It's just a stranger, although he covets the coolness of that moment, Lin An still withdraws his hand. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info "Don't take it back, just that posture!" As soon as Lin An moved, the young man spoke again.

Forehead.

Fortunately, because of the scenery just now, Lin An was in a good mood, otherwise he would not have listened to the young man's words like this. Therefore, by the time Lin An's hand was taken out of the water, the temperature of the whole hand was already the same temperature as the water.

The young man casually put the pencil on his ear, and the drawing board was also thrown behind his back, and strode towards Lin An's side. "Thank you, classmate."

The young man used English, probably thinking that Lin An was an Asian who could not speak French, and was very considerate of changing the way of communication.

"It's okay." Lin An replied in French.

When the young man heard Lin An's fluent French, his eyes suddenly lit up. "What major are you in?" The young man asked naturally.

"I'm not a student at the Academy." The young man shouted one classmate after another, making Lin An more and more uncomfortable. In the young man's stunned state, Lin An opened his mouth to explain: "I am the one who studied with Tutor Bernard, not a registered student of the academy. ”

"So you're the Lin An who is famous in the entire Bordeaux Academy?" The young man's eyes were still shining, and he looked Lin An up and down: "I didn't expect you to be so beautiful." When you were competing, I didn't see it, it's a shame! ”

Lin An was embarrassed.

"I heard that you were the first place in this HD competition, I thought it was a woman in her thirties, but I didn't expect you to be so young." The youth are still praising it.

Lin An had lost the desire to listen. Blindly complimenting Lin An did not make Lin An have a good impression of this young man, but instead consumed the amazement of concentrating on painting at first sight.

"I have something to do, so I'll go first." Lin An remembered the purpose of his coming out, and he also had an excuse to leave. He ignored the shouts of the young man, quickened his pace and left.

"Will I see you again next time!" The shouts of the young man were drowned behind him, and Lin An turned around the building without looking back and disappeared.

Lin An wandered around for a day, but he didn't find any design ideas, and his mind was full of autumn scenes, autumn colors, autumn water, and autumn days. But nothing can represent the so-called autumn.

For the first time, Lin An felt that it was a great event that he failed to fully comprehend the soul of the work at the beginning. Now it's okay, and it's been scolded.

The next day, Lin An still went to the academy, and Boris's canvas still had the framework of the work, but Lin An's canvas was still empty.

Therefore, Boris looked at Lin An's eyes with more and more disdain. Look at it, at the end of the day, nothing can be drawn, there must be no way!

Lin An was troubled, and Bernard was also troubled. He knows Lin An's ability, but for the sake of a simple work with the word "autumn", it is not right to be entangled like this.

Lin An usually doesn't go to many places, except for the classroom, and only Bernard's office remains. Of course, when you are irritable, it is also a good relaxation to go to Bernard's office and look out the window.

It was also at this time that Bernard knew how Lin An was stumped by a simple propositional work.

"I thought that with your ability, you must be able to grasp any work. Unexpectedly, one autumn, it stumped you. Bernard sat at his desk and looked at Lin An who was standing by the window and looking out the window.

Lin An, who was stumped, rarely spoke, and most of the time, he stood at the window and looked out of the window fixedly.

"Couldn't find a theme." Lin An replied.

That's right, I just can't find a theme, I can't find something that suits what I want to express. As long as he has something he wants to design, Lin An can complete the design without much time, but what he wants to design, this is a very random thing.

Sometimes, even a moment of inspiration will allow Lin An to get out of the predicament in front of him.

Lin An felt bored and opened the window. A gust of wind blew, and a leaf fell into Lin An's hand. The leaves are half blue and half red, but for some unknown reason they have left the branches.

Bernard looked up and saw Lin An standing in front of the window, looking down, looking at the things in his hand, and asked curiously, "What are you looking at?" Isn't something coming in. ”

"I've found what I want to express." Lin An turned to face Bernard, holding the leaf that had just fallen into her hand.

"Leaves?" Bernard was stunned.

"The flowing water is too urgent, and the deep palace is free. Thank you for the red leaves, so that you can go to the world. Lin An suddenly spoke.

What the heck? Bernard's only Chinese skills did not allow him to understand what Lin An was talking about. Therefore, the white-haired old man could only continue to look at Lin An with a strong desire for knowledge.

"This is a very romantic love story in ancient China." Lin An replied with a smile.

"A love story?" Bernard was still confused. These five words and one sentence, a total of twenty-five words, are they still written as a story? But it's not a story!

"Autumn water and red leaves." Lin Anmei answered Bernard's question, but summed up four words.

"What is this?"

"My new work can be regarded as a kind of growth for me." Lin An replied. This is indeed Lin An's growth, not that kind of small ability growth, but an emotional leap.

Lin An, the first attempt, has a story and soul in the design of works. Lin An's works can be gorgeous, mysterious, and even beautiful. However, there is no work that can support a story.

This time, she wants to give her work a story. Just like Hasegawa's "Chopping Yagi" before, he uses a story to be the soul of his own work.

That night, Lin An did not return home. In Bernard's classroom, the lights were on all night.

The next day, Boris was shocked. On the second floor, in the studio used by Lin An and his PK, on another canvas placed face to face with his canvas, there was already an additional figure, no, or a design drawing.

The retouching of the blueprint has not yet been completed, but the overall shape has appeared.

As a designer, Boris had to admit that the design was very beautiful and exquisite. The only thing that makes Boris strange is that this design seems to have nothing to do with autumn.

"Boris, what are you looking at?" When Lin An entered the studio, he happened to see Boris looking at his design in a daze.

"What does your work have to do with autumn?" Boris came back to his senses and asked, pointing to Lin An's canvas.

"Red leaves know autumn, look at a leaf and know autumn solstice." Lin An replied slowly.

However, Lin An used Chinese, a small fresh meat from France, and did not understand a word.