Fei Xueyan's choice is actually no problem.

She has already participated in the National Art Examination Joint Recruitment, has the lower limit guarantee for participating in the college entrance examination, and has participated in the school examination of the Qingjing Academy of Fine Arts, the main target, and the highest pursuit is also there.

Originally, she was not ready to apply for the Shuchuan Academy of Fine Arts, and at this time, it really didn't make much sense to return to Jiangzhou to continue the next month of art training.

It also wasted two months of cultural review time that only started from mid-December to mid-February.

Xu Zhaohui seemed to realize this immediately, and even said that he would not return to Jiangzhou, and stayed with Fei Xueyan to prop up the shelves of the intensive college entrance examination class first.

It's just that he behaved too obviously, and when he also got out of the car, the five first-year students in the car looked at each other, and then invariably broke out with gossip expressions: "This kid...... You can't be chasing geese, right? ”

"Wanwan, isn't it a pity that your division has internal digestion."

Even Wan Changsheng touched his chin hahaha: "Pingjing, if these two are admitted to Pingjing, they can take care of each other." ”

The girl helped Fei Xueyan take the pulse: "As long as the goose wears a little makeup and dresses up, it is absolutely beautiful, Xu Zhaohui is a typical straight man, and he is not too far from cancer, I am not optimistic!" ”

So in the end, everyone can only pretend to be mature: "Let it be, their affairs can only be seen by themselves." ”

In fact, everyone is not as old as Xu Zhaohui, and Fei Xueyan is basically a year.

Wan Changsheng lazily handed over a few people to Ding Xiaopeng to take care of: "My relative's hotel has been booked, you can go and stay, and I will treat you for dinner at night, and I will not go with you if you have dinner at night, and I will not go with you!" ”

Everyone knew that he wanted to be with Jia Huanhuan, and he didn't force everyone to accept Huanhuan, so they drove him away with disdain.

Huanhuan is also in her third year of high school.

Wan Changsheng, who sends messages, calls, or videos almost every day, knows that Jia Huanhuan is working hard for the first time this time.

So I didn't say anything about coming back today, which was a surprise.

I also went to buy a bouquet of flowers and a hug of red roses.

With Wan Changsheng's character, it was difficult to choose to do this kind of thing, but it should make Huanhuan happy, so he parked the car a little further away from the school gate and hugged the roses himself.

At the school gate where the evening self-study was done after nine o'clock, it was still quiet, and even the other parents who picked up their children had not yet come.

Wan Changsheng wanted to calm down his emotions as soon as possible, as if he had been out in a circle and came back to be cautious.

Who knew that as soon as he walked to the school gate, he was found by the security guard: "Who ...... Do not harass...... Hey? Is it Wan Changsheng? Is it really you? ”

Turning his head, he said in a loud voice, so happy: "Wan Changsheng is back, hahaha, Wan Changsheng is back with roses." ”

It's really like Du Wen said, the standard thing is different from person to person.

The little hooligan came to the door of the No. 2 Middle School with roses and wanted to do something, which was to harass the girls.

Wan Changsheng, that is the love of the little couple.

The security guards and teachers immediately ran out five or six, and when everyone saw that he was really out of sight, someone immediately pulled him: "There is still half an hour, half an hour, the picture blackboard newspaper, last year, no matter how much it was protected, it couldn't be protected for so long!" ”

Wan Changsheng agreed with a smile.

As if it was a great thing that he promised to paint, the teacher happily sent messages everywhere to inform the other teachers and directors, while the security guards were busy pulling wires and getting lights, and even turned on the flashlights to illuminate the blackboard by the school gate.

There are also a few who have diligently wiped the entire blackboard and waited.

Wan Changsheng thought about it for a while, and what flashed in his mind was inevitably his feelings in the past two or three days.

What is fate?

There really is a fate.

If he hadn't been surnamed Wan and hadn't had this kind of artistic talent, he would probably be no different from those non-mainstream young people in Guanyin Village who were messing around all the time.

If Du Wen is not a kind of arrogance, and there is probably the kind of heritage inherited from her grandmother, just being beautiful and growing up in a broken family may still be a mistake.

There is also that teacher Fan, who has known her for a year, she has the arrogance of a professional, and she also seems to have a little inferiority complex, very unconfident inferiority, as if when Mao Dongyang first came to the Damei training class, she was quite obsessed with Mao Dongyang, and she was obsessed with that kind of handsome appearance, and Zhao Leilei, who had a better character and a more promising future, was not like this.

So it was easily used by Mao Dongyang.

It's really unfair.

There is also the experience of Fei Xueyan and Xu Zhaohui, they are already very lucky leaders, but they are still tossed by fate.

Fate is not born fair.

Therefore, what is the Grand Duke of the world is just a false proposition, a demagogic trick.

Looking at the pitch-black blackboard is like seeing a black hole of fate.

Wan Changsheng's feeling came, the feeling of the artist's emotional body, picking up the chalk and sweeping it on the blackboard.

Almost a year has passed.

Wan Changsheng really stepped into the hall of the Academy of Fine Arts, and walked on the right path with hunger.

In terms of technique, he has not changed much, but what has changed more is his thinking, especially artistic thinking.

Blue chalk and red are stacked on top of each other and swept from above at the same time, creating a mixture of dark colors, dreamlike, real and false.

The security guard holding the emergency light and flashlight seemed to be a little unable to see clearly, and wanted to get closer, but was grabbed by the physical education teacher who came from behind and retreated, for fear that he would disturb Wan Changsheng's creation.

There are already dozens of people around.

In fact, Wan Changsheng didn't notice the people around him at all, and painted the background with this darker color in a large area, a bit of the artistic conception of classical Chinese ink landscape, and then there was the ground, the brown chalk and white were mixed, and the cracked ground was painted by the fast outline board, and the rocks that began to appear in the lower center.

It's completely different from last year's picture of boys and girls holding hands.

The surrounding teachers and security guards all watched with bated breath.

But he has great trust in Wan Changsheng and just wants to see what he draws.

The style of painting has changed!

When these surrounding backgrounds were completed, Wan Changsheng picked up a piece of red chalk and began to draw very eye-catching lines on the blackboard, a long and deformed stick!

There are beautiful carvings on the sticks!

Paint with yellow and brighten with white, you can make the carving three-dimensional and vivid!

Just looking at the two golden carvings and the red stick in the middle, everyone immediately realized what it was.

Staff!

Yes, the monkey in a golden helmet under the red line, soaring into the sky!

Wielding the golden hoop stick in his hand, with the most bloody unwilling posture, with a body of anti-bones and full of unwillingness, he rose from the barren and cracked ground in a rebellious and arrogant manner.

Is this a hot-blooded frivolity that does not know the height of the sky, or is it a depressed despair that is helpless and fateful?

The expression on the monkey's face is so full of disbelief!

Even if the golden helmet was partially wiped by Wan Changsheng and changed to be mutilated, it looked like it looked like after the defeat.

Even the hair that was originally the Monkey King was changed into a mess and suffered setbacks.

But the fire of struggle in that eye has not been extinguished at all!

When the image of Monkey King first appeared, the teachers were still a little puzzled, what can this encourage the students?

Slowly, I got a little bit of a sense of it.

When Wan Changsheng finally grabbed the white chalk, on both sides of the long blackboard, each occupied one-third of the area, and began to write in his unique cursive writing method, a group of adults involuntarily aggravated, and felt that a momentum in their chests was about to burst out!

The image of Sun Monkey does only occupy a little in the middle, and it is more conspicuous on both sides.

"If Fate Is Not Just"

"Fight it to the end"

The font of the dragon flying and phoenix dancing seems to break through the shackles of the blackboard and soar that kind of spirit into the sky.

Yes, when everyone encounters injustice, do they lie down and give up struggling, or do they try their best to fight?

There are many losers who are rolling in the quagmire, wishing that others would give up their life pursuits like them and advocate all kinds of negative thoughts.

But for these super middle school students who are already standing in front of the college entrance examination line.

They are facing one of the most important watershed moments in their lives.

This may be the only chance in their lives that they can fight against their fate and take control of their own destiny.

At least at this time, they need this kind of encouragement to struggle!

When the drawing method of drawing the line was just completed, it was just a frame, like a wire frame, and Wan Changsheng had to paint white in it.

A teacher suddenly spoke: "Changsheng, I can apply chalk, let me help you do it." ”

Wan Changsheng handed over the chalk silently, but he didn't expect several teachers to grab it and take it: "I've played with chalk all my life, it's still okay, no problem!" ”

Wan Changsheng, who was still immersed in his own creative perception, smiled.

Take two steps back and get an overview of what you're looking for.

In fact, in the creation of the Academy of Fine Arts, there are very few such ways of matching words and paintings.

But there are murals in Chinese paintings, and there are even more murals in temples.

Because most of the Western art is Lao Tzu's thoughts, can you understand that it is your business is different.

Most of Chinese paintings pay attention to the like-minded literati, and it is very elegant to have poems and songs next to them.

The murals of the temple have more edifying effects.

So I watched as several teachers actively assisted in the application.

The most eye-catching thing on the whole blackboard newspaper is these two big white characters.

He was also worried that the young high school students would have a misunderstanding, so he chose a yellow piece of chalk and wrote neat regular script in the lower right corner: "All the past is prologue"

Call it a day.