It is said that the artistic conception, color, line, and composition control of the painting "Evening" are more advanced than "Wheat Field", a Himalaya.

I don't know how the judges of the big awards decided that "Wheat Field" was the one that deserved the award.

Art, the so-called high and low, is just self-inflicted sentimentality, self-pity.

Elegance and vulgarity are the mainstream of the public.

What's more, "Wheat Field" can't even be called high.

At this time, a well-meaning netizen suddenly broke the news that the person in charge of the review had an ambiguous relationship with Yin Xiaorou.

One stone startles a thousand waves.

Stringing together the relationship between the front and back, these two words are enough to make people think about it.

If a person who gains convenience through a relationship is exposed to the sun, it will cause outrage.

And this is a university......

It is the last pure land in most people's hearts.

If her strength is worthy of the fame she has received, then no one will question it.

Someone directly sent an inquiry email to the official of the college, and the comments on the official blog were also brushed to tens of thousands.

If there is really a black-box operation, then the Ayton Academy of Fine Arts, which has always been self-respecting and self-proclaimed with artistic fairness......

It's going to be a joke.

Qin Fengmian sat in the office, looking at the comments on the Internet, his face became more and more gloomy.

Take out a box of cigarettes from the bottom drawer and light it.

He hadn't smelled smoke for a long time, and he choked twice.

His eyes were red, and he slowly snuffed out the cigarette in his fingertips, calmed down, and called Qin's mother.

"Let's invite Qianwan to the house tonight, and the wedding can't be postponed any longer."

Mother Qin over there was a little stunned, "Fengmian, haven't you always disliked ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qin Fengmian, "We are not young anymore, there have been too many rumors recently, I am afraid that she will think too much." ”

After all, it is her own son, so Qin's mother guessed it, and said angrily, "Mom knows, it's also the two of you, you are not small, it's better to get married early, so that someone won't have to worry about it." ”

"Mom cooks by herself tonight, you remember to pick her up."

"Okay."

Qin Fengmian hung up the phone, threw the cigarette roll into the trash, and looked at a hole in the white paper that had been burned, his eyes were scarlet.

Here, Qin's mother hung up the phone and looked at Qin's father who was sitting on the sofa making tea, "Old Qin, Xiao Yan comes over tonight, you take out the pair of bracelets that your mother gave you before." ”

When Father Qin heard this, he looked at her in surprise, "Wasn't you quite resistant to Xiao Yan's matter before, why did you accept it again this time?" ”

Mother Qin fiddled with the flower arrangement in her hand, but the originally delicate flowers looked a little dim, "My son seems to have encountered something." ”

Father Qin took off his glasses, pinched the tea leaves into the teacup, poured hot water, and watched the tea leaves boil and stretch in the hot water.

The voice was a little deep, "What do you say, it's the schoolgirl from before?" ”

Mother Qin's face froze slightly, and she was silent for a while, "My son's reputation is important, if it is really that student entangled, let's see if I can find an old classmate to transfer my son to City C." ”

Father Qin blew on the hot tea, took a sip, frowned hotly, and nodded, "Tell Sister Liu, just don't let her in later." ”

In a few words, Yin Xiaorou's contact turned into entanglement.

The original happy conversation was only based on the condition that the interests were not damaged.

Waiting until it really touches the boundary and turns its face and is mean is the norm.

……

Criminal Investigation Brigade.

Gao Zhengyi took the information and knocked on the door of the dissection room, "Boss Yan, the comparison results of the forensic department are out." ”

Qianwan leaned against the edge of the pool, carrying a cup of hot water in her hand, and pointed in the direction of the wardrobe.

Gao Zhengyi clenched his fists and coughed dryly, and silently took a disinfectant suit and put it on his body.

Then hand her the information.

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