When I heard that my mother was asleep and was going to give a trial lecture after dawn, I had to tiptoe up to the kitchen, find an ice cube from the refrigerator and put a towel on my eyes. I heard that this method is more useful?

Standing in front of the mirror, his pale face seemed to be swollen from crying, and his red eyes really scared him. A cold towel is applied to the eyes, but it feels cold in summer.

It was almost two o'clock, and my eyelids were getting more and more swollen, so I simply took a towel to cover my eyes and forced myself to sleep.

Throughout the night, I slept very lightly, and even faintly heard wild cats fighting outside, and their cries were terrible; Hear the cleaner who collects the garbage cleaning; Hearing the sound of the milkman delivering fresh milk putting the bottle, the more anxious I was, the more difficult it was to sleep.

Before the alarm went off, I had already dressed, packed up my tools and materials, and flipped through the lesson plans. Mom has already gone out, and it just so happens that today I can avoid her blows, and this time I can only succeed and not fail.

When I was waiting for the bus at the bus stop, I looked around and didn't see Mu Liang this time. A little stunned, although he said it in yesterday's message was very beautiful, but maybe it was just talking, and it was difficult to do. I didn't ask him to do it, and I even told myself secretly that it was wise for him not to wade into this troubled water, and I should bless him, shouldn't I?

When I arrived at the training school, there were a lot fewer people this time than the last interview. This time, almost all of them carried sketchpads on their backs, and they were well prepared, like art candidates.

The tense environment made me sit on the edge again, my eyes wandered, I looked around, and I happened to meet the eyes of a girl.

"What position are you applying for?" The little girl leaned over and smiled and asked me, she put down the sketchpad on her back, the sketchpad did not match her figure, but she was dressed very fashionably, and the knee-length chiffon dress made her more delicate.

"Let's talk about oil painting." I responded with a smile.

"Oh, I'll try gouache. I'm so nervous, it seems that there are a lot of gouache people, and I just asked a few of them are gouache. The girl pouted and asked in surprise, "Don't you need to bring an oil painting easel?" ”

"Oh, oil painting easels are so heavy, the last time I saw an easel here, I brought a frame and materials."

"In this way, I haven't painted oil painting before, but it's still good, and there is less competition." The girl said with an envious expression.

"How can there be, there is less competition and fewer positions, the same."

The teacher of the last interview walked to the hall, looked around, and said: "This time there are few people, so I won't call them one by one, and the majors and lists are posted at the door of the classroom in the corridor, and I will line up over there and go in one by one." One finished speaking and the other continued, well, keep quiet. ”

Everyone brought their stuff and followed.

I found the door of the oil painting classroom, the first in line, the girl who had just spoken to me was the first in gouache next door, she looked back at her team, and smiled wryly at me, as if to say that there were eight or nine people behind her, and there was a lot of pressure. I looked back at my side, and it was okay, less than half of her.

"Alright, let's get started, let's go in one by one." The teacher came over and nudged me.

The heart that was pounding just now seemed to have jumped the beat, the brain was blank, and I had no impression of what was written in the lesson plan, and I was crying out in my heart.

When I lowered my head and went in, I didn't dare to look up to see how many teachers were listening to the class.

Go straight to the still life table, set up the easel, set up the frame and tools.

"Don't be busy drawing, you go to class first."

The voice was a little familiar, and I looked up with a red face and saw that it was Teacher Zhang looking at me with a smile, and there was a male teacher next to me who I had never met. It's a kind teacher who has been photographed, and I'm not so nervous anymore.

"Relax, just start your lecture when we're students."

"Okay, thank you," I smiled awkwardly.

"Hello everyone, the kind of painting we are going to contact today is oil painting, oil painting is one of the main types of Western painting, it is different from other gouache and watercolor is that it uses toning oil, which is this kind of ......"

At the beginning of the lecture, I became less and less nervous, and my speech became clearer, and I raised the materials in my hand to introduce while speaking. In particular, Mr. Zhang also gave me a satisfied smile, which made me feel more relaxed, and even talked about several famous painters and their works.

"Alright, the next one comes in. You go to the side and prepare some paint, and simply draw the still life in front of you. The male teacher raised his hand to interrupt my lecture and motioned for me to step aside and prepare.

There were not many of us in this group, and the four of us finished speaking quickly, and we all entered the state to paint still lifes.

Teacher Zhang and the more serious middle-aged male teacher walked back and forth twice behind us, communicating in a low voice. I wasn't nervous before, but when I saw them all standing behind me, my hands trembled, and the toning oil accidentally rubbed on my clothes, almost knocking over, and I grinned in embarrassment.

About half an hour later, Director Chen also stood at the door during the interview. The three of them whispered and scored, and I really silently recited all the immortals I knew.

Not long after, Mr. Zhang informed us that we could withdraw and wait for the notice in the hall.

I walked out of the classroom, and the gouache trial next door was not over yet.

As soon as he came out, he saw the familiar figure standing against the light at the door of the hall.

Maybe he heard the noise, he turned around and smiled at me, still so sunny. Backlit, his eyes were as bright as ever, like when they first met.

I didn't expect Mu Liang to come, and he still had some snacks in his hand. He walked over to the hall chair and sat down, smiling and motioning for me to come over. I looked left and right, looking around me, and I looked down a little embarrassed.

"Why are you here?"

"Huh? Do you mean you don't want me to come? Mu Liang frowned slightly, but the corners of his mouth raised a wicked smile, and he reached over and pinched it

Pinched my face and said, "I'm here to declare sovereignty!" ”

"What do you say?" I was disgusted, and I thought the atmosphere was a little sweet.

Soon people from the next classroom came out one after another.

The little girl saw me and waved hello, and when she got closer, she saw someone beside me.

"Is it convenient?" She asked me softly.

"It's okay, you can sit down." I smiled and removed the stool for her.

"There are a lot of people over there, are you coming out soon? I don't know if I can record it, I didn't even eat in the morning, and I was delayed for so long......" The girl was a little annoyed.

"Would you like something to eat?" I took the snacks that Mu Liang had placed on the table.

The girl smiled and refused: "It's not very good, no, no, there are so many people." ”

"Alright, everyone be quiet." This time it was Director Chen, who should have the list in her hand, and pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose.

Director Chen, who has the power of life and death, began to announce the list.

"Calligraphy Group: Qi Yiping, Liao Yan; Gouache group: Zhou Jiaqi, Yu Di ......"

Before Director Chen finished speaking, the girl next to me excitedly came to pinch my arm, both eyes lit up, I responded with a smile Congratulations, there was still a stone hanging in my heart, and my eyes stared at Director Chen, listening carefully to the list below.

"Oil Painting Group: Xiang Wan; Manual group: ......"

After hearing my name, I patted my chest, exhaled deeply, and turned my head to look at Mu Liang, who also smiled brightly and nodded at me.

"You've been accepted too? Are you called? The girl asked with an eyebrow and a smile.

"Towards the evening, the direction of the direction, the evening of the evening." The mood is relaxed and there are many words.

"My name is Zhou Jiaqi, and I will be a colleague in the future."

Zhou Jiaqi smiled and had a small dimple on her face, she was a beautiful embryo, a little self-cooked, but she looked like she had a good personality.

"The results will be posted on the official website, and if you have any objections after reading it, you can contact us by phone, and the course schedule is also posted on the Internet, so you can see the time yourself and go to the classroom ten minutes in advance. Now I am a teaching assistant, and I have the main teacher, so if I have any questions, I will contact the main teacher......"

After Director Chen explained the rest of the matter, everyone was ready to disperse.

Some people are expressionless, some are frowning, and some are full of spring breeze. Sometimes it's like this, no matter what the result is, it won't satisfy everyone, you can only learn to accept it.