Song Jiawen was painting in the studio, and Jiang Yan was working on papers outside. His serious and focused look made people think he was a good student.
Huang Kai glanced at him suspiciously several times, thinking that this kid didn't look like a good student last time he came here. Could it be that he was mistaken?
but
The college entrance examination is coming up in a few days, so be serious now. Is there any use in cramming?
"Senior Brother Huang, Jiang Yan's grades are pretty good."
Seemingly sensing Huang Kai's thoughts, Song Jiawen rarely spoke up to explain to Jiang Yan.
Huang Kai touched his nose and changed the topic, "What about that? Junior sister, after you finish painting, leave it here to dry. I'll go to the front to see if the teacher's friends are gone."
Then he quickly left the studio.
Jiang Yan didn't care about him and continued to study the questions seriously.
Seeing that he had indeed worked too hard during this period, Song Jiawen finally gave him a painting, which made Huang Kai who followed him very envious.
It’s also heartbreaking.
It would be fine if it were given to a colleague who likes and loves to draw. But the question is, does this kid know how to draw?
Jiang Yan, who didn't know how to paint, happily framed it on the spot in the gallery and took it away proudly.
As soon as the two of them left, Deng Tao and her father entered the main entrance of the Landscape Gallery.
The father and daughter heard that President Song had returned from Kyoto, so they rushed over to talk to Teacher Song again.
Of course, I am not talking about the Chinese painting competition that has ended, but about the teachers at Kyoto University School of Art.
Recently, Deng Tao's grades have returned to the top ten in grade. This gave the father and daughter hope again, and they wanted to ask President Song to recommend a teacher.
Even though my grades are just a little bit low, can I get into Peking University if I have the artistic specialty of traditional Chinese painting?
But what Deng Tao and his daughter didn't know was that with her level and skills, she was really not considered a specialty in front of the Peking University School of Art.
Song Qingping put forward this point tactfully, and finally said, "Actually, Deng Tao's achievements are so outstanding, there is no need to follow the path of art."
In Song Qingping's view, Deng Tao lacked spirituality in art and was too eager for quick success and was not suitable.
Deng Tao bit her lip unwillingly, and asked Song Qingping, "President, are Song Jiawen's Chinese paintings really better than mine?"
What does this have to do with Gawen?
Song Qingping was confused and didn't like the look on Deng Tao's face when he mentioned Jiawen.
He said calmly, "You can't compare people like this. You are you, and Jiawen is Jiawen. The painting skills are different, the techniques are different, and the talents are even different. What's more, Jiawen is not an artist. If you want to compare with her on this road, how can you compare?"
In other words, your talent is not comparable to Song Jiawen at all.
Deng Tao wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Deng's father, who forcibly took her away from the gallery.
"Xiao Tao, that's it. Besides Beijing University, there are so many good schools. You can choose whatever you want. Dad doesn't require you to go to Beijing University now."
In other words, Father Deng gave up.
On July 1st, graduation photos were taken at No.1 Middle School.
Class 1 was the first one, and those from other classes who didn’t come down were all lying down at the window to watch.
Everyone was noisy and it was so lively.
Because they were giving Zhu Jin a lecture, Song Jiawen and the others came down last.
Jiang Yan stood under the stairs of the teaching building with a group of boys. He looked back and wondered if it was his imagination. He felt that Song Jiawen had grown taller during this time. Not only that, she had also grown more mature.
The girl stood there with a slender and tall figure, her cold white skin was glowing, and her delicate eyebrows were slightly restrained. Under the orange light of the morning, her whole person actually gave people a hazy feeling of immortality.
Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment, then his eyes swept across Song Jiawen's body inadvertently, and then quickly looked away.
But when I turned around, I saw a group of boys looking back intentionally or unintentionally. I couldn't help but cursed in my heart, "Mom, a bunch of animals."
"Okay, okay, everyone, come over and line up."
Fortunately, the head teacher started to call for people at this time, and the teachers and school leaders also arrived.
Song Jiawen followed Zhu Jin and walked forward.
To be honest, she didn't feel much about having her graduation photos taken at No. 1 Middle School. After all, she had only been here a few months. Except for Zhu Jin and Wang Xiaole, who had a relatively good relationship with each other, she had not even spoken to anyone else.
In comparison, Jiang Hai is the one she has the most affection for.
Remembering that she had promised Yang Dan to go back and take graduation photos after the college entrance examination, she was actually quite looking forward to it.
The principal was sitting with Director Zhai, who was discussing in a low voice whether to order two banners. The city champion would definitely want it, and the extra one, the principal wanted to order the provincial champion.
Director Zhai was very excited, and even a little blush could be seen on his slightly dark face. He knew that the principal was more sensitive than him in this regard. At this moment, he only asked in a low voice with bright eyes, "Are you sure?"
The principal turned his head and glanced at Song Jiawen, who was standing on the steps and was obedient and graceful. Well, the more he looked at her, the more satisfied he became.
He replied excitedly, "Ninety percent."
What are you waiting for?
order!
Director Zhai took care of everything, "I'll do it!"
July 6th, the day before the college entrance examination.
Xie Lin was already on vacation, and he followed Xie Yanhai to Yunzhou to deliver the exam to Song Jiawen. Because Shi Peirong was in poor health, Li Yun wanted to take care of her at home, so he didn't come.
Song Jiawen's examination room is in our school, which saves a lot of things. It's easier to see the examination room than others.
Knowing that Xie Yanhai and his son were coming to deliver exams to Jia Jia, Zhou Youming very thoughtfully picked them up at the bus station and took them to his home.
Before that, Song Jiawen had already stayed at his house for two days.
The school was on holiday two days ago, so the dormitory building could provide additional development for her. Wang Xiaole and Zhu Jin also said they could live with her, but Song Jiawen didn't think it was necessary.
I politely declined.
It's not like she doesn't have a place to live. She has a room in Jiang Yan's house, but it's just inconvenient to say this.
On the day of the holiday, when she was packing her things and going to Jiang Yan's house, Song Xiwen and Zhou Youming came to find her.
The two of them obviously knew that school was about to be on holiday, so they came to pick her up and take her home.
Song Jiawen naturally refused at first.
Later, Song Xiwen spoke to her alone for a few words, and finally Song Jiawen followed the two of them home.
Jiang Yan's examination room was at Experimental Middle School.
What a bad fate!
On the day he went to the examination room, Jiang Yan looked up at the school gate, which was vague and far away in his memory, feeling vaguely repelled.
However, from a certain perspective, is this also giving yourself a chance?
An opportunity to get up from where you fell!
Yu Hang followed him, and as the two of them walked in, people cast surprised glances at Jiang Yan from time to time. Some of them were curious, but also disdainful and contemptuous.
Jiang Yan ignored them all. He didn't know him anyway, so why should he care?
It was not until he was walking out of the examination room that someone stopped him.
This chapter has been greatly changed!
