Wan Changsheng can have a clear conscience: "That is my agent partner, and my best friend and I. You should have seen my girlfriend, so I have no lover, nor do I have the intention of bringing my friends to such a vulgar relationship. Is it clear enough?"

Han Xiaomin emphasized: "Agent?"

Wan Changsheng learns and sells now: "Don't artists also have agents? Do you have a dean?"

Han Xiaomin did not care about the dean’s agent at this time: “I really don’t have a relationship with men and women? She is so beautiful…”

Wan Changsheng has a lesson in his past: "No, being loyal to love or family should be a virtue. My girlfriend and I have a good relationship, so I hope that if we can support and help each other at work, we must not go beyond this work boundary. Do you think there is any problem?"

He has tried his best to be serious.

But the city people, or art students, have different ideas. Han Xiaomin even curled his lips: "That little girl, that's a girlfriend, she's getting married and getting divorced."

Wan Changsheng, who walked out of the office building, was about to turn around and leave: "My attitude has been expressed very clearly. Put your heart in mind. If you have a boyfriend or husband, how would you feel when you see strangers?"

Han Xiaomin shrugged: "Everyone likes it after a beat, but it doesn't have to last forever, it depends on the feeling."

Wan Changsheng respects Xie Bumin: "Okay, respect your different views on emotions. Goodbye, I will also go to the sculpture department to work on my works."

Han Xiaomin has a killer move: "I think your foreign apprentice is OK, don't give the bald boy a completely deviant."

Wan Changsheng immediately stopped: "What do you say?"

Han Xiaomin also pissed off: "I will sort out the lesson plan, where do you think I will put the office?"

Wan Changsheng thought: "The office area has a limited office, but there are many teaching areas. You just have to take a few more steps from the station. You can discuss with the office director or Huang Min, who is a sophomore decoration."

Han Xiaomin means: "I know I can't transfer those of you from the big beauty clubs. I'd better develop personnel from the student union. I also put my office in the fitness center. How about it?"

Wan Changsheng was half-believing and half-doubted: "Don't do these tricks. I'm limited in energy and won't run around. Hurry up the time. I really feel so busy day by day and leave!"

Han Xiaomin hugged her arms behind her and hummed.

It's a bit similar to Du Wen at the beginning.

Nowadays, beautiful girls really feel that they have to hook their fingers, and men are rushing to catch up?

Wan Changsheng is really too busy to be busy.

I went to the Sculpture Department to communicate with Guo Huaisheng about his new creations.

The master and apprentice have experienced the Bodhisattva business together. Guo Huaisheng mainly looks at the new body parts made by Wan Changsheng: "Well, your problem is that the foundation of the realism of the human body is still almost done, and it needs to be filled. This female shoulder and arm is almost meaningful. Next week, there is a studio for women's body courses. If you go and follow for two weeks, can you stop working on monk themes? I heard that you also drew a monk in the Chinese painting department."

Wan Changsheng wondered: "Can you be a nun?"

Guo Huaisheng smiled and hit him in the head: "All things in the world have so many subjects!"

Wan Changsheng is down-to-earth: "A Bodhisattva who has been a Bodhisattva for more than ten years and has just come into contact with Western classical sculptures, which is also a religious subject. So just follow this, maybe it's not a waste of money to sell it to our Guanyin Temple."

Guo Huaisheng haha: "You are doing a very careful abacus!"

You have to be careful.

The Academy of Fine Arts costs relatively high among all universities. Not to mention the equipment, guide rails, and design-level computers in the film and television major are much higher than those in ordinary colleges. Various painting tools, pens, inks, pigments, etc. in the painting major are all money.

But the most expensive one is probably the sculpture system.

It doesn’t cost much to make clay sculptures, but the financial conditions may be that they may not dare to turn the mold and scale up the sample for several years in college. They gritted their teeth and made a one or two meter-high, which would cost tens of thousands of yuan at any time. If they never did something that was dozens of meters by graduation, how could they dare to undertake a large project?

Therefore, practicing work with a tutor is also a must.

But it was not a big deal for Wan Changsheng. He spent several thousand years to learn Qiao Yu's model making skills. Later, he enlarged it into a white marble sculpture and made three versions in a row. He went out for tens of thousands of dollars, but he didn't want to take it back.

Even though it was taken away by Pingjing Drama Academy, it has not paid a penny for the cost and material fees so far.

Can an ordinary child bear this consumption?

So this time Wan Changsheng planned to be a big one, and if he was a rich man, he had to consider where to place the sculpture that might be about ten meters high and three or four floors.

Guo Huaisheng also thanked Boss Wan for supporting the work of the sculpture factory.

No matter how expensive it is, the director of the sculpture department, in addition to teaching tasks, he also needs to support a large group of craftsmen related to the sculpture industry. In recent years, urban sculpture business has not been seen everywhere as in previous years.

Moreover, sculpture majors in several major art academies across the country are also competing for each other for business. Every year, a large group of sculpture talents enter the market. Shumei has not produced top works that have been famous for a long time.

This also has an advertising effect.

So Guo Huaisheng promised to give Wan Changsheng a cost price and try his best to help make the monk sculpture well.

After finishing all these things, Wan Chengsheng rushed to take a taxi to the medical university.

Just now, when I was thinking about the iced sour plum soup in the dean's office, I naturally thought of Huanhuan. Now it was the time when the autumn tigers in Jiangzhou were raging and were very hot, so I rushed to send some sour plum soup and other things.

It’s not that Wan Changsheng is not considerate, but he doesn’t have this string. He grew up in an environment where all housework is handled by women. Men are busy with so-called big things all day long, and when they go home, they basically rake their ears. Wan Changsheng has basically never worried about how to please Huanhuan.

This subjective initiative will naturally be gone.

It should be Du Wen's contribution.

He now feels that he should be more active and make Huanhuan feel happy.

It’s like trying to buy flowers or something at No. 2 Middle School before, even if he doesn’t think it’s meaningful.

Huanhuan thinks it's good, that's fine.

At this time, it was boring to drive. After three or four o'clock in the afternoon, Wan Changsheng was outside the gate of the Medical University. He walked several times under the bright sunlight before he found a home selling cold shrimps. The glutinous rice paste was filtered into small shrimps with gauze and soaked in brown sugar water and ice. He drank it in hot summer days and was so comfortable as a fresh shrimp jumped into his stomach.

He looked at the school gate that had been strictly managed to enter and exit the school, but he had a lot of ideas. He asked for a large bucket of pure water from his shop, put a basin of iced shrimps in a funnel made of plastic bags, sealed it, and then borrowed a yellow helmet that was part-time delivery in the store, and carried it on his shoulder with confidence: "The office asked me to deliver it..."

The security guard didn't think much about it and let him in.

I only scratched my head a little after I walked away. Why does this large bucket of mineral water pure water look like it is filled with soy sauce?

Didn't think much about it either.

Wan Changsheng really has a figure that looks like someone who relies on his strength to make a living.

Wan Changsheng, who had been a military training model, walked around the company with the most girls for a few times, and even took off his yellow helmet and shook it on the side. Jia Huanhuan was soon surprised to find it.

My aunt has been running a little this year, and she may finally be close to 1.6 meters tall. She couldn't help but jump in a camouflage military uniform for a few times, and the instructor couldn't even yell!

When Wan Changsheng found out, he sat in the shade of the tree next to him with a smile, fanned his helmet, and waited for Jia Huanhuan and the others to pause for half an hour later. He rushed over like a little hen out of the cage, and jumped from afar!

Just to make Huanhuan smile like this, Wan Changsheng caught her and quickly poured the chilled cold shrimps for his wife to drink.

Before I could drink it, Jia Huanhuan's eyes were as sweet as if he had scooped several spoons of candy: "So much! I can't finish it..."

Wan Changsheng took a stack of disposable cups: "I just bring them here to invite your classmates to drink together, and the instructor."

Jia Huanhuan suddenly realized and quickly waved to the girls chattering more than ten meters away.

So here, like seeing sparrows drying millet, a large group of hula came over.

Jia Huan laughed and brought two cups to bribe the instructor.

A freshman who studied medicine was already curious around Wan Changsheng: "Wow, are you Huanhuan's boyfriend?"

"Are you really delivering food?"

"How is it possible? The shoes and pants he wears don't look like..."

"Wow, it's pretty handsome. You're in love in high school, but do you look quite mature?"

Wan Changsheng smiled and didn't say anything. When Jia Huanhuan came back, he hugged her hard and asked her to take the empty bucket back to the dormitory. He ran away with his yellow helmet before the instructor or instructor came.

In short, it would be enough to leave Jia Huanhuan with a tall boyfriend to deliver iced drinks to freshmen from the University of Medical Sciences.

As expected, Jia Huanhuan was so proud on WeChat at night that she said that many girls came to ask her.

Now she is not afraid: "Hmph, at worst, I can call Sister Wen here!"

nuclear weapon!

Wan Changsheng told her to be careful not to have heatstroke.

Put your phone away, restore the volume of your headphones, and focus on the stone carving in your hand in the ethereal music.

The chicken blood yellow that Professor Gou is most proud of is originally simple and generous, and very gentle.

Now it has changed vaguely.

The long and square seals are smaller and shorter than the lipstick box. The four vertical corners were basically unable to see the lines, but now they have been deliberately polished to create two edges.

Just like the boxwood that Huanhuan bought for him in Italy, it has clear edges and corners.

It extends to the top, and the two right angles are sharp and ferocious.

It seems to be a rebellious personality in the chaos of the turbid world.

The original plain right angle is because the two corners on the other side are contrasted, round and smooth, as if the skin is drizzled with cream on it.

Then, in the middle of this excessive, that is, the top of the seal, there are two lotus flowers of staggered sizes.

Those who have a little knowledge of ancient Chinese literature also know that among ancient Chinese literati, lotus leaves and lotus symbolize the emergence of mud without stain.

Therefore, the seal and seal script carefully carved by Wan Changsheng is "the mutual generation of virtual and real".
Chapter completed!