"Weiwei, Professor Wu's class in the afternoon, remember to help me occupy a front row", Jiaying changed into a water-blue puffy skirt, deliberately pulled the neckline low, revealing a snow-white collarbone, and a very thin pendant hung down from her slender neck, which made her even more skinny and radiant.

Wei Wei pursed her mouth, picked up a stack of textbooks on the table and muttered, "Professor Wu, Professor Wu, I don't know if you think you are going on a blind date with Professor Wu, every time you go to his class, you have to dress up and travel, and the perfume is so heavy, are you not afraid of smoking Professor Wu on the podium?"

"It's really smoked, then I'll just come to a beautiful woman to save the hero, hahaha", Jia Ying shook her hand, the eyebrow pencil in her hand rushed out of the end of her eyebrows and slipped out of a caterpillar, she also leaned out of the dormitory door and yelled at Weiwei's back, "Should I give Professor Wu a cardiopulmonary resuscitation?" Wei'er, I won't, damn it, I still have time to learn now, whoa, who's going to teach me?"

"This crazy!" Vivi smiled and ran downstairs.

The Double Ninth Festival has just passed, and the cold dew has not arrived. The wind and the sun are beautiful, and the blue sky is like water and soft clouds, pure white, light, floating in mid-air, different shapes, and simple and lovely.

In the afternoon, Professor Wu's "Introduction to Calligraphy and Painting Appraisal" arrived as scheduled under the bad intentions of some young girls.

In a huge classroom, the two classes of the freshman year are in class together, and there are more than 100 people. Outside the window, a large and stout plane tree, with its dense and luxuriant broad leaves, blocks the warm sunlight. In the classroom, scattered and broken points of light were scattered.

It is no wonder that Professor Wu, who will be excited by Jiaying's spring, wears the simplest white shirt with black cotton slacks, neat hair, and walks in with a sparse light. is a hundred times better looking than others, whether it is to describe the smile, or the temperament and demeanor, from ancient times to the present, Professor Wu is definitely an unforgettable existence in the crowd. It's really a mistake for life, a beautiful son in the turbid world.

As the youngest member of the China Artists Association, he has integrated Chinese and Western painting techniques and concepts, and has created a unique style and profound attainments. He is especially good at Chinese painting, landscapes, flowers and birds, and figures, which are easy to come by, quite interesting, and have a strong personal style, and are known as the most potential painters in the industry.

In Professor Wu's class, the first three rows of the classroom are full of female students with flowers and branches, fragrant and beautiful.

In this class, Professor Wu brought a landscape painting that he copied himself, "Yunyang Creek Hidden Map" for the Ming Dynasty. Professor Wu explained the characteristics, techniques and provenance of this painting.

Wei Wei sat under the lectern with Jiaying, and saw it more really, she carefully observed for a long time, the grass and trees in the painting were verdant, the distant mountains were cascading, the mist was filled, and the woman in a palace by the stream was taking pictures on the waterfront, and there were more groups of people not far away, standing or sitting, with different shapes, she couldn't help but sigh that Professor Wu's brushes were profound, which could be compared to the real and fake.

Wei Wei put her hand against the glasses on the bridge of her nose, her brain was hot in surprise, and she turned her head to Jiaying, who was still rushing next to her, and said, "Hey Jiaying, you said, if Professor Wu sells fake paintings in the future, he will probably earn more than this professor, right?"

"Knock knock", Professor Wu knocked on Weiwei's desk, "Bai Weiwei, it's up to you to tell me how you feel about this painting." ”

Wei Wei slowly got up, blushing slightly. Professor Wu had a hidden smile in his eyes, looking at the pouting female student in front of him, as if she was angry, but she felt inexplicably cute.

When Wei Wei slowly replied about her knowledge and opinions about the painting, Professor Wu's playful eyes at first were a little more appreciative, and he remembered this female student named "Bai Weiwei" who loved to pout.

Approaching the end of class, Jiaying was a demon, and she deducted Professor Wu's painting softly and hard, saying that she wanted to observe and appreciate it for two more days, "I hope that the professor will sympathize with the students' strong desire for knowledge, and let people look up to Professor Xiao Wu for two days, Professor Xiao Wu, okay, Professor Xiao Wu", looked up to Professor Wu's delicate and beautiful face, blinking her bright eyes, coquettish. Wei Wei listened to the cold war on the side, goosebumps and stubbles, thinking that Professor Wu's class must wear more in the future.

The painting was taken back, and when she returned to the dormitory, Jiaying threw it to Weiwei, holding her mobile phone and looking at the concave shape left and right in the mirror, "Hey, Wei'er, next time I see Professor Wu, which side of my face do you think I should use?" How many degrees should I give to this face to show my beauty perfectly? Well? ”

Wei Wei just opened the painting and looked at it, the more she looked at it, the more she felt inexplicably familiar, as if the pine path in the painting, she had walked through, the winding and clear stream, she had drunk, and the mist that surrounded the forest had wet several layers of light veil?

"This painting is taken from the mountain scenery of Yunyang, did my family take me here when I was a child? If I've been to a place in a painting, why don't I remember it? Why are some sporadic fragments that suddenly pop up in my mind when I see this painting today? The memory of Yunyang Mountain View seems to have been born suddenly, like someone else's story running into my mind, but it is so real that even the smell of the mountain can be recalled. Weiwei secretly speculated in her heart, but she couldn't figure it out.

Jia Ying sneaked out of the school in the evening self-study class, and Weiwei was happy to be alone, no one was noisy in her ears, and her homework was progressing rapidly.

The climate at night is still cold, the air is damp and cold, the thin clothes can't stop the wind and cold, under the street lamp, the towering magnolia figure is pulled out of the elder, Wei Wei stepped on the shadow of the magnolia tree and walked slowly in the direction of the bedroom.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Wei Wei suddenly felt that there was something behind her all the time, as if she was being peeped at, and the shadow under her feet was shaking in addition to her own, and there was another figure belonging to another "person" or "thing" moving, cautious, sneaky, sticking to Wei Wei's shadow.

She screamed in fright, and ran forward with her legs, her heart pounding to her throat, and she felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

When she ran to a crowded place, Wei Wei dared to stop, and when she turned around, she was frightened to find that she had unconsciously walked to the edge of the White Lotus Pond, which was surrounded by many trees and few street lights, and it was a quiet place during the day, but the road was slippery at night, but few students passed by. Thinking about the painting in his heart, he casually ran in.

Several other people in the dormitory had returned, and Jiaying had already laid on the bed with a mask on her face mask and snored.

Wei Wei couldn't sleep, she tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, in a trance, she came to a mountain, the leaves on the mountain are uneven, the flowers are blurred, the stream is sparkling, the birds are singing and insects are singing, and everything is shrouded in a gauzy mist, like a fairyland. Wei Wei suddenly felt a slight chill on her body, and sure enough, it was the mist that soaked the gauze on her body. Sayi? In her dream, Wei Wei was wearing an ancient costume Luo skirt, pure white translucent soft silk, looming inside, a seven-fold brocade long skirt with a light purple lotus embroidery pattern, long hair reaching the waist, only a crested hosta, pink dai was not applied, the skin was white and flawless, the red lips were not red, the eyes were shining, and the smile was smiling.

Wei Wei was confused, and suddenly an old man walked out on the left side of the mountain stone in front of her, a cyan large-sleeved robe, long to the feet, wearing a black leno square scarf, elegant temperament, calm and calm, and greeted him with a smile, "Welcome Guo Guifei Fengjia, Weichen has been waiting here for a long time." ”

Wei Wei was daring to be surprised, knowing clearly in her heart that this was a dream, and was about to ask the old man, when suddenly the bell rang in her ears, it turned out to be an alarm clock, and she was dragged back to reality.

"What a strange dream, Concubine Guo?" Wei Wei woke up in a daze, and at a glance she caught a glimpse of the painting "Yunyang Creek Hidden Picture" by Professor Wu next to the pillow!