Under the pressure of such an atmosphere, the tutors were certainly not in the mood to celebrate Christmas Eve, so they toasted to celebrate this brief gathering as warmly as possible, and hurried back to the dormitory to do some more practice.

But Du Wen still asked Wan Changsheng to go with her to the pedestrian street next to her, just as a walk after dinner.

Wan Changsheng agreed.

Because Du Wen has been so diligent that he has been surprised by his diligence in the past half a month, he is always holding a tome in his study, although he is not required to be able to remember his mind, nor is it a forced memory point of time and era, but he can't confuse the three masterpieces of the Renaissance with the three masters of post-impressionism, and he can't even recognize Monet's works and Picasso's famous paintings.

Fortunately, Du Wen is a person who really likes painting and has a talent for color, and this kind of cramming to supplement knowledge points with a quick reading tome is not painful.

But it's too much.

Even on the bus to the pedestrian street, she still held the book "The Power of Art".

Can't get a taxi, the nervous and crazy state of preparation for the exam is limited to cram students, even if there are tens of thousands of art cram students who begin to gather around Shumei, but for a large number of middle schools and colleges and young people around, Christmas Eve is indeed a day worth carnival, so all kinds of transportation are crowded.

Du Wen didn't say to go back to drive, feeling that the purpose of her getting the car here was to return to his hometown with Wan Changsheng to see his mother, and then it was useless to throw it in the community parking lot, allowing the parking fee to accumulate over time.

The bus was also crowded, and it was all up to Wan Changsheng's strong body to move out some space, allowing Du Wen to lean against the wall of the box.

In the noise of laughter and noise, she held most of her tome to her chest with both hands, and the eyes on the mask showed a quiet smile that did not match the surroundings, and Wan Changsheng was not used to grabbing the handle, shaking or being squeezed a little helplessly in the traffic of the vehicle.

She laughed even more.

Wan Changsheng let her go, because he knew that in the past two days, Du Wen was going to leave for Pingjing to participate in the interview, and it would definitely be a lie to say that Wan Changsheng had no ripples in his heart, but he himself had never experienced what this faint emotion was.

It's even a bit of a novelty in the secret self-analysis.

A calm farewell as a friend is.

When you get to the pedestrian street commercial center, you don't have to squeeze from the front door to the back to get off, you have to get down, Wan Changsheng was surprised by the crowded atmosphere of the pedestrian street.

This is a kind of crowd that is not quite the same as the temple fair of Guanyin Temple, everyone does not have gods and Buddhas to meet, and there is no program of burning incense and asking for signs, it is pure fun, I feel that so many people are crowded together to be very happy, and the surrounding commercial plaza shopping center building, occasionally what celebrates Christmas and Christmas Eve pictures can lead to pieces of laughter and discussion.

The vast majority of young people in their teens are the main force, and the energy that has nowhere to vent is combined with the unique desire to get attention and show off at this age, let them play everywhere.

From time to time, the crowd will shout and dodge because of their rampage.

As soon as she got out of the car, Du Wen bought a hairband with red sharp corners in the hands of a roadside vendor and put it on, even if the mask covered her face, she could reveal playful beauty with just a pair of eyes, especially when she turned on the switch on the hoop to make the red sharp corners light up, the surrounding crowd who were already looking left and right would involuntarily notice this girl, she was so good-looking.

Wan Changsheng didn't look at it, he was tall, straightened his back and watched this grand occasion as far as possible, thinking about how to draw it if he had to show the scene of so many people.

The most famous scene in the history of Chinese painting is the "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival", hundreds of thousands of characters really opened the historical picture scroll, showing the whole fiery social life at the same time, vividly showing the life of the little people in every corner, compared with the big scenes of Western painting that Wan Changsheng has seen so far, most of them highlight the most central characters, which is not the same as the way of scattered focus of Chinese painting.

Well, at this moment when young men and women come to Christmas Eve with romantic thoughts, Wan Changsheng has this in mind.

Fortunately, when there was a sudden noise and chaos next to him, he could still subconsciously hold the hand of the girl next to him and let Du Wen hide behind him, and then the panicked flow of people impacted, and when he came to him, it was like meeting a mainstay, standing still, Wan Changsheng even had the strength to reach out to support a young man who almost fell, but Du Wen's hand never let go, tightly wrapped around and leaned on his back.

Unlike other people standing on this lively pedestrian street to pass the time, even such time is extremely precious, only standing for more than ten minutes, Du Wen took Wan Changsheng's hand: "Go back, take a picture and go back." ”

This time, she didn't find anyone to take pictures, Du Wen took two group photos with her mobile phone, and asked Wan Changsheng to raise a high point to take pictures of so many people in the background in the same frame.

The two of them slowly squeezed out against the chaotic crowd, and Wan Changsheng naturally had a reason to clench the warm and soft hand.

He told himself that it was because there were too many people and he didn't want to leave, so he held it firmly.

Du Wen bowed her head and said nothing, and the red Halloween little devil's pointed horn headband was flashing.

The station has been suspended due to the flow of people, and taxis, hitchhikers, etc., obviously cannot get close to this kind of core area, and in this kind of scene, there are many people queuing up for cars.

Coincidentally, both of them chose to walk back.

Anyway, it's less than two kilometers away from one stop.

It's amazing that I didn't say anything, didn't pause, silently walked past the bus stop and taxi entrance where many people were standing, and walked into the shade of the roadside where the number of people became more and more scarce.

Du Wen even slowed down.

Street lights are scarce and only shine on the road, and the lush roadside trees create a dimly lit sidewalk at night that is uncomfortable for single women.

So Wan Changsheng also felt that he had a reason to clench that hand.

The noise gradually faded away from the ears, leaving only the silence of the winter night, and the lights passing by from time to time seemed to become the scenery on the stage.

The two of them feel like they're walking in a TV series.

didn't say a word, but didn't feel embarrassed, and even had a tacit understanding.

Wan Changsheng squinted a little, feeling a little dizzy as if he had drunk a glass of good wine.

Du Wen's eyes became brighter and brighter, as bright as a cat at night, and even more contrasted with the red light on the sharp corners.

But the feet are all brisk, so brisk that the distance of a kilometer or two is as if it is over in an instant!

When she walked to the bright intersection of the familiar neighborhood restaurant, Du Wen looked back in disbelief, and then took out her mobile phone to take a photo.

Wan Changsheng breathed a deep sigh of relief, feeling that the Rouyi that was withdrawn gave him great temptation, and he didn't know when the book "The Power of Art" had been transferred to his hands, just now it was like a dream.

Still silent, they returned to the apartment side by side.

Wan Changsheng hurriedly returned to his room and closed the door.

Du Wen stood at the entrance of the door, took a picture of the living room, and then sat on the sofa, her hands propped on her sides, her calves swayed, as if looking around easily, the simple easel on the balcony, the coffee table was full of similar paint tools, the TV that had never been turned on, and the small bones with big empty eyes, and finally the inevitable pencil shavings on the ground.

So Du Wen got up for the first time and found a broom, carefully cleaned the floor of the living room, and checked the kitchen by the way, the copy had already finished eating, and the rest of the refrigerator was the frozen food she bought and some maintenance cosmetics, and before they knew it, the two of them were already used to eating supper at home, cooking instant noodles or rice balls, dumplings and the like in the middle of the night, and there was still no problem.

Du Wen took a picture with her mobile phone again.

Maybe it was a little hot after labor, took off the high-waisted down jacket outside to take a bath, and after a long time of changing into a nightdress and then wrapped in warm pajamas, Du Wen, who came out, bit her lip and knocked on Wan Changsheng's door: "Have you slept?" ”

Wan Changsheng, who was sitting by the window, was a little flustered, hid the seal stone and carving knife in his hand under the pillow, and saw the mobile phone on the windowsill, the screen was obviously black, and he was still in a hurry to open and close the SMS interface.

On it is the text that Sun Erniang sent to her son since she returned to Jiangzhou last time: "Daughter-in-law is stupid, I am at ease, daughter-in-law is smart, you are at ease, daughter-in-law is too smart, we are both at ease." ”

Du Wen's voice was still gentle: "I opened the door myself?" ”

Wan Changsheng hurriedly simulated a vague nasal voice: "Huh? I slept ......"

So how can life never lie.