On the first day of school, we can arrange the rest of the day, except for a few hours for attending the opening ceremony and reporting to the class. Considering that I would have plenty of time to visit the campus in the future, I decided to head straight to the auditorium after leaving my dorm. Different from the previous opening ceremonies that I attended, this opening ceremony was full of classical music, and the dull speeches were replaced by the display and introduction of well-known works of art by teachers and students, so that students could feel the power of art and firmly pursue art, which was unique. At the end of the ceremony, the President presented honorary certificates to the outstanding students of each college. At this time, I was surprised to find that in the queue of outstanding students, there were senior sisters and senior brothers. As the outstanding students stepped forward one by one to receive the awards, the auditorium resounded with applause one after another. Looking at the senior sister standing on the stage with a calm face, an inexplicable emotion suddenly appeared in my heart. Although they were less than 100 meters apart, my sister seemed to be far away from me and became strangers. I should have guessed that the sophomore who can represent the school to recruit students at colleges and universities is by no means an ordinary person, but my senior sister is too approachable and makes me mistakenly think that she is as ordinary as me. After the opening ceremony, I squeezed down the crowd to the exit of the auditorium. In the fog, I felt my phone vibrate. It turned out that my senior sister sent me the location and information, saying that she would invite me to dinner to celebrate my successful enrollment. At that moment, I was completely stunned. As far as I can remember, no one has ever celebrated anything for me, and I have never had the luxury of expecting ...... I don't know if I should accept this kindness, or if I am qualified to accept it...... After some hesitation, I finally made a decision. Perhaps it was all kinds of unbearable experiences in the past that caused me to forget that the criterion for choosing friends is never to choose the best and eliminate the inferior, and to use ability as the yardstick. I believe that just as I don't care if my sister is good or not, my sister also doesn't care if I'm ordinary. Since her kindness to me will not be withdrawn because she knows that I am not good enough, then how can I alienate her because of low self-esteem? I turned to look at my senior sister on the stage, and I couldn't help but think of Xingyuan. I suddenly said that the reason I admired them was not only because of their outstanding talents, but more importantly, because they were willing to pay attention to the helpless and weak, and did not hesitate to help them. And this precious quality is exactly what I aspire to. With a burst of fresh air, I was back in the sun, and my mood suddenly brightened. I finally realized what I wanted to be.

The campus was surprisingly large, and the signage and maps along the road were easy to understand, and with their guidance, I quickly found the teaching building of the Academy of Fine Arts. In the lobby of the teaching building, there is a group of orientation staff with red medals. They chatted and stared at the entrance of the school building, and whenever they saw a new student coming to report, they would rush up like a swarm, scrambling to show him the way. As a member of the new students, I naturally received such a warm welcome.

"Go away, let me come!"

"What's noisy, I'm not afraid of being embarrassed!"

"Ignore those barbarians, come, I'll take you to the classroom!"

Just as I was being dazed by this group of overly attentive brothers and sisters, a hand pulled me out of the crowd. "It's scattered, I recruited people, of course I should lead the way!"

I turned my head in surprise and found that my sister was holding my hand tightly, smiling very brightly.

Although I don't understand the reason why my sister is complacent, it seems from the way those brothers and sisters are depressed and say that they are willing to bow down, and the senior sister is really out of the limelight. I guess there was some strange game going on between them, and after bringing me to the classroom, my sister left in a hurry. Before leaving, she didn't forget to show off her success to my new classmates in the classroom, and then asked them to take good care of me. In this way, I was really embarrassed. Luckily, my new classmates didn't make fun of me. They took the initiative to exchange names and contact information with me, and their attitude was very friendly. As the new students joined one after another, the atmosphere of chatting became more and more lively. Unlike my previous classmates, who were cautious in their words and deeds, most of these future artists were bold, uninhibited, and straightforward in their speech, seemingly unafraid of offending people at all. They were surprisingly easy to get along with, so much so that I couldn't help but joke a few words even though I wasn't good at words. According to a classmate who has relatives who work at the university, watercolor painting has always been an unpopular major, and the average admission rate of the entrance examination has reached more than 90 percent, which means that as long as you don't submit a blank paper, you can basically be admitted. Originally, I was complacent that I was ranked 25th in the class, but when I learned that only 28 people applied for the watercolor major and all of them passed, I felt a little uncomfortable. And what made me laugh and cry the most was that the three classmates behind me all coincidentally encountered small twists and turns on the day of the exam. It turned out that the reason why I scored higher than theirs was because of all kinds of problems with their materials. If it weren't for the moldy watercolor paint, broken watercolor pen, degumming of watercolor paper, etc., which affected their normal performance, I am afraid that I would never have achieved better results than them. I listened silently as they used it as a joke and recounted their bad luck, as if they didn't mind their bottom ranks, but I was puzzled. It wasn't until much later that I understood what they were thinking: paintings were judged largely on subjective aesthetics, not on objective scores, and that only with enough confidence in one's own strength and talent could one look at less important scores so open-mindedly.

However, after knowing each other for two hours, this group of students with flamboyant personalities and chic styles have already signed the contract like friends who have been separated for many years. They were enthusiastically planning how to celebrate at noon, as if it were a matter of course. From their small talk, I learned that most of them are well-off, but they are more willing to show off their achievements and the awards they have won than to boast of a rich life. Different from the traditional impression of those indifferent and high-minded artists, they are young and vigorous, and they are inevitably good at competing with others. It's just that they compare pens, paper, and paints. However, that doesn't mean they would despise me, who only had entry-level materials. After all, they all agree that the hand that can draw is more important than anything else. I suddenly realized that they probably mistakenly thought that the reason why my sister recruited me to school was because she had a unique eye for my painting potential. Sooner or later, they will see that I am not a hidden master, so why should I bother to clarify?

After a lively lunch, everyone joined the class chat group and then left. That's when I realized that I was the only one in my class living on campus. As the voices around me dissipated, I couldn't help but feel a little lonely, but the thought of being able to learn painting with this group of interesting classmates on a cloudy day made my heart jump again. I don't know them well, but for some reason, I feel at ease when I'm with them. Perhaps, it was because I was convinced that even if they heard those rumors, they would just laugh it off and not exclude me or isolate me. The reason for my belief stems from my own experience, that is, from the moment I became a college student, I became more determined, rational, and mature than before, and I was not affected by the noise of the outside world.

The afternoon sun is just right, and the campus is warm and pleasant. Walking alone, I gradually became sleepy. When I walked to the central lake, I finally couldn't resist the attack of sleepiness, so I picked a big tree by the lake and sat down with my back to it. Looking at the couples holding hands by the lake, my heart welled up. I envy their happiness, but I have no intention of entering their world. I naturally believe in the existence of true love, for example, Xu Yinyao and Xingyuan. The problem is that true love, as I know, usually doesn't end well. At one point, I plucked up the courage to take a small step, hoping that maybe I would be lucky, but the outcome was still poignant. It's stupid to choke on food, but who can guarantee that if you keep trying, you'll succeed? Dealing with the rest of life is enough to make me anxious, but in such a situation, what qualifications do I have to think about the luxury of love?

When I woke up, it was already sunset. I rubbed my sleepy eyes, turned on the navigation of my phone, and went to the restaurant I had agreed with my sister. The restaurant was huge, with soft lighting, soft music, and a very warm atmosphere. The senior sister sat in a prominent position in the dining room, and there were two beautiful girls at the same table with her. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when I received a warm welcome from my sister and her friends, but fortunately, my sister didn't invite more people to dinner...... After all, I'm not very sociable, and I always feel awkward eating with strangers. Through my sister's introduction, I learned that two of her friends were my employers, and they offered me jobs to clean the house at their mentor's house. I had expected that a first-year college student like me, who had no art background, would not be able to find a part-time job related to my major, but I was still a little surprised to hear what they said.

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse, you only work a few hours a week, and the pay is very good." One of the girls grabbed my hand and pleaded softly.

Before I could respond, another girl grabbed my other hand and took over: "Our tutor loves to be clean, and he is not tired of cleaning at all. ”

"Yes, nothing else ...... except for a little stuffiness."

"Hey!"

Knowing that they had slipped out, they had no choice but to explain the reason to me. It turned out that their mentor was a well-known painter in China, and he had no time to deal with housework because he was busy with work. In order to share the worries of the tutor, and more importantly, to keep the tutor happy, they and several fellow tutors and sisters agreed to pool money and hire someone to do the work for them.

"It's not that we don't want to go in person, it's just that everyone is busy ......," they said, and they clenched their fists weakly and hid their delicate manicures.

"Our tutor is very demanding in all aspects and doesn't let people into her house easily, so we can only ask trusted students from the same school to help......"

"But...... I'm afraid I won't be able to do it well......" After listening to their words, I couldn't help but feel like quitting.

"Don't worry, we've got you covered, right?"

"Uh, yes! Come, you take this money, and in the future, you will pay the wages first and then work, and there will be additional rewards for doing a good job, and you will never be treated badly. How's that, we're funny, right? After saying that, she winked at her senior sister.

Looking at the new stack of banknotes in front of me, I didn't hesitate. In the case that my savings are not enough to support me for a month, this money is just enough to solve my urgent needs, not to mention, I have no better choice than that.

After a full meal, my sister and her friend thoughtfully walked me back to school and carried my luggage to the dormitory for me. The moment I opened the dormitory door, I was surprised to find that the dormitory was divided in half by a thick curtain. In this way, the two people who live in it have their own independent space. Maybe it's still early, and my roommate hasn't come back yet. After saying goodbye to my sisters, I began to pack my luggage. After a lot of work, I can finally lie comfortably in the soapy bed, reminiscing about the good things that happened today. I can't imagine that I can be so lucky, I can't imagine that things can go so smoothly, I can't imagine that life can be so hopeful. With anticipation, I said goodnight to my roommate who had just returned, and before I knew it, I fell asleep.