The office building is located in the middle of the campus, facing the library to the south, and every time I go to the library, I take a shortcut through the hallway of the office building. The office building was always deserted, as if no one was ever talking inside, and the only sounds were the occasional faint sound of doors closing and heels tapping on the floor. There is a big tea table in Mr. Ou's office, and he loves to drink tea, so he always brings a cup of tea everywhere, or he will bring his own cup and the tea he usually likes to drink, and he doesn't drink tea. She is also very particular about the water used to make tea, never using tap water, all of which are large barrels of mineral water bought from the supermarket, and must first see the origin of the water before buying, she only buys mineral water from three regions in the southeast to boil tea.

I went into his office, he put down what he was writing and sat me down on the couch in front of the tea table, skillfully boiling water, warming cups, making tea, and finally pushing a small cup full of coffee-colored tea in front of me. He leaned back on the couch with his legs crossed and asked me what I was going to do with the painting in my graduation exhibition.

I never thought about what to do with that painting, I just thought I had to come up with a graduation project in order to graduate. During my school days, I drew a lot of sketches, watercolors, oil paintings, and a lot of plane, three-dimensional, and color composition assignments every time I did my homework and practice, and I never thought about what to do with those things. After painting or handing in homework, they put it in the dormitory cabinet, or under the bed, or even under the bed, and forget it for a long time, and it is difficult for them to reappear, as if they have disappeared from the world—no one knows how they disappeared, in short, it is difficult to see them again. Occasionally, they will suddenly appear in a corner where no one is looking, and when they are seen again, the brain will only flash over the scene from which they were drawn, and then they will no longer feel anything, until finally everything is completely gone, and the memories of the painstaking process of creating them are gone.

But for the paintings in the graduation exhibition, I still put a little effort into it. It wasn't until Mr. Ou asked that I suddenly had a feeling that after a few years of study, I had to leave something as a memorial.

"I'm going to collect it. I said, "I'm going to take it home." ”

"That's not what you thought at first. He said, "If I hadn't asked you, you might have thrown it away." ”

I feel a little ashamed to be seen through his mind. Mr. Ou said that he hoped that I could sell the paintings to him, and I was surprised and asked him why he wanted to buy my paintings, there are so many excellent works. He said that every year in the art exhibition, he would pay attention to whether there were any graduation works worth buying, and this year I chose mine. And let me not be surprised, he said that he knew that I didn't think my painting was good, but the value of a painting was not that way. He noticed a few times that I had been looking at the painting next to me, and that painting was indeed very good, and the author's skills were quite profound, and I could not speak with her in terms of painting skills alone, and it was one of the few works in this exhibition that scored 9 points. But he didn't pay much attention to the painting, and now he doesn't even know who the author is, whether it's a man or a woman.

He leaned back on the couch, crossed his legs, his hands crossed on his thighs, and looked at me with a strange look. Before he came to his office tonight – or asked me to come to his office at the exhibition grounds, I never knew of any teacher who could remember me as an ordinary student, I thought that in the eyes of all teachers I was just a passing student in a hurry, they could only say my name when they looked at the roster in class, and when it was all over, they would forget about me completely, maybe they would look familiar to me, but they would never make the effort to remember where they had seen me.

Mr. Ou in front of me, he only brought us two semesters of aesthetic theory classes, he was not very strict, nor very tolerant, all the students were treated equally in his eyes, I did not see him pay too much attention to any student. He only gave us assignments four times in two semesters, once in the middle of each semester and at the end of the semester. I wrote a theoretical article, and the word limit was between 4,000 and 8,000 words each time, and I remembered that I got above average on all four of my assignments, and I thought, if I didn't write more beautifully, I would have to be below average at best.

I can't remember when he paid special attention to me, but looking at the current situation, he always remembered me and made a deep impression of me, which made me a little happy in my doubts. I told him that if he really wanted the painting, he would give it to him after the graduation exhibition. But he was adamant and told me that I had to buy it, and I couldn't refuse. In the end, Mr. Ou bought the painting for 2,000 yuan. When I went out, he told me to work hard after graduation.

"There are many people who choose to change themselves, their personality or their way of thinking when they can't do anything. He said: "Actually, there is no need to change, every person has its own way of living, and every way of living will have good and bad, right?"

I think I finally agreed to sell him the painting, not so much out of his irresistibility to his hospitality, but out of gratitude to him. During the past few years of study, I have never been praised by any teacher, which has made me love the dull school life, which is more out of habit, which made me think that I can be pampered and not surprised, and I can laugh at praise or criticism. But today, when I learned that a teacher had such a deep impression and recognition of me, I found that I also had a wave of excitement in my heart, no matter what Mr. Ou's purpose was in buying my paintings, he would definitely not buy a worthless painting. The approval in this situation makes me feel like I have received a favor—a great favor. This favor makes me instinctively grateful.

After coming out of his office, I immediately went to the exhibition venue, it was already late, there were only a few scattered people left, and the painting next to me was still there, and the author did not take it. I looked at my watch, it was the time she came to pick up the painting last night, but she didn't come, and I wanted to help her take the painting down again and hand it to her. I waited until the dormitory was about to close, and I still didn't see her when I left, and the whole room was darkened by the two lights at either end of the hallway.