Happy times always pass very quickly, and the end of the semester is coming in a blink of an eye. In order to prepare for the final hand-in of the paintings, my roommate, who majored in oil painting, went out early and returned late every day, so that I was able to occupy the dormitory to myself, and occasionally let my thoughts wander in a daze while preparing for exams and completing assignments.

Since most of the classes at the Academy of Fine Arts were very interesting, I quickly adapted to university life. For example, the half-day sketching class every week allowed us to enjoy a lot of beautiful scenery on campus during the class, which is one of my favorite courses. In addition, there is an afternoon-long experience sharing class, which is also very popular with everyone. In the sharing class, the students in the class will gather together to discuss various painting techniques, show their recent proud works and collect various powerful painting materials. It is precisely because of the existence of this class that we can maintain a harmonious relationship with our classmates in the way of connection and affection unique to the watercolor painting major. It all started back to the first lesson of sharing ideas. On that day, a boy in the class showed us a tube of paint of a special color that his relatives had brought back to him from abroad. At that time, many students were extremely greedy for it, and they were eager to immediately dip a pen into the paper to see the effect. But considering that the tube of paint had not been opened, no one was embarrassed to make a sound.

At this moment, a girl in the class handed a delicate small box with a metallic luster to the boy, and said arrogantly: "Anyway, you can't use it up, just give me a milliliter." ”

Hearing this, several classmates silently took their small boxes, and asked the boy for paint with a smile. Unable to resist their praise, the boy smiled helplessly, and then squeezed the paint into their boxes one by one. Curious, I asked the girl to borrow the palm-sized box, and when I opened it, I found that the box was neatly lined up with a dozen smaller lattices. Several of the compartments were half-filled with paint, and the rest were empty. What needs to be said here is that watercolor pigments have a rich texture, and only a little bit can bring out a lot of pigments, especially those colors that are not commonly used, so that the amount of one grid is enough to be used until the world is old. At the same time, the peculiarities of watercolor pigments make it more expensive than other pigments. Therefore, it seems to us that it is very generous to be willing to give paint to others. What's more, the people who get the paint may not use it in painting, after all, there are many students in the class who love to collect paint.

"This is a sub-box, why don't you have one?" The girl looked at me with wide eyes, a hint of surprise in her tone.

"It's the first time I've seen a box like this...... It's so cute...... "I carefully returned the box to the girl, thinking that I would buy one online when I got my next month's salary.

"How could it not be?" With that, the girl rummaged in the depths of her drawer for a few moments, and then walked over to me. "Here, this is my idle sub-box, clean up the paint inside and use it."

I stared at the small enamel box in the girl's hand, hesitating whether to accept it. Although I haven't bought such a dispensing box, it's not that I don't know that enamel palette boxes can be expensive, let alone such a custom style.

Perhaps it was too long to wait, but the girl impatiently shoved the box into my hand and turned back to the boy. Later, we learned that they were in an ambiguous stage at that time, and those of us who didn't know about it had taken advantage of it by mistake. Since then, every time the class buys a new type of paint, they will buy an extra tube to share with other students. In less than half a semester, I had already harvested a box full of dispensed paints. Although they never cared about other people's gifts, I still felt guilty about receiving them. In the middle of the semester, my struggling life improved due to the income from my part-time job, so I hurriedly asked my sister to search for a tube of paint that had been discontinued, and brought it back to school with joy to distribute it to everyone. When the students who received the paint thanked me one after another, I finally realized that the happiness and satisfaction of sharing with others cannot be exchanged for a whole box of paint. Looking back on how I got along with everyone during this time, even though many people have never shown even the slightest idea of being strong and arrogant to restrain themselves, and friction between classmates has occurred from time to time, but so far there has not been any contradiction that cannot be solved by eating, drinking, talking and laughing in the experience sharing class. Every time I think about it, I can't help but feel the power of friendship.

There is a lot of free time in college, and in my major, for example, there is no class schedule for one and a half days a week. I was able to take advantage of this free time to complete my part-time job. In view of the large number of valuables in my sister's tutor's house, in order to avoid any mistakes, every time I go to the door to clean, there will always be a tutor's student on site to supervise. That being said, at best, they just sat on the couch and played on their phones and watched TV series, without any pressure on me. I thought things would go smoothly, but one afternoon at the end of September, I met my mentors unexpectedly. The reason was that the senior sister who supervised the work that day was negligent and forgot that her mentor would rest at home in the last week of every month, so it would lead to the embarrassing situation that day. Although we met the people we didn't want to meet, we didn't want to walk away. So, under the noses of the famous artists, I took the plunge and started the cleaning work. Fortunately, the senior sister who accompanied me was clever and tried to distract her mentor from time to time, otherwise, I would have behaved more hurriedly without trembling for a second. It took more than twice as much time and effort as usual, and I managed to clean the whole house. Unfortunately, by the standards of a great artist who can't tolerate a speck of dust in his eyes, the quality of my work is still not up to the passing level. Listening to her harsh comments on the various steps and even actions in my cleaning process, I tasted the taste of the heart in the mouth of my senior sister. However, it doesn't necessarily end badly. After a few face-splitting meals, I was finally able to leave.

Before parting, the artist stared at me and said earnestly, "Young man, don't be reluctant to spend your time. If you can't do it well in one hour, it will take two hours, and if you can't do it again, it will take three hours, and you can always do it well. ”

I nodded timidly, and then left in a low voice of comfort from my senior sister. When I got back to the dormitory, I received a message from the senior sister. Saying that she wanted to apologize to me, she and her classmates unanimously decided to give me a raise, the only condition being that I do what their mentor asked. Then, my sister sent me a long message. At this time, I was able to understand why Senior Sister was able to win the favor of her mentor. It turned out that when her mentor gave me all-round guidance on my work, the senior sister standing by the side had silently recorded her words, and it didn't take long for this complicated record to be compiled into a long list for me to check and implement. Even though I know that most of the reason they gave me a raise was that I promised to spend more time and more effort serving their mentor and trying to satisfy her, I was still grateful for it. After all, I knew that they could have fired me and replaced me with someone more competent, but they didn't. Know that no one is obligated to be nice to you except your parents.

Speaking of my parents, I have had very little correspondence with them since I went to college. They didn't seem to be interested in my college life at all, they didn't even bother with me never coming home on the weekends, and I didn't have much to say to them. On the day I got my second pay, I sent them a message telling them about my part-time job. I thought I could get a few words of praise and encouragement from them, but their reply was that I should not spend money indiscriminately, and it was better to save money on tuition. I wiped the tears from my eyes and remembered that someone said that understanding parents is a lifelong issue for children. He must forgive his parents for their material powerlessness and cannot hold the cause accountable. He must forgive his parents for their emotional ignorance and not feel aggrieved. In short, there are parents in the world, and nothing else is worth mentioning compared to their nurturing grace. As my parents said, their only responsibility is for me to be fed and clothed, and nothing else they have to think about, they can rightly refuse to give. In life, there are many people and things that we can't choose, and our parents are one of them, but fortunately, we can choose the rest.