Under such an atmosphere, the interns must not be in the mood to celebrate Christmas Eve. They tried to raise their glasses as warmly as possible to celebrate this short gathering, and they all seized the time to go back to the dormitory to do some more practice.

But Du Wen still asked Wan Changsheng to go to the pedestrian street next to her, just to take a walk after dinner.

Wan Changsheng agreed.

Because Du Wen was so diligent that he was surprised that he was studying with a big picture at any time. Although he did not require to be able to remember his mind, nor was he a forced memory point of time and age, he could not confuse the three Renaissance masters with the three Post-Impressionist masters, nor could he not recognize Monet's works and Picasso's famous paintings. Although the styles of these postmodern masters have changed, the milestone masterpieces must be remembered without any memory, and it is best to have a few comments.

Fortunately, Du Wen is a person who really likes painting and is sensitive to color. This kind of cramming supplementary knowledge points that can quickly read large pieces is not painful.

But it's too much.

Even when the two of them went to the bus on the pedestrian street, she still held the book "The Power of Art".

I can't get a taxi, and the hard work and crazy preparation status is limited to cram school students. Even though thousands of art tutors have begun to concentrate around Shumei, for a large number of middle schools and colleges and young people around, Christmas Eve is indeed a day worth carnival, so all kinds of transportation are crowded.

Du Wen didn't say she went back to drive, feeling that the purpose of getting the car was to return home to meet his mother with Wan Changsheng. After that, she threw it in the community parking lot without any use, allowing the parking fee to accumulate over time.

The bus was also crowded, and it was entirely up to Wan Changsheng to move out some space strongly, allowing Du Wen to lean against the wall of the compartment.

In the noise of laughter and noise, she hugged her big head on her chest with both hands, and her eyes on the mask showed a quiet smile that was not matched by the surroundings. Seeing Wan Changsheng holding the handle, he was not used to holding the handle, shaking while the vehicle was moving or being squeezed to the point of helplessness.

She laughed even more.

Wan Changsheng was just casual, because he knew that in these two days, Du Wen was going to set off for Pingjing for an interview. It would be a lie to say that Wan Changsheng had no ripple in his heart, but he himself had never understood what this faint emotion was.

Even a bit novel in secret analysis.

Saying goodbye calmly with the way of friends is to say goodbye.

When I arrived at the Pedestrian Street Commercial Center, I didn’t have to squeeze from the front door to the back to get off the bus. I had to get off. Wan Changsheng was surprised by the crowded atmosphere of the pedestrian street.

This is a crowded crowd of people, not very similar to the Guanyin Temple Fair. There are no gods and Buddhas to visit, nor do you burn incense and ask for signs. You just join in the fun. It feels like you are so immersive that you feel so happy that you can get so many people crowded together. On the surrounding commercial square shopping center building, the occasional scene of celebrating Christmas Eve can cause laughter and controversy.

Most young people in their teens are the main force, and their energy has nowhere to vent, and they are unique to this age and want to gain attention and show off, so that they can play and play everywhere.

It attracted the crowd from time to time to scream and dodge the chaos because of their rampage.

As soon as she got off the car, Du Wen bought a red sharp-angled headband from a roadside vendor. Even if the mask covers her face, she can still show playful beauty with her eyes. Especially when she turns on the switch on the headband, the red sharp-angled headlights light up. The crowd around who were already looking around would involuntarily notice this girl, which was so beautiful.

Wan Changsheng didn't look at it. He was tall. He straightened his back and tried to look out from afar to watch this grand occasion. He thought about how to draw a scene where so many people had to be expressed.

The most famous scene in the history of Chinese painting is "Along the River During the Qingming Festival". Hundreds and thousands of characters really open up the historical scroll, showing the entire hot social life, while vividly showing the lives of small characters in every corner. In comparison, the large scenes of Western paintings that Wan Changsheng has seen now highlight the most central characters, which is different from the way Chinese paintings focus scattered.

Well, at this moment when young men and women come to Christmas Eve with romantic thoughts, Wan Changsheng is thinking about this in his heart.

Fortunately, there was a sudden noise and chaos next to him, he could subconsciously hold the hand of the girl beside him, allowing Du Wen to hide behind him. Then the panicked crowd rushed to him, as if he had met a mainstay, and remained unmoved. Wan Changsheng even had the strength to reach out to hold the boy who almost fell down, but Du Wen's hand never let go and wrapped it tightly on his back.

Unlike others who stood in this bustling pedestrian street to pass the time, even such time is particularly precious. After only ten minutes, Du Wen took Wan Changsheng's hand: "Go back, take a photo and go back."

This time, no one was asked to take a photo. Du Wen took her cell phone and took two photos together, asking Wan Changsheng to raise it up and take so many people in the background.

The two of them slowly squeezed out against the crowd, and Wan Changsheng naturally had reason to hold the warm and soft hand tightly.

He told himself that it was because there were too many people and he should not leave, so he held it with confidence.

Du Wen lowered her head and said nothing, the red Halloween little demon's sharp-horned headband flashed.

The station has been shut down due to traffic flow, taxis, hitchhiking and other things, obviously cannot get close to such core areas. Besides, in this situation, many people are queuing up if there are cars.

At the same time, both of them chose to walk back.

Anyway, it's only less than two kilometers away on one stop.

It was amazing that I didn't say anything, and I didn't stop. I silently walked past the bus stop where many people stood and the taxi entrance, and walked into the shade of the road next to the increasingly sparsely populated road.

Du Wen even slowed down.

Street lights are sparse and only shine on the road. The lush trees beside the road form a dim sidewalk that makes single women uncomfortable at night.

So Wan Changsheng also felt that he had reason to hold that hand tightly.

The noisy sound gradually faded away from my ears, leaving only the silence of the winter night. The headlights passing by from time to time seemed to become scenes on the stage.

The two of them felt like they were walking in a TV series.

He didn't say a word, but he didn't feel embarrassed, and he even had a little tacit understanding.

Wan Changsheng squinted his eyes a little, and felt a little dizzy as if he had drunk a glass of good wine.

Du Wen's eyes became brighter and brighter, as bright as a cat at night, and even more interestingly with the red light on the sharp corners.

But the feet were all light, and they were brisk in a distance of one or two kilometers, and it seemed that they had finished walking in an instant!

When he walked to the bright intersection of the familiar community restaurant, Du Wen looked back a little incredible, then took out her cell phone to take a photo.

Wan Changsheng breathed a deep sigh of relief, feeling that the pulling Rouyi gave him great temptation, and he didn't know when the book "The Power of Art" had been transferred to his hands. He just seemed to have a dream.

Still silently returning to the apartment side by side.

Wan Changsheng hurried back to his room and closed the door.

Du Wen stood in the entrance hall, took a photo of the living room, then sat on the sofa, supported her hands on both sides, shaking her legs, as if she looked around easily, the simple easel on the balcony, the coffee table was filled with almost used paint tools, the TV that had never been turned on, the small bones with empty eyes, and the inevitable pencil shavings on the ground.

So Du Wen stood up for the first time and found a broom, carefully cleaned the floor of the living room, and checked the kitchen. She had already finished eating it. The refrigerator was filled with frozen foods and some maintenance cosmetics. Before she knew it, the two of them had become accustomed to having midnight snacks at home, and they cooked instant noodles, dumplings, etc. in the middle of the night, but there was no problem.

Du Wen took a photo with her mobile phone again.

Maybe it was a little hot after work, so I took off my high-waisted down jacket outside to take a shower. I talked for a long time and changed into my nightgown and wrapped it in my warm pajamas. Du Wen bit her mouth and knocked on Wan Changsheng's door: "Have you slept?"

Wan Changsheng, who was sitting by the window, was a little panicked. He hid the busy seal stone and carving knife under the pillow. He saw the mobile phone on the windowsill. Even though the screen was clearly black, he was still busy opening and closing the text message interface.

The above is the text Sun Erniang sent to her son after she came back to Jiangzhou last time: "My daughter-in-law is stupid, I live a comfortable life, my daughter-in-law is smart, you live a comfortable life, my daughter-in-law is so smart, we are both free."

Du Wen's voice was still gentle: "I opened the door myself?"

Wan Changsheng quickly simulated the vague nasal sound: "Ah? I'm asleep..."
Chapter completed!