seems that you look down on you Brother Zhao, I gave the money out, and there is no reason to take it back, so let's count it as an advance for our next cooperation." ”

Song Mengcheng said: "Since this is the case, I might as well be respectful, I got up too early in the morning, Brother Zhao, I will go back to school first." ”

Along the way, Song Mengcheng looked like he was sleeping on the bus, but he was not completely asleep, his thoughts were wandering, this was the first time he had been seriously thinking since he was reborn, if God gave you a chance to be reborn, what would you pursue?

Money, Love, Ideals?

Money is definitely needed, but turning oneself into a money-making machine and becoming a slave of money is something that Song Mengcheng dare not imagine, is love? For love, Song Mengcheng has long lost his passion, as for the ideal, Song Mengcheng wants Zhao to stay quietly in the environment he likes, life has no meaning at all, Song Mengcheng is very confused.

Finally arrived at the station, Song Mengcheng got off the bus and prepared to enter the gate of the school.

"Song Mengcheng!" a crisp voice called out to him.

Song Mengcheng turned his head, was stunned for a moment, and said, "Isn't this you?"

"Why, can't you remember my name?" the girl smiled heartily.

Song Mengcheng shrugged his shoulders awkwardly, he really couldn't remember clearly, he only knew that it was a girl from the art department who studied Western oil painting, and because she was a fellow countryman, she had a party.

The girl was very cheerful and very good-looking, and said: "I'm Xu Xiangwei, learning to paint, didn't we meet once at a fellow villagers' party? ”

Song Mengcheng nodded and said, "Hello." ”

Xu Xiangwei said: "Last time, there were a lot of people, and we didn't have a good time, are you free now? Let's go to that water bar and sit down." Xu Xiangwei pointed with her eyes to a small shop selling drinks on Banqiao Road.

Song Mengcheng said, "Okay." ”

The two entered the shop, Xu Xiangwei ordered a cup of bubble tea, and asked Song Mengcheng, "What do you drink?"

"Bring me a cup of bitter tea. Song Mengcheng looked at the list and replied.

Xu Xiangwei said: "Although Kuding tea is distinctive, it is really not very delicious, too bitter. ”

The waiter didn't leave and waited for the final decision of the two, Song Mengcheng returned the list to the waiter and said, "Let's just make bitter tea." Then he said to Xu Xiangwei: "Bitter has a bitter taste." ”

Xu Xiangwei said: "You are really strange, whatever words come to your mouth, it has become a truth." ”

Song Mengcheng didn't want to argue anything, so he simply sat there and didn't speak, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Xu Xiangwei saw that Song Mengcheng didn't speak, so she took the lead and said: "Last time, you said that oil paintings were less ethereal, what did you mean, can you elaborate on them?"

At this time, the waiter brought the bubble tea and Kuding tea, and Song Mengcheng said, "Thank you." ”

The water was very hot, Song Mengcheng just took a sip of tea with his lips, and then began to say: "You are learning to paint, and you must also know Chinese painting, let's compare it with oil painting." Western oil paintings, layer after layer of pigments, the use of optics, color, geometry and so on as a scientific basis, so the picture sense is strong, impactful, the image is realistic, easy to hit the heart of people at once. ”

Song Mengcheng took another sip of tea and continued: "Chinese painting mostly uses the method of scattered perspective, the brushwork is much lighter, there is a sense of space, giving people imagination space, just like this tea, the aftertaste is long." ”

Xu Xiangwei said: "Do you mean that Chinese painting is stronger than oil painting?"

Song Mengcheng smiled and said: "It's not like that, there is no strong or weak, good or bad, it's just that the regions are different, which leads to cultural differences." How to say it, just like the north of China, because of the thin air and lack of materials, the language is direct and rough, and the character is heroic, while the south is full of small bridges and flowing water, two or three seasons of crops, rich fish, so it is subtle and gentle, there is no contrast between good and bad. ”

Xu Xiangwei said: "It makes sense. What do you think makes a good work?"

Song Mengcheng said: "In any art, it is the concept that determines the quality of the work, and the premise is that there is no problem in technology. ”

Xu Xiangwei muttered these two words in her mouth: "Concept?"

Song Mengcheng said, "Yes. It is the ideology, or the cognition of things, the height of cognition, that determines the height and value of the work, nothing more. ”

Xu Xiangwei said: "I admit that the concept or cognition you said has a guiding role in art, but it is too exaggerated to measure the height and value of the work. ”

Song Mengcheng said: "It's not an exaggeration at all, do you know that there is an artist named Piero Manzoni in Italy?"

Xu Xiangwei shook her head and said, "I haven't heard of it." ”

Song Mengcheng said: "He has a work called Artist's Dung, which puts his own dung into 90 sealed cans, 30 grams each, and then numbers and signs, and the price is the same as the gold price at that time, and now it may be dozens or hundreds of times the price of gold, and art museums in many countries have collections." ”

Xu Xiangwei showed an unbelievable look and said: "This is too exaggerated, feces are so valuable, what kind of school do we go to, everyone has become a billionaire." ”

Song Mengcheng continued: "Not everyone's is worth so much money, it depends on the object. Duchamp knows, right?"

Xu Xiangwei said: "I know this. ”

Song Mengcheng said: "Duchamp has one of his most famous works, called "The Spring", which participated in an independent art exhibition in the United States, and he bought a urinal, turned it upside down, and signed an R. Mutt's name was sent to the exhibition, and this work set off an artistic revolution in Europe, and it turned out that everything was art. ”

Xu Xiangwei said: "You did it on purpose, I was drinking bubble tea here, you pooped first, and then urinal." ”

Song Mengcheng was also a little embarrassed and said: "It's really not, it's just that you have to talk about art, and you're in a hurry, so you rushed here." ”

Xu Xiangwei said: "I know, I know, I'm joking with you." ”

Song Mengcheng picked up the teacup, raised it to Xu Xiangwei, motioned for her to drink bubble tea, and then took a sip of it himself, making a "stinging" sound, as if organizing language, and then said, "Do you want to adapt to Haikou?"

Xu Xiangwei's expression was a little lonely, and said: "It's okay, visually it's much better than the north, but the weather is too hot, especially for girls, at the time of military training, I have to take a bath four or five times a day, and I feel weak when I wash, it's really unimaginable, how to spend summer, you also know that girls are afraid of the sun." ”

Song Mengcheng said: "Actually, the summer is not so serious, there is a sea breeze here, as long as you don't stay in a place where the sun is shining, it is still very cool, just get used to it." ”

Xu Xiangwei said: "Fortunately, the fruits here are really good, delicious and cheap, which can completely make up for the shortcomings in other aspects." ”

HK city is a subtropical climate rich in a lot of unique fruits, papaya, mango, pomegranate, coconut, plantain, etc., 99 years, the logistics industry is not developed, there are blood fruits, northerners have not seen.

Song Mengcheng asked, "What fruits do you like to eat?"

When it came to fruits, Xu Xiangwei became excited and said: "I love to eat all fruits, but I like mangoes and papayas the most, but you can't eat too many mangoes, and if you eat too much, it is easy to get angry." ”

Song Mengcheng: "I didn't expect you to know a lot. ”

Xu Xiangwei asked: "Of course, girls, in addition to loving beauty, they love to eat." What about you, are you used to it?"

Song Mengcheng said: "I am a poor boy in the countryside, I am not used to saying it, I am not used to it, it is the same wherever I stay." ”

Xu Xiangwei looked at Song Mengcheng's dress and said, "Your clothes are good, what kind of material is it, it must be very comfortable." ”

Song Mengcheng said: "Linen." If summer is more suitable, casual, cool. ”

Linen clothing was worn by the poor in ancient times, and the upper class preferred the softness and silkiness of silk, even after ten years, this kind of clothing was very niche, and some Zen tea lovers liked this kind of clothes, and Song Mengcheng liked to wear them completely because they were casual and comfortable.

Xu Xiangwei said: "Well, it's very ancient, give you a sword, and you can walk the rivers and lakes." ”

Song Mengcheng smiled and didn't answer, he took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, and said, "It's not early, let's go back." ”

Xu Xiangwei said with some dissatisfaction: "Chat with me, are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Song Mengcheng explained: "There is something going on today, I got up at six o'clock in the morning, and I was going to go back to the dormitory to make up for sleep, didn't this touch you." ”

Xu Xiangwei: "Okay, don't bother you, you go back to the bedroom to rest, I'll stay for a while, patronizing and talking, the milk tea hasn't finished yet, but leave me a phone call, and invite me to dinner another day as compensation." ”

Song Mengcheng said: "No problem, you can set the time, I will call you as many times as you want." ”

Xu Xiangwei snatched Song Mengcheng's mobile phone, quickly pressed a few buttons, then saved, and then handed it to Song Mengcheng and said, "My number has been saved in your mobile phone, remember to answer my call." ”

Song Mengcheng smiled, got up and went to the front desk to settle the account, and then made a gesture of making a phone call towards Xu Xiangwei, and walked out of the door of the water bar.