Lin Zhen came back from studying abroad, so she is also more open-minded and able to respect and understand other people's decisions.

After all, what to choose is the freedom that a person has.

And after Qin Shi chose two courses, she also acquiesced to this result and did not continue to talk about this issue.

After the class is selected, everyone will leave the class and arrange their own time, because the official class will start next week.

Jiangnan University's advanced courses are so free and open that the university prefers to give the students time and let them arrange their own arrangements.

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"Your name is Qin Shi, isn't it?"

As soon as Qin Shi walked to the top of the stairs, Yin Qianxue stopped him in a soft voice, about two or three meters behind him.

"Well, the Qin Shi of the Qin Shi Mingyue Han Shiguan."

Qin Shi turned around and looked at Yin Qianxue, who was standing behind him with a canvas bag in his hand, and said.

As he spoke, he noticed a watercolor painting on the canvas bag, presumably of a young girl sitting in a green prairie, looking up at the stars.

The stars in the sky are very gorgeous, and the grassland on the ground is green, but the look on the girl's face does not seem to be so happy, with a trace of loneliness and melancholy.

Qin Shi is a man with good eyesight, and he sees a glimmer of longing and hope in the girl, like starlight in the vast dark night.

"The events of that day have affected you."

A trace of apology crossed Yin Qianxue's face, and she bent slightly towards Qin Shi and said.

"Just think of it as if I ate too much in the morning, and the instructor will help me digest it."

Qin Shi knew that Yin Qianxue was talking about the military training that day, so Yun said lightly, he didn't want to make her feel a burden because he helped her.

He could feel that this was a girl with too many stories in her heart, like a mimosa, and the slightest touch would close the leaf tightly and close the door.

"I heard you sing "Memories of Nanshan" on the Internet, the singing is very good, and the lyrics are also very well written." Yin Qianxue's gaze and Qin Shi's gaze met, and there was a rare glimmer of light in her eyes, just like a little fan when she saw her idol.

Qin Shi noticed the slight curvature at the corner of her mouth, and guessed that her words should not have been finished.

Sure enough, Yin Qianxue continued: "This is a picture I drew based on your song and gave it to you. ”

As she spoke, she also took out a painting wrapped in a piece of elegant silk from her canvas bag and handed it to Qin Shi.

"Really?"

Qin Shi was still a little surprised that Yin Qianxue would give him a painting, so he said in surprise.

He opened the painting wrapped in silk, which was soft and smooth, obviously a good material, and with a faint girlish fragrance on it, it was very pleasant.

Obviously, Yin Qianxue cherishes the paintings she makes, and it is enough to treat them as treasures, otherwise she would not wrap them in a piece of silk, of course, this has something to do with the object of the gift.

Another thing that Qin Shi didn't know was that Yin Qianxue rarely gave her paintings to others, let alone specially painted a picture for others.

Since childhood, she has been learning to paint with the master of Chinese painting Shen Danqing, and she is well-known in the painting world at a young age, Yin Qianxue has too many miracles and fame, and her paintings are also expensive in the auction world.

"It's a really good drawing."

After Qin Shi saw the painting, he also issued a heartfelt compliment, if he wanted to score this painting, he would not hesitate to score ten points, the reason why he did not give nine points was not because he was afraid that she would be proud, her painting was enough to give her the capital of pride.

"It was painted according to the artistic conception of "Memories of Nanshan", I don't know why, after hearing this song, such a scene appeared in my mind, so I painted it with the brush in my hand."

Regarding Qin Shi's praise, Yin Qianxue didn't shout happily like a little girl, "Really? Instead, he talked about the original intention of painting this painting.

"I'll take this painting home and frame it and hang it in my room."

Qin Shi carefully put away the painting, and said to Yin Qianxue, inside the painting is the scene of "Memories of Nanshan", which is also a coincidence, which is very similar to the artistic conception and picture of the song "Memories of Nanshan" in his mind, and even he feels that this is the "Memories of Nanshan" he wants.

This is a somewhat sad song, which can touch people's hearts, and the tactful and bleak melody and elegant lyrics can evoke some sorrow in people's hearts.

Take a flat boat into the scenery with the wind, looking at the fishing fire on the riverside

In the depths of the bamboo forest, the remnants of the monument are small, and the monks begin to recite them

In the red pavilion on the reed bank, shake the green lily and invite Nanshan to drink

Paper money is sent in the evening breeze, and who adds new pain

Alone under the moon, illuminate a piece of loneliness

Remember those what, you said to love me

After the flowers bloom, the flowers fall again, and the reincarnation does not bear fruit

Moss on the snow tells me you never came back

When Qin Shi heard this song for the first time, he was immediately attracted and listened to it several times, especially the sentence "Paper money is sent in the evening breeze, who adds new pain", which made him lose his mind for a while.

When he was on Earth, he met a family in China, a very ordinary rural family, this family of seven people, close to each other, has a good relationship with each other.

Qin Shi, who was wandering alone in the starry sky, was very envious of this kind of family atmosphere, which made him fascinated.

But the good times didn't last long, and one day, someone in this family died.

There was a boy as old as Qin Shi in this family, his uncle had died, an optimistic and kind middle-aged man, with cirrhosis of the liver, the onset of the disease was sudden, and he left in a hurry.

Although Qin Shi is just a soul, he has complete feelings, seven emotions and six desires, and he has never missed one of them.

He could feel the grief of the boy, the grief of the whole family.

"Paper money is sent in the evening breeze, who adds new pain." In China, there has always been a custom of throwing paper money at funerals, which is somewhat similar to the planet where Qin lived in the Qin period, and there is a similar custom in Huaxia.

So when he heard the lyrics, he was also very touched in his heart, he remembered the day of the boy's uncle's funeral, and when everyone left, the boy sat alone on the mountain, in front of his uncle's new home, there was paper money floating in the sky, and he wept in the wind.

Qin Shi wanted to comfort the boy, but he was just a soul body, and no one could hear what he said.

Life and death are always so sad.

But who can change anything?

Thinking of the boy's lonely appearance on the mountain, and the appearance of the scene in Yin Qianxue's painting, Qin Shi felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.

In addition to being sentimental, he was also a little worried about Yin Qianxue.

He wrote many songs, but Yin Qianxue's paintings are only related to Nanshan Memories.

He vaguely felt that when Yin Qianxue was very young, something not so pleasant might have happened.

And these things also affected her character.

Painting may indeed be her talent, but her life shouldn't be like this.

"I think I'd be happier if you were painting a young girl chasing and running in the sun in a large field of sunflowers."

Qin Shi wanted to say this to Yin Qianxue......

(There will be a holiday after the last exam tomorrow, and Jiangcheng will work hard to code words at that time, strive to put it on the shelves in early February, and then update it stably and get full attendance.) Writing this chapter, Jiang Cheng was actually quite sad in his heart, and when he wrote the last book, his uncle left. When he was not yet ill, I went back to my hometown, and I was writing old books at that time, and he also knew that I was writing books, but I was writing and writing, and he was gone, which was a little regrettable. )

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