In the turbulent years, no one cared about how an independent art major in a small normal college would take classes and what classes, so he unusually gained a lot of freedom.

Although Mr. Hao works in the Education Bureau, he is ultimately a painter rather than a professional educator, and he emphasizes professional training rather than theoretical study. Therefore, Zhou Wanwan and the next dozen students are in a state of free play in painting learning, and the teacher guides and assists them.

This may be a very small number of students who have benefited from the turmoil in the past decade.

After more than ten years, the country really began to attach importance to education, and the art major of Ling'an Normal College has cultivated many young and middle-aged talents who are among the best in the domestic art and education circles, and they have changed from the "wild team" that has not been noticed by people to the "fragrant bait" in the eyes of the leaders.

Since then, students who come here to study painting have also begun to receive a Chinese-style "orthodox education", and it is impossible to know what the results will be.

Next to the faculty dormitory, the studio of the 75 art class is a row of gray bungalows plastered with plaster. More than a dozen rooms are shared by the biology laboratory, the chemistry laboratory and the art studio.

Outside the window is Jing'an Lake, next to a piece of untrimmed grassland and shrubs, now looking at the past is a withered yellow ash with no life.

Zhou Wanwan looked out of the window where there was no one for a long time, and turned back to paint her warm yellow and green spring flowers and willows.

"That's a big difference, isn't it?!" Mo Qiqi, who was adjacent to her on the easel, poked her head and took a look, "But it's comfortable to look at." I can't draw something so pleasing to the eye. ”

"Three months later, that's what happened outside." Zhou Wanwan added a bright tail to the kite.

There were only four girls in their class. Of course, the boys have to let them try to let them pick first. So the best place by the window was given to them.

"It's cold by the window, or you should go inside. Come back when spring warms up. Don't worry, we'll make room for you when the time comes. "The class leader Lu Shen is twenty-six years old, and he is also the third oldest, and he is the oldest boy in the class, and he takes great care of most of the younger classmates in this class.

This row of houses is far away from the boiler room, and the radiators are at most higher than the body temperature in winter, so the brothers and sisters in the chemistry department and the biology department all warn the students in the art class. Wear a big padded jacket to class!

As soon as Lu Shen said this, Xiang Xiuqing was even more embarrassed to move places, their generation was raised by the education of "women can hold up half the sky" and "equality between men and women". No one has ever been exposed to such a thing as "gentlemanly demeanor", and it is contrary to their worldview that they are so obviously taking advantage of others because of their gender.

In the first class, the whole class put on a big cotton jacket and wrapped a thick scarf to draw, and after just ten minutes of drawing, they all took off the cotton jacket. It was so warm in the house. It's warmer than the building next to the teacher's office, which is best heated.

No one knew about this, but in the end, a boy guessed that it might be a heating pipe from under the studio, right? Do we have free geothermal heat in our class? The class agreed.

Zhou Wanwan also nodded pretendingly, pressed the remote control in his hand a few times, and lowered the temperature by two degrees, and it was easy to catch a cold no matter how hot it was.

Mr. Hao also made a special trip to thank the logistics director for his attention and care for the art class, and arranged such a good studio for them.

Every day, the logistics director listens to complaints, cries of poverty and doubts. Suddenly, I sincerely thanked him, and I was very touched. It's not easy to pat the thigh, it's not easy for a child to paint, and in the future, the art class's studio will be powered all night and won't pull the brakes!

Teacher Hao thanked him again, and went to the school leaders and the leaders of the Education Bureau to say a good word, a virtuous circle, everyone thinks that this art class is really good, the response is so good when the class just starts, think about it more if there are good things in the future! Who doesn't want to see two more sincere smiling faces and listen to two sincere kind words?

The students in the art class don't know about these things, and they have already begun to get to the bottom of the intense profession. There are 26 students in the art class, and there is a big difference in the level of cultural courses, and the level of painting is even more uneven.

There are those who can win awards in the province, and there are also those who just draw a few stick figures and have not been exposed to any professional field.

For a while, the whole class was enthusiastic about creation, except for eating, sleeping and taking cultural theory classes, almost the whole class was soaked in the studio.

Several teachers did not commute to and from work on time, but brought their own painting tools to the studio to instruct students while creating.

Outside the studio, I don't know who brought the small briquette stove and kettle, the hot water is always available, and the room is warm like spring, sitting with a group of enthusiastic and diligent students, the enthusiasm and inspiration that several teachers have suppressed for nearly ten years seem to be back.

"Your painting style is self-contained, the teacher's level can no longer guide you, and the technique is also something that serves the expressiveness, you don't have to stick to what the teacher says and what the book teaches, you can paint according to your own ideas. The only thing the teacher wants to remind you is the subject matter, you can draw casually when practicing, and you have to pay attention to it if you take it out for exhibitions or competitions. ”

Teacher Hao was very helpless when he said this to Zhou Wanwan, but in such a depressing social environment, it was not easy for them to paint, this child had such a high talent, he didn't want her to suffer in this regard.

It wasn't until she came to the school to report to the school late that Teacher Hao vaguely mentioned to her that in the last provincial painting competition, her level could definitely win the first place. However, all the judges voted for another painting, including himself. Because that's the only portrait of a leader on the list.

Over the years, the first place can only be the leader's portrait.

Zhou Wanwan did not work harder than others because her grades were better than her classmates. When she came to school, she realized that she had so much to learn.

The other three people in their dormitory alone had a lot of things for her to learn from. Mo Qiqi's colors are bold and vivid but not abrupt, and the visual effect impact is very large; Xiang Xiuqing's layout, no matter how it is drawn, is the most reasonable and expressive; Liu Fang's delicate handling of details can always make people shine.

Zhou Wanwan felt like a pile of bricks. What was done in the past is still there, but it has been disrupted in the continuous improvement and development, and she has to strive to establish a more perfect and more possibilities of the art palace.

It's a lot of energy and focus. It is also a thing that can be done with great pure joy. Therefore, Zhou Wanwan almost forgot to sleep and eat, and completely forgot about foreign objects.

Three weeks later, when the long-overdue orientation party finally began, Zhou Wanwan and her classmates almost felt that they were no longer the "new" to be welcomed.

In the past 20 days, they have found their place in this school, and they have completely lost their consciousness as "newcomers".

"Look, it's that girl again, and she played almost all the songs this night!"

Liu Fang whispered to Zhou Wanwan a few times. They stayed too late in the studio, and when they came, the seats at the front of their class had been occupied by the senior brothers who had mixed in, so they could only sit at the back. The auditorium is too big, and the people on the small stage are a small black spot in their eyes.

"Song Qiuya, who is in the seventh and fifth class of the Chinese department, is said to be particularly beautiful!" A boy next to him was also talking to his classmate about the girl.

Mo Qiqi, who was a little short-sighted, squinted at the stage and pouted disappreciatively. Lying in Song Xiuqing's ear and muttering. "No matter how beautiful we are, we can still be beautiful every night?!"

Xiang Xiuqing patted Mo Qiqi and whispered to her, "Wanwan is still a child, don't talk nonsense!" Do you think it's a good thing to be beautiful and famous in the whole school? ”

Zhou Wanwan also went to see the girl who sat next to the organ all night to accompaniment, she wore a pearl gray long-sleeved one-piece cashmere skirt, a simple and smooth design, which matched her tall and well-proportioned figure very well.

I couldn't see my facial features clearly, and I could only see a sitting side face and a few movements of playing the piano. The elegant and refined temperament is clear at a glance.

Just look at this temperament and recuperation, she must be a very beautiful girl.

The next day in the cafeteria. Zhou Wanwan finally saw this girl who was already famous in the whole school up close.

"Tonight, look! Song Qiuya! Mo Qiqi was very unconvinced when she went back yesterday, insisting that when Zhou Wanwan was a few years older, she would be prettier than Song Qiuya, and she had already subconsciously regarded her as an imaginary enemy. When I saw people, I was still a little nervous.

Zhou Wanwan looked over and saw a woman in her twenties who was obviously not Song Qiuya but was also very beautiful.

The man was small and plainly dressed, but he had a spotless neatness and neatness, his temperament was very cold, and he could even be said to be cold and indifferent, his skin was pale, but his facial features were very delicate and three-dimensional, and he was the kind of beauty that looked just right anywhere.

She seemed to keep her distance from everyone around her, eating in silence and mechanically, and everyone took a detour to her, as if an area around her was a vacuum, and in the crowded cafeteria at noon, she could have a table to herself.

"Don't look! Dirty eyes! Mo Qiqi turned Zhou Wanwan's head in a different direction and asked her to look at Song Qiuya, "Look, that's what happened to her!" It's not pretty! But the color of the clothes is very good. ”

Song Qiuya is indeed very good at wearing clothes, the collar of the white shirt is exposed in the coffee-colored Lenin suit, with gray pants, which is not out of line, but it gives people a feeling of delicacy and appropriateness everywhere.

However, Zhou Wanwan thinks that the biggest advantage of this girl is not that she can wear clothes, nor is she versatile, let alone her full forehead, crystal white skin and beautiful almond eyes, but her smile.

As soon as she saw her smile, Zhou Wanwan fell in love with her. It's so beautiful, only people who are so pure in their hearts that there is no trace of darkness can smile so pure and gentle, right?

Almost everyone in the cafeteria paid attention to Song Qiuya, consciously or unconsciously, she seemed to have long been accustomed to this kind of gaze, and she sat down to eat calmly with her classmates, without feeling uncomfortable at all.

"Their family has just been transferred to our school, and she also transferred from Ontario University, her father seems to be the conductor of the provincial orchestra, and he refused to rehearse "Red Detachment of Women" during the Chinese New Year. Song Qiuya has only been coming to our school for a few days. ”

Zhou Wanwan listened to the gossip of the girls at the table next to them while eating, and only then did they find the source of Song Qiuya's temperament and taste, which turned out to be the children of musicians in the province, of course, they are incomparable to students from small cities and rural areas.

"Who is she? Why doesn't everyone pay attention to her? Zhou Wanwan was still curious about the woman who ate alone.

"Don't look at it if you tell it, don't look at it, I'm afraid of dirty mouth when that kind of woman says it!" Mo Qiqi knocked on Zhou Wanwan's lunch box, "Do you still eat your eggs?" If you don't eat it, I'll eat it! ”

Zhou Wanwan pushed her lunch box to her, and asked Xiang Xiuqing with her eyes.

"I'll tell you back to the dorm." Xiang Xiuqing whispered.

"The woman's name is Ye Hongru, she is a teacher of our school's Youth League Committee, she doesn't dare to go to the teaching staff canteen, and people spit on the rice sold to her." Back in the dormitory, Xiang Xiuqing really told Zhou Wanwan about the beautiful female teacher with a cold temperament.

"She used to be a student at our school, and it is said that she is still the school girl! Now the concubine of the commander-in-chief of the Ling'an workers' rebels! Mo Qiqi's words were much more direct:

"Liu Weidong led people to smash and loot in our school, I don't know how many things have been harmed, how many people have been killed, all Ling'an knows about this! Who knows if she has a share! She still has the face to stay in our school! It's really thick-skinned! ”

Liu Weidong was the commander-in-chief of the Ling'an Workers' Revolutionary Rebel Headquarters, and a school worker of the Ling'an Normal School. The first stop of his rebellion was the Ling'an Division, and in the most chaotic years from 66 to 68, he expressed his determination in order to achieve the results of the battle, and almost harmed the Ling'an Division.

All the teachers and students of Ling'an Normal School hated him so much that their eyes were bleeding, but no one could do anything about him, the Workers' Revolutionary Rebel Command led by him had integrated all the rebel forces in Ling'an County, and the trouble they wanted to find in any unit could make your entire unit restless and unable to operate normally, and no one could do anything.

Therefore, everyone respects them and never dares to provoke them. Of course, this is still a superficial means, and the next three tricks behind it are even more terrifying.

In the first few years, there were people who expressed their displeasure with them in public and in private because they were not angry at what they had done, and these people were invariably subjected to the most brutal reprisals.

Those who have been injured, maimed or even lost their lives are considered good, and a large number of people have been separated from their wives and families, but there is no place to seek justice. Therefore, over the years, although everyone hates Liu Weidong in their hearts, they don't dare to say a word about him anymore.

His bloody revenge is more feared than those hatreds.

So his concubine became the object of everyone's anger. Teacher Ye was completely isolated in the whole school, no one spoke or contacted her, and everyone avoided her like a virus.

She will be retaliated against for anything she does with people, from being spit on when she goes to eat in the faculty cafeteria, and the cleaners in the office building throwing soapy water on the floor while she goes to the bathroom. She is also said to have been pushed down the stairs while it was dark.

"You'll see her stay away later! Such a dirty woman still has a face alive! Mo Qiqi solemnly admonished Zhou Wanwan.

"I heard that she also slept with other people in the rebel headquarters, and Liu Weidong was not the only concubine. Pretending to be like something at school, dirty in private! "There are many people in the Chinese department and the news is widespread, and Qian Xiaoling has only been at school for a few weeks and has listened to a lot of gossip. (To be continued......)

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