Thank you to the moon god for the tip!

It has been four days since the last running man recording ended, and Han Yi rushed back to Beiping overnight on the night of the end of the recording, and he couldn't wait to revise his condor shooting again.

In the past four days, Han Yi has not gone out and has been staying in his home, which is a suite that Han Yi bought in Beiping, which is considered a home for Han Yi.

In the past, when he had to go to class, Han Yi would still live in the school, but when he wanted a quiet environment to create, Han Yi would come here, which was actually next to the school, and the distance from here to the classroom was actually closer than the distance from the dormitory to the classroom.

Han Yi has locked himself up for four days, and when he is hungry, he cooks some instant noodles, and adds an egg or ham or something like that to solve the problem, which Han Yi is also very handy to do, he has done this before.

But today Han Yi left his nest and came out to bask in the sun, it wasn't that Han Yi finished writing, it was only four days, and the condor shot more than a million words, and Han Yi's speed was too fast to finish writing.

Although I have already written it once, I am only revising those imperfections in my memory, but no matter how I say it, it can be regarded as rewriting, and now Han Yi can probably write **10,000 words a day, which is still early to finish.

The reason why Han Yi came out was because he was carvin, that's right, after four days of high-frequency work, Han Yi felt a little pain in his brain now, so he left the nest and came out to breathe fresh air.

Another reason is that his teacher, Dean Wang of the Academy of Arts, wanted to chat with Han Yi, at least that's what he said on the phone, although Han Yi didn't believe it too much.

"Han boy, you came quite early!" Han Yi had just stood by the lake for a while when a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Hello teacher!" Han Yi bowed to Dean Wang very politely, this is Han Yi's way of treating those teachers he recognizes and respects, no matter what the private relationship is, when encountered, as long as Han Yi sees it, he must bow and salute, and ask: Hello teacher!

Dean Wang was also accustomed to Han Yi's habits, nodded his head very calmly, then looked Han Yi up and down, and said with a smile: "Look at your style, you have been in retreat for a long time, right?" ”

Hearing what Dean Wang said, Han Yi remembered that he seemed to be very sloppy in the past four days, and he didn't freshen up when he came out, so he hurriedly looked at his dress, and he was indeed relatively imageless.

"I'm not here for a blind date, what do you want to do." He shrugged his shoulders as he spoke, and said indifferently.

"You're always like this. They are all public figures, pay attention to your pictograms, your image represents the image of our School of Arts of Peking University! ”

Hearing this, Han Yi had a headache, his major was literature, and he was from the College of Humanities, but it seemed that everyone now regarded Han Yi as a person from the Academy of Arts, ignoring his major in literature.

"If you are engaged in art, the image will be put aside for the time being." Han Yi habitually shrugged his shoulders and said.

Dean Wang didn't answer, just smiled and shook his head, in the eyes of outsiders, it seems that Peking University, as a first-class university in China, the image of students should be very good.

But he knows that these are all things that are taken for granted, and Peking University is known for its openness, and its image is actually not emphasized in a certain way for students in Beiping.

"Now it's not just about art, your generation has begun to become more and more unruly." Dean Wang seemed to remember when they were studying, and said with emotion.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Han Yi said with emotion, "In the information age, it is no longer like the industrial age, everyone pays attention to unity and efficiency, and everyone wants to be the same. ”

"Yes, the standard equipment is a product of the industrial age, and what model of clothes you buy now is not a product of the industrial age?"

"This era has gradually grown old, and now we pay attention to emancipating individuality, without emancipated individuality, where do so many wonderful ideas come from, teacher, aren't you not wearing a uniform suit." Han Yi looked at Dean Wang, who was wearing a jacket, and smiled.

"Hey, we're really old, and if we don't dare to do anything to catch the stage of this era, we're really outdated."

"......" Han Yi didn't answer, looking at the calm water, not knowing what he was thinking.

"The last time I went to the computer department to listen to the class, Old Man Huo put a few pictures, I was very impressed!" Dean Wang continued to take care of himself:

"He took out pictures of employees of several famous IT companies in the world at work, some of them were wearing vests, some were wearing slippers, if I hadn't told me in advance that it was the company, I would have thought it was a black club!"

"Yes, it is to make those employees feel cool themselves, otherwise how can it trigger their inspiration and stimulate their creative power!"

"I wonder if this qiē will change the status quo of our industry?" Dean Wang sighed heavily, although Dean Wang seemed to be asking Han Yi, his tone was full of affirmation, he knew that it would definitely change, and it was already starting.

"Now I'm an old man, I should be enjoying my old age in peace, but now I also have a sense of fear, this society is too strange." The old man suddenly sighed, which made Han Yi a little surprised.

"Teacher, you're not old!" Han Yi smiled and said:

"In this dramatically changing society, there is darkness in front of everyone, but some people live at ten o'clock in the evening, and some people live at two o'clock in the morning, although it is all darkness, everyone is groping, but some people are destined to not see the sun."

"A newborn baby may stop at ten o'clock in the evening forever, and an old man like a teacher may live at two o'clock in the morning, and the teacher is not old!"

"Hahaha, you kid finally said a few words that I like to hear, and it sounds smooth." These were the few words that Dean Wang had heard after Han Yi got acquainted with him, but ......

"Yes, think about our Professor Yang, you can still marry a wife when you are almost eighty, and Mr. Qi, a master of painting, is ninety years old, and you can still think about falling in love, where are you going!"

This sentence was originally Han Yi's talk about the importance of mentality, but with Han Yi's tone and the content of his words, Dean Wang always sounded weird.

"You kid." Dean Wang could only point at Han Yi and shake his head and smile bitterly, he was used to it, he had taught so many students, and there were many students who had a good chat with him, but there were really few people who dared to joke with him like this.

At least during the school period, no one dared, and Han Yi was the first.

"You old man, don't you ask me and talk to me!"