In fact, the main thing is Wan Changsheng, who is good at giving people a little set in front of the Guanyin Temple, and suddenly found that he seemed to have fallen into a big set.

After nearly a month of getting along day and night, Wan Changsheng found that he was really a little used to Du Wen's existence.

This was clear in his different feelings during his three trips to the Academy of Fine Arts.

Obviously, Lao Cao could see his demeanor: "What's the matter, you quarreled with your little girlfriend?" ”

Wan Changsheng hurriedly cleaned up his expression: "No, no, she's really not my girlfriend, it's just that we are both transfer students, and we want to help each other improve quickly in such a short period of time, so we move out and share an apartment, I don't really care about other people's opinions, but neither I nor classmate Du are casual people." ”

Lao Cao actually smiled and hugged his shoulder across the street: "Aren't you a human being if you get up casually?" Hahaha. ”

There is no master at all, which makes Wan Changsheng choke, and he has to adapt to this atmosphere.

Maybe it was Lao Cao's temperament that took the lead, making it difficult for Wan Changsheng to have any feelings about the connections of these young and middle-aged people he met next.

Zhao Leilei was also there, and raised a glass with a smile: "What to drink?" Wine or beer? ”

Wan Changsheng hesitated: "Is there any liquor?" ”

In fact, I regret a little at this time, I should have brought the bottle of Wuliangye that I hadn't drunk half of it yet.

Four or five people laughed: "It's a little funny......"

Just as the old boy with slightly buck teeth opened the curtain and came in: "What are you happy about?" ”

Someone grabbed the words: "Baijiu, don't you have a few bottles of good liquor, this is Lao Cao's Xiao Wan, sit down and say drink liquor!" ”

Wan Changsheng hurriedly waved his hand: "I haven't drunk foreign wine, and I basically don't drink beer at home, only drink two glasses of liquor." ”

The old boy had an inch of his head, his wide-skinned face opened his mouth and his buck teeth, and he laughed before he made a sound, and then looked at Wan Changsheng and nodded: "It's very trendy, it's not like the feeling that Lei Lei came back to say." ”

Lao Cao smiled: "I have a huge and beautiful little girlfriend, so she naturally dresses trendy, but just now he explained to me that they are pure and ......"

The long voice made everyone laugh, the kind of joy that couldn't be supported, Lao Tong hurriedly touched the phone, probably to tell the nanny at home or who sent his bottle of old cellar over, hung up the phone with an indecent face: "Yes, yes, we must always face life with a pure heart, this is the primary premise......"

felt that such an inconspicuous little thing made the young and middle-aged people easily accept Wan Changsheng.

After the liquor came, only Lao Tong and Lao Cao drank with Wan Changsheng, and the others basically poured a glass of foreign wine, and a very small number of people drank beer directly with a bottle of beer with a strong street atmosphere.

Obviously, the amount of alcohol is not very good, and it will be a little drunk after a while.

The center of the topic is just a few words of ridicule of Wan Changsheng at the beginning, curious why his little girlfriend didn't come with him, and then spread the topic, from art genre to sketching perceptions, mocking a certain brazen person with stinky feet, and snickering at who was caught plagiarizing the work.

Before coming, Wan Changsheng's hesitation actually thought that this was entertainment.

Just like at home, Jia Huanhuan mentioned that her father was often drunk and drunk when he was doing business outside, and Wan Changsheng instinctively resented this kind of time-wasting drinking.

The main thing is that they are disgusted with drinking for what benefit.

So Du Wen asked him to manage his contacts, and he was also a little resistant.

But in fact, unconsciously he still came according to Du Wen's request.

Wan Changsheng has never been a stubborn guy, as long as it doesn't involve the bottom line of principles, he is dispensable most of the time, just follow his little otaku's thoughts.

I didn't expect it to be this feeling.

Including this bar feel.

It's not at all the messy place he imagined that there was a young lady who wore very little, it was full of literary atmosphere.

And everyone sitting here just calls each other Xiao Wan and Lao Cao, just like a screen name, they don't have a job background at all, it's just a light nonsense.

Isn't this the kind of wanton, hearty, crazy, and complacent spiritual world that the ancient literati most admired?

No one touted Wan Changsheng, but he wouldn't ignore him, whoever caught a glimpse of him would come and go, and then the only thing that touched the topic was that someone mentioned that he was a little crazy recently, I don't know why.

Several other people snickered and pointed at Wan Changsheng: "Didn't you say that he has a very beautiful little girlfriend?" ”

The one who mentioned this immediately opened his mouth wide, then gave himself two mouths, raised the wine bottle to Wan Changsheng: "I said something wrong, Brother Wan, go one!" ”

Except for this topic, Wan Changsheng felt that all the other times were very comfortable!

When you're at home, where can you find a bunch of such crazy scholars?

It's not for any interests, it's just that they can talk to each other, they can express their opinions as they like, and there are people who refute, discuss, and argue.

Wan Changsheng, who was curled up in the forest of steles alone, felt so much, and was all held in his stomach, his grandfather was already old, and he couldn't talk with his beloved grandson for a long time, Wan Changsheng was actually very lonely.

It's a kind of spiritual loneliness.

So he and Du Wen have a feeling that they have been friends for a long time.

But compared to the bunch of men in front of him, that's scum!

Hasn't anyone said that, aside from the shivering for a few seconds, men actually prefer to play with men by nature.

Zhao Leilei, who was a little shy when chatting, the open-minded old Cao, the old boy who liked to talk the most, and the greasy beer uncle who looked like a catfish and had to tie a ponytail, anyway, they were all knowledgeable and spoke well, so that Wan Changsheng, who was wearing a bright yellow down jacket, soon involuntarily put his hands on each other's sleeves, except for asking him to drink, he kept this guy smirking with his back and listening attentively to every sentence.

This is a character he has never met when he set up a stall in front of the Guanyin Temple.

There is a kind of walking in the desert for a long time, and I met the hearty spring of sweetness.

So the kind of willing expression on his face, the big brothers and uncles can see it.

I didn't regard him as a layman who had not yet been admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, saying that he was drinking and chatting here almost every day, similar to a salon, it didn't matter who went abroad on a business trip, he would come and sit when he was free.

So unconsciously, Wan Changsheng actually divided the bottle of two or three thousand yuan of the old cellar with Lao Cao and Lao Tong, and I don't know who went to settle the account, and then everyone scattered at eleven or twelve o'clock.

Lao Cao didn't care about Wan Changsheng: "I still have to go back to the studio to paint some paintings, next time I call you to go to my studio to drink, it's okay to go back by yourself, right?" ”

Wan Changsheng respectfully bowed his hand: "No problem, thank you very much for taking me to meet so many interesting good friends, next time I will bring a bottle of wine to drink." ”

Lao Cao smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Let's talk about it after the exam, in fact, I want you to see, the Academy of Fine Arts can let you find like-minded friends, this is not a very profound place, but this is also a place full of pride, we have talent, not necessarily the kind of talent that is stable and stable, but there will still be no less brilliant brilliance of people like us in history, Wan Changsheng, men should open their horizons and minds, I drank a few glasses and may say some nonsense, and go!" ”

Wave your hand and turn around and leave.

Wan Changsheng was left, standing in the cold wind of early winter, and his heart was inexplicably a little hot.

In those war-torn eras, in addition to building a private school for several disciples to learn literature and arithmetic, Guanyin Temple has also sheltered a lot of literati and ink writers, and there are also academy talents when the literature and ink are at their peak, but slowly to the present, the business is getting bigger and bigger, there are more and more monks, but the literati are gradually withering to only one Wan Changsheng.

He thought that in this era, there were no literati and writers, and there was no such wanton bookishness.

I didn't expect to meet here.

So I stood in a daze for a while, walked across the street with my feet up, and walked into the gate of the Academy of Fine Arts opposite.

I came here two or three times before, but I didn't even walk in to visit the college environment I hoped to be admitted to, maybe Wan Changsheng's heart was not so hopeful at that time.

At this moment, he finally wanted to know more about this place.

But the first time he walked into this university campus, it was not the bright lights and the sound of books as he imagined, but a little gloomy and dim.

Wan Changsheng, who drank a little wine, of course, couldn't see the roadside scene that he could see during the day.

The scene that led to a completely different trajectory of his life.