I stood there like a toy with a clockwork that had been turned, motionless. It was a long time before I saw the squad leader watching me from a short distance. He came over and patted me on the shoulder.

"Don't look at it. He said, "Help me go and sell these paintings." ”

He collected a large number of discarded paintings, got a tricycle out of nowhere, piled them all on the tricycle, and prepared to sell them. He asked me what to do with my paintings, and I told him that Mr. Ou wanted to buy them, and he looked at me in surprise.

"What, Mr. Ou wants to buy it?" he said.

I told him that everything was true, but he didn't speak for a long time, and finally said to himself that Mr. Ou was strange, so he stopped talking and asked me to go out with him to sell paintings. I first stored my drawings in the counselor's office in the school building, and then rode a tricycle with the class leader to pull a cart of drawings outside the school. That day, we sold thirteen of them, for a total of 1,200 dollars. He counted out six hundred dollars for me, and I didn't ask for all of them, but only four hundred, and told him that he was the mastermind, and that I only needed one-third of the money. He didn't insist on it, just told me that he would thank me for my help in some other way.

I made an appointment with Mr. Ou at 7:35 p.m. this time. He is a very punctual person, and he is extremely strict with his time, and no one is allowed to be half a minute late for his class. Of course, he was never late. I took the painting to his designated room. That room is on the same floor as the studio where we took classes, our studio is on the 3rd floor, and that room is on the top 6th floor. When I arrived, Mr. Ou was already waiting for me. He let me into the room, he had already customized a flat box, he put my painting in the corner, stood at a distance and looked at it for a while, took a picture with his camera, and then put my painting in that flat box.

Mr. Ou pointed to several boxes of different sizes and said to me that these were a few graduation works that he bought that he thought were worth collecting, and I counted them, plus my total of 7 pieces. Mr. Ou took out all the other Liufu and showed me which one was the work of which classmate in which class, and I really admired him for remembering it so clearly. There are two paintings in it that are of a very high level, and one of them is quite of a high level. The remaining 4 are also remarkable, but they are not so good compared to those two, and 2 are not even as good as mine.

That night, when Mr. Ou asked to buy my painting in the office, I wondered why I wanted to collect a graduation work that was not of a very high standard. It's even stranger to see a few of them here today. I wanted to ask him why, but I remembered that I had asked him this question that night, and his answer was very ambiguous, so I didn't ask again.

The end of the graduation exhibition basically means graduation, and there will be a half-year internship period next. On the evening of the end of the graduation exhibition, some students stepped on the train home or to the internship site. Just wait until next year to come to the school to collect your diploma. I was worried that Hai Linlin would also embark on the journey home or to another place that night, and I was afraid that I would never see her again, and I hated myself for not calling her name to her face and asking her more details. I went to the exhibition venue for two days in a row, hoping to be lucky enough to see Hai Linlin.