On her second night at school, Song Jiawen slept a little longer than the previous day, and didn't open her eyes until nearly seven o'clock in the morning.

When she got out of bed to wash, Liang Yujun also woke up.

She lay on the bed, looked lazily down, and asked, "Gaga, I see that your high school classmates call you that, it's nice and simple, can I call it that?" ”

She wanted to ask this last night.

Song Jiawen nodded, "Yes." ”

Liang Yujun was curious again, "But why is it the addition of addition?" Does it make any sense? ”

What's the point?

This name is not hers, and she didn't think to ask the reason, but once she heard Song Xiaoli from the fourth uncle's family talk to someone, it seemed that her classmates at school said that her name was nice and easy to remember, Song Xiaoli said disdainfully, "It's just a name to make up, do you really think it's her parents racking their brains to think about it?" ”

Song Xiaoli said that before "Song Jiawen" was born, Song Laosan and Xie Jingying thought they were sons, and their names were good, but they were born girls.

Xie Jingying didn't prepare the girl's name, so she directly changed the word "Xi" in the middle to "plus" on the basis of Song Xiwen's name, which means that there is another daughter in the family.

That's all, it doesn't make any sense.

Song Jiawen shook her head at Liang Yujun, then turned around and went directly into the bathroom to wash.

Thinking of his mother's previous speculation about Song Jiawen, Liang Yujun patted his mouth in annoyance, really, which pot is not opened and which pot is not opened, isn't it sad for no reason?

In order to make up for his mouthfulness just now, Liang Yujun decided to accompany Song Jiawen to the Academy of Fine Arts today, after all, he only went to the South Square yesterday and did not have time to go to the art gallery.

"Have a look at the art gallery today? Then let's take a casual stroll around the school, how about it? ”

Before Song Jiawen could answer, Ding Yuanyuan and Sha Yali took the lead in nodding and said, "I want it, I heard from my classmates in the dormitory next door last night that the paintings in the art gallery are very beautiful and worth visiting." She said that many paintings are classics, and there is a touching story behind them, and going to see a painting is equivalent to listening to a story, which is very moving. ”

Liang Yujun looked at Song Jiawen, obviously waiting for her reply.

Thinking of Jiang Yan's repeated advice last night, if she doesn't sketch to make money, she has nothing else to do, it doesn't matter where she goes.

And Zhu Jin wants to get acquainted with her roommate today for the next meal or something, so she shouldn't come to her for the time being.

The matter was decided, and the four girls packed up and hurried downstairs.

Today there are not as many people outside as yesterday, although the time for registration is three days, but basically will choose to go to school in the first two days to go through the procedures, parents stay for half a day or a day, to the 30th today, it has basically become an old student to return to school.

So the breakfast shop outside is crowded.

The four of them bought steamed buns and soy milk, and immediately went back to school to wait for the bus.

Luckily, the first bus to come over today was Mickey Mouse.

Ding Yuanyuan chewed a bun in her mouth, her cheeks bulged, stared at the head of Mickey Mouse at the head of the bus and said, "Do you have a feeling?" It was like we were going to kindergarten. ”

The other three girls all laughed, I have to say, the students of the Academy of Fine Arts are quite thoughtful, and the most rare thing is that the teachers of the school also follow them, I don't know if it is the last childlike fun in youth.

They arrived at the art gallery at eight o'clock today, just in time for the opening of the door, and there were not many people, so there was no need to crowd.

"Yo, a few juniors came early enough."

Because of the registration of new students, the school arranged for the juniors and seniors to be responsible for maintaining order and explaining in the gallery these days.

At this time, the person in charge of opening the door was a junior boy, with a medium build, a long face, and squinting eyes. When I laugh, there are basically only two lines left on the eyes on my face, and I can't see the eyeballs.

Song Jiawen thought to herself, does he have to keep a straight face when he paints?

"Wow, it's so big here."

Liang Yujun pointed to the right and said to the three people, "There is the Chinese Painting Museum, which displays all Chinese paintings and calligraphy, I have been in with my parents, and there are many paintings painted by Master Mu when he was young." Master Mu, do you know? became famous as a teenager, a leader in the domestic Chinese painting industry, but it is a pity that she has been abroad in the past few years, and only occasionally returns to Beijing University to give lectures, and there are few works, and it is very difficult for people outside to buy a painting from her. ”

Saying that, she sighed again, "My grandmother likes her paintings very much, and my father wants to buy one for her birthday, but I guess I can't find it." ”

After speaking, he asked the three of them, "Do you want to go to see Chinese paintings first?" ”

Song Jiawen shook her head first, "Let's start from the left." ”

The exhibition hall on the left is an oil painting, Song Jiawen took the lead in after speaking, and the other three followed.

The oil paintings came from the West, so the style of painting was bold and avant-garde, and these little girls blushed directly when they saw some body paintings, and quickly crossed over at a glance.

But after crossing it, I couldn't help but look back again.

Until I came to the innermost, what appeared in front of me was a very special painting of a man and a woman, lying on the grass, looking dying, as if she was dying soon.

The man knelt beside her, slightly sideways, holding a knife in his right hand, the edge of the knife was facing his left arm that was exposed by rolling up his sleeves, and bright red blood flowed out of his arm, infecting the knife and his right hand, which looked quite scary.

At this time, squinting eyes came over, pointed to the painting and explained to them, "There is a very touching love story behind this painting, the male protagonist of the painting is Professor Wu of our oil painting department, that year he took his wife to the mountain to collect wind and watch the sunrise, who knew that when he went down the mountain, his wife accidentally stepped on the air and fell off the cliff." Professor Wu struggled to find his wife in a mountain col, but because she broke her leg, he could not carry her up on his back. But if he went up to find someone himself, he was worried that his wife would be eaten by wild beasts below.

So the two could only stay where they were and wait for rescue, but they waited for many days without waiting for anyone, the two had already eaten up the water and food they brought, they were thirsty and hungry, and their wife's leg injury was getting worse and worse, and they couldn't do it.

In order to save his wife, Professor Wu secretly cut the flesh on his arm with a knife and fed it to her, and the blood that flowed out quenched her thirst. In this way, he persisted for another two days, and finally waited for rescue, but Professor Wu lost too much blood because he had cut the flesh for two days, and he had to wait until the rescuers arrived, only to close his eyes and faint, and almost didn't wake up. ”

After the four of them listened to the story, Ding Yuanyuan and Sha Yali, who had shallow eyes, couldn't help but have tears in their eyes, and when they were about to fall, a scolding suddenly sounded behind them-

"Luo squinted, you used your Wu Fengliu's fake story to deceive people, and fed your wife blood and meat, which wife? Du Temo has been divorced four times, married five times, and the eldest wife, second wife, and third wife have all gone to school several times to make trouble, and it's not shameful enough, isn't it?

Can you oil painting department have a face, and use this thing to deceive people every time, do you really think that others are stupid and can't hear the loopholes inside? ”

Two more to catch up!

One more in the afternoon.