But what's wrong?

Wan Changsheng was a little confused inside.

The best way to fight this confusing emotion is of course to devote yourself to your own creation.

Jia Huanhuan was not interested in the school where Wan Changsheng studied, and only cared about whether Brother Changsheng slept well and whether he ate well.

Girls are not allowed to enter and exit the boys' dormitory at the Academy of Fine Arts, so Wan Changsheng could only take Jia Huanhuan to visit his principal's office.

The office where the boss was once empty and tried to put on the boss's grand reception was now full of things.

A metal bar stool with a rotating table is a clay sculpture table. Wan Changsheng saw it in the sculpture department classroom and thought it was very good. He asked someone who made stainless steel doors and windows on the street to weld it. It was more convenient and easy to use than the wood in the sculpture department classroom.

There was still a lot of yellow mud piled on the half-stage between the four tripods.

Now, like the clay sculptures on the table, they are covered with plastic bags to prevent the moisture inside from evaporating.

There are several rows of two-story bookcases half a person tall against the wall. The waist-length height is to make the countertops piled up as workbenches for various brushes.

Before he was fiddling with the model, Wan Changsheng asked the office director to arrange customization during the military training. Now there are so many things, and he is still buying various professional books, which are piled up in a wide range of places. Even the coffee table, side table and desk are filled with various professional books. After Wan Changsheng opened online shopping, he almost all used to buy books.

Lao Cao was really the boss and left the Marshall Bluetooth speaker to Wan Changsheng, which was the only entertainment tool in this 20 to 30 square meters office.

This vast professional atmosphere can indeed make all students and parents feel a strong impact from entering, and there is no way to question the professional strength of this young school entrance examination candidate, and feel more at ease about the teaching quality here.

Even managers are so easy to learn, but can they make their children's learning worse?

So even after September, new students are still joining every day, even one or two a day can bring continuous tuition income.

For the teaching model of the big pot rice system, ten students also teach, hundreds of thousands of students, and one celebrity tutor is still leading the team, just increase the number of assistants.

Now that the economy is a little more abundant, Wan Changsheng immediately increased the hourly rewards to the assistants. He earned two or three hundred yuan for a long time, which is very good for college students.

But Jia Huanhuan would not be shocked by this environment, nor would he even touch Wan Changsheng's books and painting tools that seemed messy but actually piled up in his mind.

He jumped skillfully through it: "It's similar to your studio in Beilin, but it's just a wardrobe?"

Indeed, although Wan Changsheng didn't spend the night here after school started, his clothes and occasionally small blankets for lunch breaks could only be hung on the clothes hangers in the corner.

Jia Huanhuan sat on the sofa and started to pack up his folded clothes: "It's better to buy a bigger house. In addition to painting, you also have to rest and sleep. Sister Wen and I can make some food for you when we come here."

Wan Changsheng almost blurted out. What she would eat was all about relying on her strong desire to survive: "Don't mention her, okay? I have learned my lessons. Now I have never had any relationship with any girls anymore. I was wrong, really wrong!"

Jia Huanhuan apologized more than him: "Oh, okay, okay, I won't say it, I really think she's good. I often chat with her and ask for ideas, and I won't say it..."

Wan Changsheng is not avoiding: "Maybe she is older than you, and she has a broader horizon since childhood than we all, so I used to have a lot of talks with her, but it was just a friend relationship. She wanted to cross this boundary, so she couldn't accept it, so she cut off contact. I think this is the right way to deal with it. Besides, I have a lot of things that need to be busy now, and you also focus on your studies. If we live together in the future, she will find her life. OK?"

Jia Huanhuan slowly lowered her head and folded her clothes, and the office became quiet.

Wan Changsheng quickly sat down to coax his wife: "Okay, come here so far to see me, don't be unhappy about this, why don't we go out to watch a movie now? Go shopping?"

Huanhuan still shook her head slowly: "I know it's not good for her to rob you from me, but she is really good. I don't understand your affairs. She still taught me. She has never said bad things about me in your place. It's so beautiful..."

Wan Changsheng sighed: "It's wrong from the root, no matter how good it is, it's not right. We will be a couple in the future. She is destroying your family. You can't interact with her at this point."

After saying that, I felt that my tone was really like a kindergarten child who bewitched Huanhuan, so stop playing with Du Wen.

Jia Huanhuan slowly said: "But I think she is really good. The most important thing is that you like her, then I like her too. Grandpa also married his concubine..."

Wan Changsheng thought it would be better to use administrative means: "Okay, okay, I won't say it anymore. This is a mistake and illegal. Don't mention this anymore. Let's go out to play?"

Jia Huanhuan quietly curled her lips: "If you don't go, you're busy with yours, I'll pack my own things."

This is the norm for the couple at home. Wan Changsheng also needs to calm down quickly. He went to the main table to turn on a few enclosed lights and began to carefully draw and color his first sculpture model.

Jia Huanhuan folded her clothes and finished the tabletop. She leaned on the sofa and looked at the familiar figure, who was quiet and busy but extremely at ease.

He fell asleep in a short while.

After Wan Changsheng finished a stage, he quickly got up and spread his blanket to help Huanhuan lie down and sleep, and then turned off the headlights dimmed.

Sitting on the sofa next to me, looking at the girl under the blanket with nostalgia, I was stunned for a while, and made up some determination to go out. I first found a few sofa cushions for myself to make the floor, and then cut a half-open large format in a large office filled with various painting equipment, and then sat there to start drawing.

There is no need to draft any manuscript, and the scene of Jia Huanhuan standing on tiptoe under the stove is presented directly on the large drawing board.

Originally, this size was his best mural shape, but Wan Changsheng gave up the brushwork and lines of traditional Chinese paintings and used sketching techniques full of European classical styles.

Immersed in such a portrayal, the somewhat confused and chaotic mood naturally calmed down.

No longer bothered by that inexplicable emotion, or even enjoyed it.

At his speed, this painting of about one meter high quickly appeared on the paper.

He began to paint with the most water-pink pigments in the office with great enthusiasm.

To be precise, until now, color expression is not Wan Changsheng's strengths, and he is not very active in animation and color. Including the famous mural of No. 2 Middle School, it is all controlled by his strong sketching and portrayal skills, and the color relationship is entirely based on the tone set by Du Wen for him.

But at this moment, Wan Changsheng wanted to create this painting that was absorbed in his emotions.

The meaning of creation is that what you need to do is all your own freedom.

This is something Wan Changsheng had never experienced before. The murals in the temple, the stone sculptures in the stele forest, and even the seals in front of the Guanyin Temple were made in a fixed format, including when he came to the training class to be an art candidate, all the paintings were required and should not be changed at will.

It was because of the carving of the little Du Wen portrait that Wan Changsheng began to walk on the path of independent creation. When he saw Lao Tong's hearty oil painting splashing ink, his artistic thoughts were completely awakened.

The blackboard newspaper and the murals in the stadium all have the meaning of restricting their performance.

Only when you draw whatever you want in front of you, without the limitations of techniques, materials or even the final result, can you be called creation.

The reason why these artists advocate freedom is because they want to freely use their imagination and create works that they think are satisfactory.

At this moment, Wan Changsheng was also experiencing this, feeling it from the bottom of his heart.

Childhood sweethearts, no guesses for two young people.

For many days and nights, I stayed alone in front of the mural and in the stele forest, and the confused little figure was always with me.

It is a kind of deep affection connected by flesh and blood.
Chapter completed!