When I entered the campus, thinking that there were still a lot of materials that I hadn't checked, and thinking that the studio was lonely, Lu An, who had walked halfway along the path, retreated back and went to the library instead.

After entering November, the weather in Jinling is getting colder and colder, but I don't know if it will snow in this place? If you go to the Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge and the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum on a snowy day, it is extremely beautiful.

Halfway through, Lu An saw Liu Lele and Liu Jiaquan from afar, the two seemed to be in conflict, Liu Lele kicked Liu Jiaquan several times in a row, Liu Jiaquan, who has always regarded himself as a big brother in the dormitory, was not angry, even coaxed and hugged, and finally pulled Liu Lele away.

Seeing this scene, he suddenly remembered Sun Long's words, a man who is in love usually has only half of his brain, and half of his brain is in the crotch of a woman's pants.

There are as many people in the library as there is a vegetable market, the only difference is that it is very quiet, and there is also a difference that there are no old men and aunts, and there are not a few young men and girls who catch each other and walk together.

Looking up on the first floor, Lu An had a bad taste, which big beauty will he meet today?

Chen Mai?

Or Su Mi?

Anyway, I won't meet Huang Ting, this girl is outside.

Speaking of Huang Ting, Lu An subconsciously raised his right arm to take a look, and suddenly became envious, his mother's self is still like jade, this thing has already been opened, it is really shit that can't be stopped.

Ay.

When he is lonely, he usually likes to entertain himself with Ah Q's spirit, so that the whole person is much more comfortable and energetic.

I found the book I wanted in the reading room, and then walked around the seating area, and found that it was overcrowded and there was no seat at all.

I didn't meet a single acquaintance, I didn't have a person to keep me, Lu An, who was so much in his heart, left the 302 reading room, and then walked to the study room, there were more people here, and the search for 5 rows in a row was fruitless, and the others were about to faint.

Acquaintances have met several, some in the class, and some in the next class, but there are no vacancies around him, just when he is impatient and about to leave, a hand suddenly appears in his sight, not tall, half raised on his chest, but the owner of the hand is calling him silently.

Separated by two rows, Li Mengsu smiled and beckoned him to come over, there was a seat.

didn't think much about it, at this moment, Lu An was like meeting an oasis in the desert, his eyes were so bright that he panicked, and he suddenly skewered in front of others.

It's just that before she had time to sit down, Lu An was slightly stunned, she didn't pay attention to it just now, she didn't think that Su Mi was there, at this time she and Lu quietly glanced at each other, and then lowered her head and continued to read the book and do the question, treating him as if he were air.

Li Mengsu took the bag on his right hand and beckoned him to sit down.

Lu An lowered his voice and thanked him: "The seat is so tight, it makes me dizzy, thank you." ”

Li Mengsu said: "Don't thank me, it's your luck, you just left a senior sister." ”

Lu An looked around, "Why just the two of you?" What about them? ”

Li Mengsu told him: "Runrun and Xiuxiu are in the small study room next door, and Yingying and Yating go to the classroom. ”

"It's a bit cold in the classroom. ”

Li Mengsu echoed: "Yes, we went there once before, and our fingers were so cold that we couldn't hold the pen." ”

Later, she asked, "Do you often go to the library?" ”

Lu An looked at the black head and said truthfully: "I often come here, but I usually leave after borrowing books." ”

Li Mengsu asked, "Is there no seat?" ”

Lu An snorted: "It's too difficult, this seat is rarer than gold." ”

Thinking of the picture of him and Huang Ting eating alone in the restaurant, Li Mengsu inexplicably felt a sense of urgency, and after hesitating for a moment, his heart was crossed, and he mustered up the courage to say tentatively:

"Su Mi and I usually came early, if you need it, I can help you occupy a seat."

Hearing this, Su Mi, who was doing a question next to him, couldn't help but glance at his best friend, and then glanced at Lu An vaguely.

Lu An stared at her eyes, saw that she was clear, thought that she was thinking too much, and said hello at the moment.

"Uh-huh.!"

Suddenly, a girl on the other side of the table made a long sound, Lu An and Li Mengsu looked at each other, and immediately stopped talking.

The voice of the voice is so quiet, I didn't expect it to disturb others, it's really a sin.

For the next two hours or so, Lu An was quietly reading books and looking for information, but the rain outside had not stopped, and suddenly, just as he looked up to rest, a thought suddenly popped into his mind:

If you use oracle bone brushstrokes, open composition, the distribution of pictorial elements in Chinese landscape painting, and the artistic conception of time and space created by yourself, can you paint the rain?

Can you draw the winter in Jinling?

Is it possible to draw the natural world?

With the thoughts, his mind suddenly became unstable, surging, surging, and the whole person seemed to have a flame burning

Looking out the window, at the light and shadow and the rain curtain in the black, he was so inspired that he even planned the names of three oil paintings in advance: "Night Rain", "Winter in Jinling" and "Ode to Nature".

His gaze could not be taken away from the night outside the window, and another idea was born in his mind, using black and white pure colors, oracle bone brushstrokes, and non-figurative expressions to show the original landscape wonders of the soul.

What is the name of the painting?

What's the name of this fourth picture?

The heart-wrenching Lu An was momentarily stuck, and he felt that the fourth idea was unprecedented, and if he could create it, its influence would definitely surpass that of "Eternity".

Is that the name...?

He didn't know what name to use to define it, and he felt that a specific name could not define it.

Why not "Untitled"?

"Untitled" together, his mind suddenly opened up, and the lightning outside shone in the black rain curtain, like a ray of hope, whew! It's fucking incredible.

Lu An's strange appearance, Li Mengsu found out at the first time, and slowly Su Mi also found out, the two women looked at each other, very confused, Lu An looked out the window in a daze?

What kind of stay can make him serve for half an hour?

Why are you in a daze, with a smirk on your face?

Following his line of sight, Su Mi and Li Mengsu pondered for a long time in the dark night, but the result was that their necks were sore, and they didn't see anything famous.

Li Mengsu wanted to stretch out his hand to wake him up, but when his hand reached halfway, he shrank back again, and wrote a note to his girlfriend: What's the matter with him? Could there be something wrong with the body?

Su Mi pondered for a while and wrote: It shouldn't be a problem, but it seems to have thought of something of interest.

Su Mi was able to make this judgment because his grandfather at home loved painting and calligraphy collections, and he stood at the table several times and looked at the "calligraphy and painting" of some famous artists for a long time, and was full of praise, which was very similar to Lu An's current situation.

After being reminded by his best friend, Li Mengsu was stunned, and immediately thought of the newspaper and the mysterious identity of the "great painter".

After being stunned, she was glad that she didn't bother Lu An just now, otherwise let alone getting close to him, it is estimated that he would resent himself to death, right?

Li Mengsu wrote on the paper: Mimi, thank you.

Su Mi finished reading the note, and looked inexplicable. Then he glanced at Lu An, glanced at his girlfriend, lowered his head and continued to read.

I don't know how long it has been?

When the idea of the four paintings in his mind was completely finalized, Lu An suddenly woke up, and his whole person was as excited as if he had drunk honey.

Seeing that he got up to leave, Li Mengsu asked with concern: "Are you leaving?" ”

Luan nodded and left without saying a word.

Seeing him leave, watching his back disappear at the door, Li Mengsu was so depressed, she finally looked forward to him once, and she didn't have the opportunity to get along with him, she didn't have the heart to read all night, she was sleepwalking, she was racking her brains and thinking, she was trying her best to plan, how to speak after leaving the library?

How can the conversation be extended?

How can I keep him for a walk and a drink without embarrassment?

How about parting at the door of the dormitory?

She likes Lu An very much, and even has infinite hopes for the future, such as eating together, watching movies together, and holding hands.

Seeing that one was gone, and another was stupid, Su Miqiao smiled and patted her arm, packed up her books and left.

Seeing this, Li Mengsu followed out of the study room like a headless fly.

Outside, she looked at her watch and asked, "There are still 40 minutes to close, why are you leaving today?" ”

Su Mi walked ahead and said quietly, "I'm a little hungry." ”

"Hungry?"

Li Mengsu was surprised: "Didn't you eat dinner?" ”

Su Mi smiled knowingly, didn't explain, and didn't debunk the fact that her soul was lost.

Trotting all the way back to the studio, Lu An wiped his arms and face indiscriminately, and couldn't wait to get the easel and mix the paints to paint.

His first painting was his fourth oil painting, Untitled, which he considered the most important, but also the simplest in color.

The rainy night is black, and the sky is slightly gray under the lightning, and the whole painting is just these two colors.

In full of emotions, he is particularly comfortable today, coloring, occupying the brush, painting, repeating this action all night, he even saves the steps of thinking about painting on weekdays, and directly paints in one go until 4 o'clock in the morning.

After finishing the painting, Lu An straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the painting in front of him, his eyes, his face, and his bones were full of satisfaction.

My heart is very comfortable, I really want to be drunk like Li Bai and look up and laugh three times, it's so happy! He inadvertently completed another work that transcended the soul.

is comparable to "Eternity", perhaps more than "Eternity".

I was so excited, so excited that I needed to find someone to talk to, to vent and vent.

But look at the watch, look at the sky outside, it's not yet bright, who to go to?

There was no way, so Lu An had to grab the unfinished half bottle of beer on the table and take a sip of it, and then he didn't stop doing it, and began to paint the second painting "Night Rain" in one go.

He can play, and he is more serious than everyone else.

No, by accident until the afternoon of the next day, he hadn't noticed the change of time outside, and he didn't feel how hungry he was, but the whites of his eyes were oozing bloodshot, and he was still very energetic.

The studio was quiet, only the sound of paintbrushes, but it was almost a commotion outside.

Last night, the student council checked the bed, he didn't go back to the dormitory, and today the student council checks the morning self-study, and he wasn't there, and then there was no one in class all day.

The boys of 322 are going crazy and looking for Luan everywhere.

Jiang Wan called the BB machine three times, but did not get a reply, for personal safety reasons, she was ready to report to the hospital.

In the end, Huang Ting reminded, "You go to find Ye Run, maybe she knows." ”

"That's right, why am I so stupid, why didn't I think of Ye Run, I'll go find Ye Run now!" Meng Jianlin slapped his forehead, and then ran to the accounting class 1 of the opposite teaching building.

322 The others were also worried and wanted to go, but there was a teacher on the podium, and they all ran away, so they had to suppress their thoughts.

"Ye Run! Ye Run! ”

was so anxious that Meng Jianlin didn't care that Class 1 of Finance and Accounting was in class, so he stretched out his hand to open the door and shouted.

He regretted it just after shouting, and found out that the teacher in the class was the director.

it!

A row of floated through his mind.

Brush brush brush.

All the students of the Finance and Accounting Class 1, plus the director, all eyes were focused on him.

The director turned pale and asked seriously, "Which class are you from?" ”

Meng Jianlin snorted, thinking about it and running away, but he didn't dare, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Level 92 management class 2." ”

When it came to this class, the director's first reaction was the class leader Lu An, and then his face softened a little, and then asked, "You can't go to class, what's the matter with you?" ”

Meng Jianlin was silent this time, but in the end, he didn't resist the pressure of the director, and said, "Our squad leader is gone." ”

The director subconsciously asked, "Lu An?" ”

Meng Jianlin nodded.

Hearing this conversation, Ye Run, who was sitting in the third row, stood up suddenly.

Then, despite the presence of everyone, she hurried to the outside of the classroom and asked urgently, "When did he disappear?" ”

Meng Jianlin glanced at the director who came out, and didn't dare to lie: "I didn't see him yesterday, he didn't go back to the dormitory last night, and Huang Ting in our class said that he came back from outside the school at dinner time."

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Run had already left.

She first went back to the classroom and found the key in her bag, and then under the watchful eyes of the whole class, she forgot to say hello to the teacher, and ran all the way to the teacher's apartment.

Seeing Ye Run's move, the director also reacted, and after saying "You read the book by yourself" at the door of the classroom, he followed him to the teacher's apartment.

Seeing Meng Jianlin following, the director waved his hand: "Go back to class, the school will come forward if there is something, tell the students not to worry." ”

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