On Thursdays, there are no classes for 3 or 4 classes in the morning.

After 1 or 2 classes, Lu An, who was thinking about the landscape painting "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night", planned to go to the library to see if he could find relevant materials about Zhang Ruoxu in the Tang Dynasty?

Painting cannot be done casually, the brush must be filled with its own emotional color, in order to make the painting have a charm, in order to make the painting come alive.

"Lu An, Zhang Xiaoquan and Zhou Juan in the class have a dance rehearsal this morning, do you want to go over and have a look?"

Seeing that he got up to leave, Jiang Wan in the front row asked out in a timely manner.

Zhang Xiaoquan and Zhou Juan's double folk dance is the only survivor to survive to the end of the four programs in the class. Jiang Wan is very concerned as a member of the entertainment committee, and she has to accompany her on the spot every time she rehearses, even if she can't help anything, she will buy a bottle of water and refuel as much as she can!

When he mentioned this, Lu An felt very ashamed, and he was too thorough in his hands-off shopkeeper.

Seeing that he was very busy and seeing the hesitation in his heart, Zhou Juan jumped out and said understandingly:

"Brother, you go and go about your own business first, we have to rehearse tomorrow, and then we have time to come over and take a look, my little waist with Xiaoquan is very thin."

Everyone couldn't help but laugh when they heard it, and they were all happy.

Hearing this, Lu An nodded, not pretentious: "Okay, I'll come over tomorrow when I have time." ”

After seeing Lu An go down the stairs and leave, the people of 322 and 317 followed Zhou Juan and Zhang Xiaoquan to the training venue.

There are nothing fashionable these days, and the folk dance is very ornamental in their eyes.

…

The other side.

Although it came early, there were more people in the library than expected.

The library is very large, and there is a new book corner, an exhibition center, a periodical reading area, and a classic book lending area on the first floor.

I walked through the first floor and found that it did not meet my requirements, so I went up to the second floor.

On the second floor, there is a reading room for periodicals and Wu Jianxiong Library. Lu An looked around, and said that the damn thing is too big, it's really troublesome to find something, could it be that the historical materials he is looking for are recorded on the third floor?

Thinking like this, Lu An unknowingly arrived at the door of 302 on the third floor.

Before he came, he had heard someone mention that there were hundreds of thousands of books in the liberal arts lending room, and the things he was looking for should be in them, right?

Gate 302 was the only entrance, and when Lu An walked through, he was immediately overwhelmed by the rows of heavy bookshelves inside.

Ooh! There are a lot of books in the collection, and it seems that there are hundreds of thousands of them.

Walking inside, Luan followed the instructions to find the historic district.

There are no bookshelves in the first row.

In the second row of bookshelves, a series of books from the Tang Dynasty were found.

Finally, with an eyebrow, Lu An turned to the third row of bookshelves with a happy mood.

It's just that...

It was only when his right foot stepped into the alley that Lu An stopped, and his whole body froze in place like a lightning strike.

Suddenly looking at the figure between the rows of books, his little heart was pounding so hard that if he hadn't endured it, he would have jumped out of his mouth.

It's a feeling I haven't seen in years, and I have to go back to the last time

Lu Ann couldn't remember the exact date.

At this time, there was a girl with long black hair and a natural temperament in the center of the alley slowly flipping through a book.

The height is average, about 164 to 165.

A brown woolen fluff coat, draped lazily over her, looks very casual, like a darling of nature, fits perfectly with the entire row of bookshelves, without a trace of disobedience.

Aside from the best looks, what attracts Lu An the most is the temperament of the other party, pure and simple, clean without a trace of impurities.

At first glance at this girl, Lu Andi intuitively felt that she had something in common with Yu Guanzhi in temperament. But at a second glance, I felt that the two people were completely different.

I searched my mind for the right adjectives, and finally I came up with two words: extravagant, bookish.

Right!

It is the luxury and the purity of the book.

This is what the girl in front of her and Yu Guanzhi have in common.

It's not simple, these two mysterious things appear in a person at the same time, which shows that his family education is very good, otherwise he can't develop such a temperament at a young age.

The girl was still looking down and turning the page, unaware that a man was looking at her from 5 meters away.

At one point, the girl who had broken away from the book seemed to feel something, her fingers faltered on the edge of the page, and then she raised her head.

Caught off guard, Lu An didn't have time to dodge.

Say a sin in your heart, it's always bad and rude to stare at people like this.

But the girl's eyes seemed to be full of strange charm, and he forgot to look away for a moment.

When you look down and can't see your eyes, you only feel that the other party has an indescribable beauty; But when she raised her eyes, Lu An felt her gaze pass through her pupils to her heart, and almost instantly, all her emotions were smoothed out.

Two seconds later, the girl quietly took the initiative to look away.

She quietly put the book back on the shelf, then turned and walked in the other direction of the alley with light steps.

until it disappears

The person was gone, and Lu An came back to his senses, he couldn't help but pat himself on the forehead, what the hell are you doing?

It's not that I haven't seen a woman before, looking for books, looking for books.

After some searching, Lu An finally found the information he was looking for.

Zhang Ruoxu, a native of Yangzhou, was a poet of the Tang Dynasty.

He once served as a soldier in Gunzhou, and He Zhizhang, Zhang Xu, and Rong were called "Wuzhong Four Scholars", "Spring River Flower Moon Night" is its representative work, known as the pioneering work of Tang poetry, and enjoys the name of "one word presses two songs, and a single article covers the whole Tang Dynasty".

The historical records are very detailed, which makes him very happy. In his opinion, only by understanding the creative background of an author can we understand the emotions of the other party's works, and Lu An can better substitute it and draw a satisfactory spiritual rhyme.

Zhang Ruoxu is not an emperor after all, no matter how detailed the historical materials are, the length will not be very long, but Lu An was fascinated, and it was not until he finished reading half of the book that he realized that he had gone off topic.

Fortunately, it was not in vain, and his mind is now full of the delicate ideas of "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night".

Thinking about it, Lu An realized that he had found what he was looking for and couldn't stay any longer, so he immediately put the book back and walked in the direction of the exit.

But.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or how to drop?

When Lu An just walked out of the alley, the girl he saw before also happened to walk out of the alley next door, and a row of bookshelves was not thick, so the two collided directly.

In other words, Lu An, who was full of landscape paintings, was a little slippery, rushing to the ground a little fast in a hurry, and knocked people over.

"Whoa."

The two books in the girl's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and her whole body was also bumped into the bookshelf by Lu An, and her weak body fell against the bookshelf, and finally fell to the ground with a bang.

"Are you alright?"

Luan was numb, and he scrambled to reach for her to help her up.

The girl may have fallen in pain, and after harshly stopping his hand from touching himself with his eyes, he turned over, stood up slowly with his hands on the ground, and then bent down to pick up two books and walked away silently.

The other party walked a little slowly, and his body seemed to be uncoordinated, thinking back to the tears in his quiet eyes just now, he was worried, it wouldn't be a bone, right?

didn't have time to think about it, Lu An followed and asked from behind, "Do you want to go to the hospital to have a look?" ”

The girl ignored her, slowly came to the door of 302, and then did not move.

Seeing the two of them standing in front of the table as if they had fallen into an evil spirit, the aunt who managed the reading room slapped back and forth between the two of them with strange eyes.

Then he asked, "Are you freshmen?" Present your library card and register the book to take it away. ”

The girl looked out the window and didn't make a sound.

Lu An was a little unconscious, smiled politely at her aunt, and left directly.

Hearing the sound of footsteps walking away, the girl glanced at his back, put the two books on the table, took out the library card from his pocket and handed it over.

People don't want to have anything to do with him, it doesn't affect Lu An's mood at all, at this moment he hums a small tune and rushes to the studio, he can't wait to finish the ten minutes of the road in one second, and finish the painting in the next second.

There is still no special preparation, the rice paper is spread out, the pen and ink are served, and it is dried directly.

The moon, the river, the lonely boat, the willows, the low thatched huts on the shore.

Today is different from the previous days, Lu An is full of inspiration, the brush is very confident in his hand, and all kinds of landscapes are handsome and elegant, all in one go, and they leap on the paper.

When the last stroke was finished, Lu An was completely relieved and looked at the painting with great satisfaction.

The emotions he wanted to express were all painted on paper, and Lu An felt that this landscape painting could enter the top three of his Chinese paintings.

Even the first is not unavoidable.

After staring at the work for about ten minutes, Lu An was still a little excited.

The excitement did not subside until the school horn sounded.

Raising his left wrist to take a look, he was dumbfounded, grandma was a bear, it was 5:30 in the afternoon, and the eighth class was over.

I accidentally missed 4 classes, and I missed all the afternoon classes, and I don't know if those teachers were named?

I don't know what the classmates will think of this class leader who took the lead in absenteeism?

But whatever, it's a good thing that he's finally completed the task today. With such thoughts, Lu An locked the door and went downstairs and rushed outside the school.

Call as soon as possible and call Yu Guanzhi.

"Luan?"

After the phone was connected, a glutinous voice came from there.

"It's me, Sister Yu, are you busy, didn't bother you?" Hearing that there was some noise on the other side of the phone, Lu An asked.

Yu Guanzhi said: "Fortunately, I'm in the restaurant." ”

Then she asked, "Have you had dinner?" ”

Lu An replied: "Not yet, I'm going to eat something to tell you, the landscape painting you want is already ready, how can I give it to you?" ”

Yu Guanzhi asked: "Just finished painting?" ”

Luan was right.

Yu Guanzhi sighed for a small meeting and told him: "I have something to do recently and can't leave for the time being, I will let Lu Qing go to your place to pick it up, what do you think?" ”

Lu Qing is the female driver.

Who takes it or not? Naturally, he had no opinion, and after the two parties agreed on the time, he quickly hung up the phone.

After spending most of the day in the studio, I was almost faint from hunger, and I had to eat quickly.

In order to be happy, Lu An did not go to the restaurant, but chose to eat cold noodles at a roadside stall.

"Huh? Master, you're here too. ”

PS: Ask for subscription! Ask for a commuter pass!

(I wonder if it's still night?) ）

Another: Zhou Juan is not a little eleven, she is just going to be used later.

(End of chapter)