It had been a while since I had that nightmare, but this night I dreamed of the pen pal's letter and the haunting pattern. So much so that I woke up in the morning and felt dizzy.

When I walked out of the apartment building, I looked at the cloudy sky, and my heart was filled with a layer of gloom.

Before I arrived at the school, I received a notice on my mobile phone to go to the downstairs of the cultural center to meet, but when I stepped into the school gate, the tutor sent a text message: Chang Yuan, come to my office.

As soon as I stepped into the tutor's office, I met the eyes behind the lenses and said that I was not surprised, but it was fake. The goodbye to Gu Xi was earlier than I expected, and it was just ...... Overnight.

Today he was dressed completely differently than last night, his eyes were hidden behind a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and he looked like a polite gentleman in a decent black suit with a light blue shirt underneath.

There were two people sitting on either side of him, a fair-skinned man in his forties and fifties, a fat man with a wide body and a fat body, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and black trousers; One is in his sixties wearing reading glasses, with deep wrinkles on his face, a slender figure with slightly dark skin, and a gray Tang suit. They are, Gu Xi is wearing reading glasses on the left hand side is my mentor, and the white fat man on the right hand hand is ...... Headmaster, the three of them were talking about something the moment I walked through the door.

I was surprised that the principal was still very enthusiastic in handing him a cigarette, and the tutor next to him was also laughing.

My eyes and Gu Xi's eyes met for only a moment, not only did I look away, he also turned his eyes, casually put down the cigarette handed by the principal, and seemed to listen carefully to the eager introduction of the principal beside him. When the tutor saw me enter the door, he cleared his throat and introduced, "Principal, Mr. Gu, this is what my students always wish. ”

The principal looked over and said with a smile: "I heard that your tutor often mentions you, saying that you are professional, not bad. ”

I am a little confused about the false praise of the president, the Department of Fine Arts is not a key department in Q University, and it is far less famous than the Department of Law and the Department of Electronic Engineering, so the president rarely comes to our department.

I saw that he got up after a few words of greeting, and as he got up, the mentor also stood up. Only Gu Xi sat on the sofa with a natural expression, lowered his eyes and picked up a cup of tea on the coffee table and sipped lightly.

No one seemed to think that Gu Xi's attitude was inappropriate, but the principal cautiously said to the tutor: "Director Zhang, this is a matter that belongs to your professional field, so I won't interfere much, and you will be responsible for arranging the project entrusted by Mr. Gu in our school." After the tutor held the reading glasses and nodded worriedly, the principal bent down enthusiastically and held Gu Xi's hand with both hands and said, "Mr. Gu, thank you for your strong support and trust in our school. There is another meeting on campus, so I won't delay your discussion. ”

To my surprise, Gu Xi would greet him with a smile until he saw the principal walk out the door.

The tutor didn't sit down again, turned around and said to me, "Chang Yuan, this is Mr. Gu." He has a research project that will borrow your expertise for two months as your semester project. I hope you will take it seriously and help Mr. Gu to complete it, and the school will vacate the top floor of the cultural center as your studio. ”

The instructor's tone was aggravated, and I was surprised by the message he was saying.

The cultural center represents the cultural and historical development and process of our century-old school, and the objects displayed in it are of great significance, such as the inscriptions of the founders, the photos and documents visited by the leaders. These may be open to the outside world, but the top floor is something that even those of us who are in school can't set foot on. It is said that it contains calligraphy, paintings and cultural relics from the Ming and Qing dynasties and even earlier.

The tutor said that the top floor should be vacated for me and Gu Xi as a studio, what a great honor.

I looked at Gu Xi in astonishment, only to see that his eyes were slightly lowered, and the corners of his mouth were shallow and curved, and he looked deep and dark, and I really couldn't connect him with my art subject.