More than 700 art candidates are put into the army of more than 100,000 people in the Shu Mei art examination, and among the millions of art candidates across the country, it is like throwing a stone in a pond and splashing the motion.

Moreover, art candidates basically do not look at the foundation when they enter the training school, unlike key high schools and ordinary middle schools, there are high school entrance examinations to eliminate screening.

So at the beginning, the level was uneven, and basically as long as the tuition fee was paid, it would be charged.

But whether it is fertile and thick soil, or barren thin fields.

Hard work will eventually produce results.

Just as Wan Changsheng said, after only one day of professional school examination, the professional examination journey of most of the great art candidates came to an end.

Only a very small number of seven or eight people will also take the school examinations of the Pingjing Academy of Fine Arts and the National Academy of Fine Arts after the Spring Festival.

That night, everyone went their separate ways.

After leaving home for a few months, most people still go home for the Spring Festival first, and then go to Ningzhou to take the college entrance examination intensive.

There are only about 100 people who have such high requirements as the Qingjing Academy of Fine Arts, or their grades are too poor and they need stupid birds to fly first, so they immediately go to Ningzhou together, and the entire Spring Festival will be spent there.

Wan Changsheng arranged for the exam bus to send these students directly to Ningzhou, and many parents also drove to the school to pick up their children.

The training school, which had been noisy for more than half a year, was finally empty.

The little partner drove the tutor to the airport, and Wan Changsheng gave red envelopes to the teaching assistants, administrative group, and logistics team who had worked hard for a school year, which was the only Spring Festival vacation for everyone in a year.

By the way, I also learned about Teacher Fan's situation from Aunt Xu, the director of academic affairs, because it is a commercial case, Teacher Fan was not detained, but he must often report to the police station to wait for the trial to appear in court, so Wan Changsheng asked Director Xu to help bring the graduation red envelope that Teacher Fan deserved.

He still never hated this fool who was dizzy in love.

Everyone left one after another, leaving Wan Changsheng in the dazzling office, which formed a strong contrast with the emptiness outside.

This is the first time that Wan Changsheng has taken hundreds of art candidates through an important life journey as a teacher, and his own student status has made Wan Changsheng not so completely regarded himself as a teacher or manager.

This is an indescribable feeling, not just as simple as being a teacher, it is related to whether hundreds of art candidates have learned something after entering this training institution, and whether they can be admitted to their favorite art colleges.

It is also related to an important turning point in their future life path.

Wan Changsheng didn't take over this burden from Lao Cao's hands in order to make money.

That's the kind of sense of responsibility he's been cultivated since childhood.

When his ability was limited, he was responsible for his family and Guanyin Village, and now he has to ...... the training school when he comes out And even more responsible.

Sitting at the desk, I sat in silence for a few minutes.

Usually, the classroom corridor is filled with the footsteps of students, or there are countless sounds of frolicking and laughing in the open space and green belt outside the window.

Not anymore.

After the end of the art examination, almost half of the people in the entire cultural and creative park were missing.

So it's deadly quiet.

No one from the Great Beauty Training School came to disturb Wan Changsheng and ask what was going on.

It was so quiet that Wan Changsheng's ears were a little blocked.

So realizing this, Wan Changsheng stood up, took the brush on the table, divided some ink, and wrote on the rough-edged paper without hesitation: "The province shows Gu Qing, the bitterness is so bitter, I am very worried, and Qing will not forget this matter......

The content is not important, this is the calligraphy masterpiece of the Eastern Jin Dynasty Prime Minister Wang Dao "Provincial Post", which is basically a bit similar to the current diary, the meaning of self-examination.

As Wang Xizhi's uncle, this masterpiece of Xingcao is a stele that Wan Changsheng has practiced since he was a child, and he has carved it out with a chisel to hit the stone, so he doesn't need to use his brain to control the pen and ink, and he can reproduce it with elegant brushwork.

The brain gradually calmed down that little emotion, the expectations of those art candidates, and the summary and reflection on the burden on their shoulders.

Wan Changsheng in the stele forest, for countless days and nights, was so lonely in self-cultivation.

in order to have today's strength and bearing.

But a little surprisingly, when my friend drove the Mercedes-Benz SUV back, he actually brought Professor Gou by the way!

When he knocked on the door and put the car key on the coffee table, he quietly explained to Wan Changsheng: "On the side of the road between the station and the Cultural and Creative Park, I happened to see Professor Gou asking for directions. ”

Gou Lao was alone, and he saw the big seal stone on the cabinet at a glance, and thought that Wan Changsheng had carved something like the jade seal, and looked through it with surprise, and found that it was actually empty, and he was a little disappointed: "I just came back from the examination room, and someone said that your school is here, so I got off the bus and took a look at ......."

At this time, I saw the "Provincial Post" on the table, and I was surprised: "You wrote it?" ”

The little friend secretly gave Wan Changsheng a look and ran away, and almost all the teachers and students of the Academy of Fine Arts would feel a little restrained in front of Professor Gou.

It's also the wonder of Wan Changsheng.

He poured a cup of tea for the master first, and then pointed to the calligraphy to explain the melancholy of the first time he had finished leading a class of students.

Professor Gou held the hot tea, how could he be dissatisfied in his eyes: "Well, it has been decades, and I still vividly remember the feelings of the students I took students at the Academy of Fine Arts for the first time, and they ...... Some people go abroad, some people become famous, and some people stay in a small place all their lives without a name, immortality, that's why I desperately want to correct the atmosphere in the Academy of Fine Arts but make everyone hate it, I hope to cultivate artists who are useful to the country and the masses, just like this calligraphy, bitter to the core, I am very worried, I am a good medicine and bitter mouth, someone must be a wicked person. ”

Wan Changsheng is not bitter and worried: "I have always had that attitude, the times have changed, the spirit of the times and the social atmosphere of your decades ago are different from those decades later, just like the dean who came out of the mountains in that era, although they must still be very poor when they are college students, they just want to paint desperately and seize this extremely precious opportunity to change their fate, what about now?" ”

He pointed to his desktop: "Look at this mobile phone, computer, and audio music, today's students receive too many kinds of things, can't be simple, and they also have more whimsical ideas, will not simply obey the teacher's or administrative requirements, today's young people are more concerned about their own feelings, most of them can be fed and clothed, the pursuit of more feelings, rather than forcing them to do this and that, it is better to guide them according to the situation." ”

After a busy day of admissions examination inspection, the old man leaned on the sofa tiredly, but he was very energetic, because he was satisfied with his apprentice: "You are at this age...... With such thoughts, I have nothing to worry about, and I can help you with something, this old bone is not of much use. ”

Facing the old professor who was almost like an enemy a year ago, Wan Changsheng laughed: "I'll go with you, visit this training school where no one is now, and then send you home, you still have to rest when it's time to rest, my grandfather is about the same age as you......"

The school, which has just left hundreds of people and nearly a thousand people, is a bit chaotic.

Wan Changsheng took the key card, opened some classrooms and dormitories, and introduced them to the elderly along the corridor, restaurant, and commissary.

At this moment, he didn't regard the other party as a profitable leader, but just wanted to persuade this stubborn old man to realize that some stereotypical things in this era no longer worked.

Professor Gou looked at it very seriously.

Perhaps from the art academy of several thousand people compared to the training school that is now condensed in the future.

Wan Changsheng, a young man who was only twenty-one years old, was already managing such a scene.

The old man was very emotional, but he didn't say anything, especially the detailed introduction of the majors of the art academies in the corridor, and the single propaganda pictures of the Damei Training School, including Wan Changsheng and a group of tour instructors, were carefully watched one by one.

Finally, I stood in front of the propaganda column of the intensive college entrance examination class of Ningzhou No. 2 Middle School and watched it for a long time.

It was dark outside, and Wan Changsheng had to applaud again and again to turn on the voice-activated lights, waiting for Professor Gou to finish reading.

Wan Changsheng was hesitating to get out of the garage and drive the old man back, after all, walking one or two hundred meters to the side of the road like this was a little tiring for the old man, and it could be seen that he was already very tired.

Professor Gou said, "When I came in, I saw some restaurants on the side of the road, and they had two drinks with me. ”

Now Wan Changsheng had no choice but to go to the office to get a bottle of good wine first.

But when I came out, I heard Professor Gou asking for leave in a soft voice: "That's right, I'll have dinner with Changsheng and say a few words, but I can't ...... Drink more, and it's not socializing, you still don't worry about him? ”

In the end, he handed the mobile phone to Wan Changsheng in a sneering manner: "Your Aunt Guan wants to tell you two words." ”

Wan Changsheng couldn't help laughing, and listened to the old lady repeatedly emphasize on the phone, don't let the old man drink too much, don't eat hot pot, don't eat offal, try to be lighter......

By this time, he hadn't realized the meaning of the meal.