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The narcissus in the art class

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There is a beautiful woman in Greek mythology The young Narcissus fell deeply in love with his own reflection in the lake and stayed by the lake until he died and became a narcissus. There are a group of narcissus-like children in this article. They are not beautiful and proud princes, but perverse and rebellious children in the eyes of many people. They are narcissistic and sensitive. They use arrogance to cover up their weakness and use disdain to cover up their kindness. Only when When facing dreams and facing true feelings, the shyness of narcissus in full bloom will appear. I was once a child who went around taking exams with a picture folder on my back. I would like to thank Luci for bringing these "special" children to people's eyes, and wish the "daffodils" to flourish with big dreams.

This is a very ordinary street. The main street breeds many alleys, and the alleys extend into many branches. The quality of the road surface varies. The main streets are asphalt roads, the alleys are paved with cement slabs, and the branches and floors in the alleys are mud, real yellow mud. Public security here is very poor, and it affects the appearance of the city. Many people say so. Not only because of the vendors with unscrupulous stalls on the roadside, but also because of the people walking on the road, to be precise, children - half-grown teenagers. The main street extends from the urban area, and there are usually not many passing vehicles, because this is the outskirts of the city. It is a straight road with no flower belts or guardrails around it. It is so simple, open, and simple. So much so that there are steel bars sticking out from the edge of the road. The hutong area is crowded with many studios, piano rooms, broadcasting and performance studios, and various cultural classes and tutoring classes. It is so crowded that it is difficult to breathe. In the branch area of ????the alley, there are low-lying huts, independent ones or entire ones. A building filled with colorful clothes and bedding. Our protagonists gather here - creatures that look like garlic to us now, but in the future they will be different from daffodils that can bloom like garlic.

When Yi Rong first walked into the alley, he was frightened by the promotional slogans for studios and music broadcasting classrooms written all over the wall. From the beginning of the alley to the end of the alley, except for a long strip of sky above his head, there were no The ground is covered with advertisements: "Picasso Studio", "Van Gogh Studio", "Beethoven's Piano Room", "Golden Microphone"... A series of famous artists are all lying on the wall against the ground, looking at him innocently; mobile phones The PHS number is written densely, giving people the illusion of a lingering ghost. Yi Rong carefully stepped over the artists, fearing to step on them and offend their dignity. Each studio's artistic calligraphy is unique and unique, all written by hand, and many of them are beautifully written with soul-stirring qualities - without the need for machine printing. It is said that it is an insult to art practitioners to use machines to make signs and slogans. Each studio has a simple and alternative logo. The teachers designed it themselves. The music room and the broadcast and performance room are relatively weak. Of course, there are many people who ask people from the studio to make the signs. The handwriting can be seen. There is still a difference between machine and human handwriting. Yes, in Yi Rong's view.

Because it is summer, there is a lot of rain. The rain that fell the night before is mixed with yellow mud and is sticky like mud, covering Yi Yong’s feet, legs, painting box, painting bag, and suitcase. Yi Rong occasionally looked back at his mother. Her mother, who had a slight mysophobia, had her mouth almost falling out of her face. Yi Rong took the painting box and clothing bag from his mother and said, why don't you find a clean place to rest at the entrance of the alley, and I'll find Zhong Xin Studio and give you a call. The mother did not agree. She was worried about her careless son. Yi Rong discovered that her mother's mysophobia also required certain conditions. There are no trash cans, and the garbage lies scattered. Occasionally, a small group gathers together. It is full of mold and has a strong smell. It makes me laugh. These people who create art work with garbage all day long. They truly turn decay into magic and emerge from the mud without staining. There are children of the same age constantly passing by, and Yi Rong can roughly tell their majors just by looking at their appearance: mostly dark-colored clothes, speckled with paint, confused and solemn expressions, and their clothing is mixed with non-mainstream elements and is slightly decadent, and their right hand Those with black lead on their little fingers are art students; those with good looks, simple and clean clothes, cheerful expressions, talkative, laughing, and a little impetuous, and residual makeup are broadcasting and performance students; the rest of the disguises are classified as music students The majestic demeanor of their necks and the slender and agile hands reveal their professionalism. Different from those who learn to dance, the dancers' bodies are more flexible and smooth. Yi Rong shuttled among them, feeling like he was at home with the group, even though this was Yi Rong's first time here.

Yirong had nothing to say to her mother along the way. Her own conditions were not ideal. Yi Rong didn’t have high hopes, but it’s good to be here now.

Yi Rong smiled, held the corner of her mouth, and comforted her mother. Mother pointed forward with her chin, indicating that Zhongxin's studio had arrived. Yi Rong also looked at it. It was a three-story building facing the street. His withered body was holding a huge head on his head. The wall was painted pale white. The big red sign was too big. Yi Rong walked underneath for fear of being blown by a gust of wind. It fell so hard that it fell to the ground together with the building. Yi Rong reported on the first floor. There were four teachers and three seniors. Their hands covered with chloasma were trembling as they rummaged through the formalities. The remaining one stood looking at Yi Rong and his mother who was traveling with him. He had a pair of beady eyes and was jumping around. Question, do you live in a dormitory? Before Yi Rong could answer, his mother said first that he lived in a dormitory, so be careful and don't let him run around. It's quite cool here, and the air conditioner is installed. Although the air conditioner is noisy, it only breathes and does not cool, and there is a small wind blowing. Yi Rong controls the direction of the wind, changing positions with the wind, watching her mother put a stack of hundred yuan The big money was given to Douyan, who immediately changed his face when he saw the money, and was busy looking for the formalities for the elderly teachers.

The money came first and the procedures were completed quickly. Yi Rong got the dormitory key without much effort. Douyan wanted to take Yi Rong to see the whole studio. Yi Rong was afraid of neglecting his mother and said, "Mom, please go home, I'll be fine here. You see, other children can take care of themselves. Don't go back too late and don't have a car." The mother listened to Yi Rong and left with a few instructions. Yi Rong entrusted Dou Yan to ask him to wait for a while, saying that he wanted to send his mother to the bus, but it was too late to send her to the train station. If you think about it, the bus would be fine. Despite the reluctance of the boss Douyan, Yi Rong still insisted on sending her mother off. Finally Douyan said it was not safe here in the dark, so don’t stay. Yi Rongquan agreed with a smile on his face and took his mother to the train station before returning.

Zhongxin Studio is indeed the largest studio in this area. It is on the third floor. As I just said, it has the most people. There are four large classes, and each class is divided into two to three small classes. Douyan walks around During the introduction, he accidentally slipped and fell. He stood up and justified his explanation. The students splashed water on their pens, and Yi Rong saw that there was no water on the ground. Douyan took Yi Rong to look at the dormitory. It is a two-story old-style building with a red roof and white walls. There are moss and weeds growing on the walls. Douyan introduced how this dormitory has a long history. It is so old that this dormitory existed when there was no Zhongxin Studio. building. Yi Rong asked where the water and the toilet were, and Dou Yan climbed up to the top floor. There was a small platform on the top floor, which was empty and had been left there without repair. Then he looked at the toilet, which was one room and two pits. Before Yi Rong expressed his opinion, Douyan explained that when people go to higher places, water flows to lower places. Yi Rong chuckled, Douyan also smiled: The water was in the courtyard on the first floor. I thought it was inconvenient to buy a big bucket and carry it to the dormitory. Yi Rong looked from a distance and realized that he hadn't noticed just now. There was a small pool between the studio building and the dormitory building. A small faucet stood shyly in the center of the small pool. A girl carried a small bucket and went over to collect the water. There was no movement for a long time. Yi Rong looked at Douyan, who calmly said: It needs to be solved by force. Yi Rong didn't understand the meaning of Dou Yan. At this moment, he saw the girl let out a cheer, flew up and kicked the small faucet. The shock made Yi Rong's feet numb, and then the water slowly came. Yi Rong's eyes widened, and Dou Yan said again: The heat is not enough. After saying that, he went down to demonstrate in person, and Yi Rong hurriedly followed. Douyan grabbed the thin neck of the faucet with one hand, shook it twice, and kicked the throat of the faucet. After a few coughs, the water flowed rapidly. Yi Rong was surprised. The outlet of the faucet is small, but the water flow is turbulent. Douyan looked at Yi Rong with pride and said: This is Zhongxin Studio.

It turns out that this is Zhongxin Studio. Yi Rong also said.

Yirong didn't sleep well all night. Mosquitoes were bombarding her in turn. It was sweltering and the mat was soaked with sweat. The bed was made of sparing materials, short and narrow, and she was not used to it. He was alone in the dormitory, so it was quiet. There is no fan, and there is a small light bulb hovering on the beam. It is pitiful that it is darker with the light on than without it - the illumination range is small, and the shadow is heavier than without the light. Yi Rong developed night vision in just one night. The built-in fan cannot be used without an outlet. There are four beds in the dormitory, and the bunk beds can accommodate eight people. There are two ropes across the middle. I don’t know what they are used for. Every time I enter the room, I lower my head for fear of being struck by a thunderbolt. The disguise came early, the head of the bed faced the window, and there was an occasional gust of wind, which made it particularly comfortable. There are two long tables in the dormitory. Yi Rong doesn't know how there should be such a long table but it is not placed there. It is so long that the table is visible from the moment you enter the door, and its tail is thrown to the other end of the room. It is empty. Yi Rong hopes in his heart. It would be better if a roommate comes over soon so that we can talk and feel less lonely.

I finally waited until daytime, and it was cooler in the morning. Just when I was about to fall asleep, I heard the sound of hoarse throats nearby. One after another, Yi Rong got goosebumps and became restless. He simply got up and walked through the alley. After several inquiries, he found Wen Wen. Course registration office.

The slanted two-story building is quite tall, but unusually narrow. Yi Rong looked at the fat principal of the cultural class and wondered how he could walk smoothly in the corridors. The registration fee is no less than the art fee, and Yi Rong feels that the money is enough to build a new building of this type. Classes start at 5 a.m. every morning and last until 8 a.m., with no breaks in between. Then you can have some food and go to the studio. The principal's face was so dark that he couldn't see his facial features clearly in the shadows. Only his eyes occasionally turned white and his teeth were bared.

Who is the Chinese teacher? Yi Rong asked.

Me. the principal replied.

Where is the math teacher?

Me. the principal replied.

English teacher?

She went home to have a baby, and it’s still me now. The principal tossed his hair proudly.

Wow, you are so awesome. Why doesn’t the Education Bureau transfer you to a senior high school? How much money can you save on hiring a teacher if you have multiple jobs? Easily prone to excitement.

Because the Director of Education attaches great importance to you art students, he specially sent me to guide your thinking and learning. The principal sighed.

Yirong still wanted to speak, but was squeezed out by a group of students who came to follow the principal. Yi Rong had to go home, walked around the alley and bought two plastic bags. Pen, feeling a little sad. Food stalls came out one after another, and students who had been waiting for a long time swarmed in and surrounded a stall in small groups, their feet covered with mud and their eyes bleary. Yi Rong saw that some food stalls were covered in a dark layer of unknown objects, similar to old oil stains and dust, so he didn't buy any. Instead, he picked someone to look at the clean stalls and saw the clean stalls. Seeing that the lady selling sesame seed cakes was pleasing to his liking, he bought two. I carried the sesame cake back to the dormitory. As soon as I entered the room, I was shocked by the scene in front of me. Six or seven people were all here as if they had made an appointment. Their luggage and painting supplies were all thrown on the table on the floor. They were lying on their backs. Some of them were shirtless and twitching. Smoking and chatting. What are you doing? Yi Rong grabbed the mop by the door like a reflex. The tall man with long hair by the door took the mop from his hand and glanced at him. The little boy with skin as fair as plaster on the bunk above the long-haired man said in a high-pitched voice: We are your roommates. Yi Rong suspected that he was a woman, a feminine man with orchid-shaped fingers. The room was filled with the smell of cigarette smoke. Yi Rong went to his bed at the back of the room. A messy head wearing glasses as thick as the bottom of a bottle poked out from the upper bunk. His eyes were so small that they could only be called slits. He was said to be messy because he The head is reminiscent of the palm trees of Hainan, and the hair is radiating. Yi Rong looked at them and suddenly felt how handsome he was.

What is the rope used for? The person on the bed opposite asked. His muscular body made people think that he was in the wrong place. He should be a sports student. The palm tree head replied that you can hang anything you can on it because there is no wardrobe here. What is the table for? someone asked again. You could put anything you could put on it, because there wasn't even a small chair except the table. Palmhead answered again.

Yirong asked curiously: How do you know?

The palm head stretched out a hand gracefully: Let me meet you, my name is Zhang Feng, and I have been reviewing here for 5 years.

Yirong took a breath: 5 years? How old are you?

It’s okay, I’m only 21. Look at Liu Ya, he has been studying for 7 years. Zhang Feng pointed at the feminine man, who smiled charmingly: This is nothing to me.

It was only then that Yi Rong realized that his roommates were all hidden dragons and crouching tigers. They were at least 19 years old and older, and they were mostly young people. My name is Zhang Feng, who takes exams every year from the eight major art academies. He passes the professional courses every year, but fails in the cultural courses. He can draw better than the teacher. He has no one to teach him, so he has to follow the teacher to lead the students. He has been reviewing his muscles for two years. The man and the long-haired man are Zhang Feng’s students. This relationship is very confusing. The student is the student's teacher, the teacher is also a student, the teacher and the student are roommates, and the teacher and the student enter the examination room together. Liu Ya takes the longest time to review, not because he passes the professional courses every year, but because he fails every year. He looks reserved, but his paintings are not subtle, they are crazy and rough, at least no one can appreciate them now. Yi Rong breathed a sigh of relief. As expected, Zhong Xin's studio lived up to its reputation. Even the students were so good. The teacher didn't know what to do.

The lowest-level position in Zhongxin Studio is a teacher. For Zhang Feng, there are four principals, four vice-principals, eight special teachers, and countless teachers.

Why do you say this? After painting for a few days, I found that any student can transform into a teacher when the teacher is out of stock. Because the four classes have very different painting styles, each class is divided into a basic class, an advanced class, a studio, and a studio. Students in advanced classes can teach basic classes, and advanced classes can teach basic classes. Basic classes are the most unlucky and have the lowest status. Anyone can teach them. If you meet someone in the studio who is not a student of the same class, you have to call the teacher. The principal can teach the vice-principal and can teach the vice-principal at any time. The vice-principal can teach the special teachers and can even tear down the paintings of the special teachers at any time. The special teachers are students who passed the exam of Zhongxin Studio and came back to repay their kindness. They have great feelings for Zhongxin Studio. Deep down, it’s okay for my former teacher to tear up a few of his paintings. Yirong just discovered that Douyan was one of the four principals. He was good at color, taught gouache watercolor oil painting, and was the lecturer of the second class. When giving lectures, he would always mention the hardships he suffered in the exams in the past, such as how to go from junior college to bachelor's degree and graduate school under pressure. After studying for a Ph.D. degree, and finally becoming a doctoral supervisor, my copper-bell eyes turned into pea eyes due to pain.

Yirong did not expect to get into trouble as soon as he arrived here - he was fired by the principal of the cultural class.

The principal stipulated that classes should start at 5 o'clock in the morning and he should arrive in the classroom at 4:30. Yi Rong did not sleep well that day and was two minutes late. The principal ordered Yi Rong to stand at the door and listen to the class. At this time, a student dressed strangely and with a tattoo on his left arm was also late. He walked into the classroom without looking at the principal. The principal pretended not to see it. Yi Rong was unconvinced and pointed at the tattooed guy and asked the principal why he let him in, but the principal ignored him. Yi Rong asked several times but no one answered him, so he went into the room and sat down to listen to the lecture. His deskmate whispered to him that the guy with the tattoo was the principal's son. Yi Rong was called to the office after class for a lecture. The principal looked at Yi Rong murderously and said he hated people not listening to him. Yi Rong was not convinced by the principal's arrogance and made a big speech about the principal's protection of his son. Unknowingly, there were many students outside watching the fun. Whenever Yi Rong said something wonderful, they would applaud and cheer continuously. Yi Rong suddenly felt that the truth existed in the eyes of the masses. When he was feeling proud, the principal calmly walked into the cubicle of the office. When he came out again, he held a wad of money in his hand and simply threw it on the table: "Go away, I can't teach you."

Just get out, Yi Rong picked up the money and left, and it wasn’t just this cultural cram school. He packed up his things and left here in silence, counting the money on the way, and the principal kept a third. Yi Rong secretly scolded the principal for his black face and heart. It was the first day of school. He only sat in his classroom for 45 minutes before taking away a third of it. He searched many cultural schools, but no one dared to admit him. Everyone knew how powerful the black-faced principal was. Even the black-faced principal could not control the expelled students, and no one dared to take him. Yi Rong tasted the feeling of being a young man in society for the first time. He didn't want to go back and beg the black-faced principal to take him in again. They are all proud people and would never look back after their self-esteem was frustrated. Yi Rong relied on his good foundation and studied on his own in the dormitory. Summer and autumn were fine, but winter was difficult. There were many people in the cultural class, so it was crowded and warm. All his roommates were studying. They didn't really like taking cultural classes, just because of the summer class. There is air conditioning inside and heating in winter, so I went straight to this condition.

Yi Rong was sitting in bed reading a book. He was so cold that he was covered in chaff. As he was reading, he noticed an urgent need to urinate. When he opened the door, he saw a cat standing up and meowing. It didn't know how long it had been lying at the door. After peeing, the cat disappeared. When I got back to bed, I found a big furry ball purring in the bed. I threw it off the bed. It growled dissatisfiedly, jumped up and got into the bed again, disguised itself again, and the cat crawled again. They refused to give up and stayed in a stalemate for a long time. In the end, Yi Rong did not throw it on the ground. Its body was warm, and it was held in its arms like a hot water bottle. Yi Rong continued to read, and it showed its head to look at Yi Rong. After a while, my feet became cold, so I put the cat next to my feet to warm them. The cat felt very comfortable and comfortable in disguise. So the cat became a hot water bottle for everyone in the dormitory, and they took turns cuddling it to sleep. However, soon everyone was infected with lice and had red bumps all over their bodies. A stray cat came to their dormitory door. They made full use of the cat and gave the cat a warm bed. This is called win-win and mutual benefit. Later, the cat stayed with them for most of the winter, and was brought back to his hometown by Zhang Feng when he was about to take the art college entrance examination. Before leaving, eight grown men hugged the cat and cried hoarsely. They vowed to give the cat cigarettes and toasts, and Zhang Feng blocked the cat's place. Yi Rong looked at the group of domineering roommates dressed in fancy clothes with tears in her eyes, and suddenly realized that their hearts were just as soft, even softer than those of ordinary people.

Art exams are not a problem for students in Zhong Xin’s studio. This Zhong Xin studio is not accessible to ordinary people, because many people can’t get out as soon as they enter, such as Zhang Feng, who has a professional level Very tall, but was blocked from the Academy of Fine Arts because of cultural classes.

Zhang Feng is very narcissistic and currently feels that his noble brain full of artistic cells is not suitable for being poisoned by the college entrance examination. Liu Ya is even more narcissistic. He thinks that the teachers at the Academy of Fine Arts did not issue him a professional course certificate because he was too good at painting. The teachers at the Academy of Fine Arts thought that he could start a new career without coming in for further studies. Yi Rong spends all day among these narcissistic children, and feels that he is different, right? Artists draw freely and generally do not accept denial from others. However, in the early stages of learning to draw, they are most easily influenced by others. Messy and uncertain. As a result, they all became narcissistic and severely criticized by outsiders. When the outside world did not understand them, they instead regarded it as nourishment, absorbing it, absorbing it, and blooming their own flowers.

The annual art college entrance examination is held in winter, which makes them more like narcissus. No matter what kind of narcissus it is, it will definitely bloom in winter.

It is snowing, and the daffodils are out in force. The daffodils of the music broadcasting and performing school were relatively miserable. They had to dress very thinly for the interview for the sake of appearance and so-called professional ethics. Especially the girls, they had to wear skirts. They stood on the snowy ground with their skirts fluttering. They were very beautiful and also Very freezing. Art students are lucky because they can wear whatever they want, as much or as little as they want. The long registration queue started at midnight. If you arrive late and the registration time is passed, major schools will not even have the chance to take the exam. During the Chinese New Year, every family is reunited. Who would have thought that a group of narcissus would line up late at night, and when they were sleepy, they would lie on the snow and lean against their companions to sleep? Rubbing your frozen hands while gnawing on snacks like sesame pancakes that are equally hard and cold? This group of children may become Xu Beihong and Van Gogh in the future, but who will give them the title of artist now? Students from Zhongxin's studio came one after another, holding white snowflakes on their heads, snorting white steam, and greeting each other. They rented a house not far from the examination room, and a large living room was filled with beds on the floor. It is more cost-effective to sleep more than 20 people and share the rent. The daffodils from the surrounding music broadcasting and performing groups began to move. Some of them were mumbling words, and some were doing crazy somersaults on the snow. Art students are quieter, and the other Narcissus can't compare to them in terms of standing and sitting down. In terms of endurance, art students are also better, so in terms of registration, art students have an advantage. Because it is common for them to sit still or stand for four or five hours or even a day while painting.

The snow is falling harder and harder, the wind is also blowing, and everyone can’t stand the cold. The security guards who maintain order keep warm and watch TV in the duty room. It's almost noon, and there are several long queues. The queue in front of the window of a famous school naturally stretches to the end of the playground, and when it hits the wall, it rolls around, like a paper clip, making several circles. On the other side of the playground, the music performance team began to interview, and in the middle of the interview, the teachers were having a meal. In order to prevent the seats from being occupied, the children selected representatives to buy meals. The children had eaten and the teachers were on lunch break with nothing to do. Music candidates who brought their own instruments contacted each other and played the pipa, guzheng, violin, viola, cello, clarinet and bass in unison. Some children who could play and sing formed a makeshift band and held a concert in the heavy snow. A few little girls learning to dance immediately appeared in the film and joined in as backup dancers. The art students did not participate and became the audience. Yi Rong thought that it would be great to be an art student, and there would be free programs to watch. Who can say that there won’t be a Richard Clayderman, Pavarotti or the like among them in the future? The tickets will be expensive by then, but now I have picked up a lot of them. Cheap. When the security guards heard the excitement on the playground, they came out to watch the excitement and stopped the random playing and singing. They suppressed it here, started it again there, suppressed it there, and finally ignored the gongs and drums here. I sat among the art students and looked at them with relish.

No one knows how to amuse themselves better than Narcissus.

The celebration continued until the teachers came out after lunch break to continue the interview.

The candidates in all directions on the playground fell silent. Only a distant baritone kept singing a foreign song. The melody was plaintive and long, which was particularly clear in the sound of the snow. Yi Rong felt a little sad when he heard this. He missed home and wanted a comfortable school life. The student life in the class before he came out to study art was really comfortable. His worries all day long were just homework and he didn't like the teacher. , the friction between classmates, at least I can sit in a chair and lie on the table to study. He recalled several cultural exams held in the studio. He sat on the floor and used a drawing board as a table to write papers. A large group of people scratched their heads and scratched their heads in distress, wanting to laugh, but their noses were sore. They quickly rubbed their eyes lest others see that he was jealous. But when he looked up, most of the daffodils turned into little white rabbits, standing with red eyes full of tears.

A careless boy wiped the corners of his eyes with the sleeves of his cotton-padded jacket and hummed: Are you tired of singing such a sensational song...

The art exam lasted for a month, and everyone returned one after another. In my hometown, there are another group of tired children carrying painting bags and painting boxes on various means of transportation. The last exam was a creative design test at a prestigious school. Yi Rong and Zhang Feng were in the same exam room. The test question was running. Yi Rong drew a moving car, and the people behind him were all art candidates carrying drawing bags. All of them were talking. Spreading his legs and running as hard as he could, Yi Rong felt quite emotional as he drew these pictures. It's a very sensitive subject matter. No matter how talented the teacher is, he has an art exam background. He knows what it's like. If it causes screams, the disguise will take advantage. Three hours passed quickly. When handing in the papers, the invigilator joked to Zhang Feng: What, it’s here again this year, will you come again next year? Zhang Feng seemed to recognize the invigilator and smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "I hope I won't come."

After leaving the examination room, Zhang Feng winked at Yi Rong and said that the invigilator just now was a student taught by him. When he first started learning, he was stubborn and tore up many of his paintings. I hope he won't be the one to judge the papers to prevent him from taking revenge on Zhang Feng.

Everyone didn’t sleep the night before going home. We pooled all the money we had (excluding the ticket money) and bought two bottles of beer. There were no cups. We just held the mouth of the bottle and you took a sip and I took a sip. No one could I don’t dislike anyone, I have something on my mind. It was the first time Yi Rong drank alcohol, and he found it unpleasant. The liquid was like horse urine, and he felt nauseous.

Liu Ya’s eyes were sore and he blinked very frequently, looking like he was ogling him. He said that he was reluctant to leave everyone.

Zhang Feng slapped him, looking a little angry, and said, no matter how reluctant you are, you must give it up, otherwise you will have to come again next year!

Yes, yes, yes, Liu Ya hurriedly changed his mind, I hate you so much, get out of here, no one will come next year.

Yirong suddenly threw an empty wine bottle on the ground. He can't come next year, and everyone can leave this year.

Zhang Feng seemed to be addicted to beating people. He knocked Yi Rong down and said, "Good boy, a bottle can be sold for ten cents. If you dare to throw my bottle, I will see if I don't throw it at you." Everyone booed and surrounded, punching and kicking, and the roars and laughter spread far away, echoing in the silent night sky, revealing the vitality of young people. I don’t know which family closed the window with a bang, and complained sleepily: Those art brats again, their quality is really poor.

Postscript: Zhang Feng passed his professional classes, but the sound of cultural classes was still there, so he continued to teach at Zhongxin Studio. Because he was very good at painting, he was promoted to a special teacher, and recently he was promoted directly to the vice principal. So he simply No more exams. Liu Ya was finally discovered, his painting skills were recognized, and he bid farewell to his endless apprenticeship. The protagonist is lucky enough to be admitted to the university he wants to go to. The studio and characters in the article are based on real events, but all names appearing in the article are pseudonyms.

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