Chapter 95: Extra four (1)

If Zhuang Yan didn't choose to go abroad
(No responsibility. It has nothing to do with the text. If Zhuang Yan did not go abroad, the brain hole he knew Xie Ning in college can be regarded as a parallel world)
Among comprehensive universities, X University has a relatively strong artistic atmosphere.
The art branch of X University is well-known, and there have been many celebrities who can be written into professional textbooks. X University has risen, and it has become a choice for many art students in addition to professional art schools.
On the lawn outside the gate of the Art Branch stands a tall statue. The roads on both sides of the lawn are lush and planted with huge camphor trees. The warm summer sun passes through the cracks of the leaves, and the mottled light spots fall on the oil. Park Road.
This is the famous scene of the Art Branch, and it is also a must-see for graduation photos.
Every student passing by the gate can see this statue belonging to the first principal of the Art Branch. The statue is engraved with his famous saying: "Art is not great, nor is it humble. Art is yourself."
When walking past the statue with Qi Rui, Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows.
If you see this sentence for the first time, every art student will feel it. After passing through here countless times, any profound and philosophical remarks will become nonsense.
Qi Rui patted him on the shoulder and asked him, "Why don't you go abroad suddenly? I remember that you have prepared everything from your passport, so there shouldn't be any problems."
From the freshman year, Zhuang Yan began to prepare to go abroad.
The focus of his parents' career began to shift overseas a few years ago. In the past two years, he has almost settled abroad. He himself has received a recommendation letter from the Tisk Art Institute.
He originally planned to go abroad this semester, but for some reason he suddenly repented and stayed in China.
Zhuang Yan said, "Grandpa doesn't seem to be in good health. I will stay to look after him."
Qi Rui suddenly said, "What I said."
Zhuang Yan added: "Moreover, I am studying choreography. The entertainment industry has always been a place where networking is more important than strength. Staying in China is convenient for me to accumulate and expand contacts."
"Yes." Qi Rui thought for a while and agreed, "If you plan to make movies in China after graduation, it might be better not to go abroad."
Zhuang Yan glanced at him: "How can the movie be so good."
Qi Rui didn't care: "You are not short of funds. It is not a trivial thing to you, and I remember that you are planning to make a movie this semester?"
Zhuang Yan said: "It's just a short film, and it's just such a plan."
The film he is making now is not a movie.
Zhuang Yan is very clear about this.
They talked and walked to the road outside the Art Branch.
The roads in the school are not very spacious. Generally, there are few vehicles coming in. Most of the parents who pick up and drop off like to park their cars on the side of the road.
Zhuang Yan was thinking about the short film he was still planning, and his eyes were suddenly pierced by the light reflected by the car lights on the mirror.
He squinted his eyes and looked at the car subconsciously.
A private car parked on the side of the road. It was very low-key outside. Zhuang Yan could not see the license plate, but after all, he had an outstanding family background, and he could tell that the car was very valuable at a glance.
The passenger's door opened, and a student holding a drawing board got out of the car.
Before closing the door, he bent over and said something to the driver in the driver's seat, then waved his hand before turning to leave.
The student just ran into Zhuang Yan's sight.
It was an outstanding student, his eyebrows were so exquisite that he didn't look like a man. There was no expression on his face. A white shirt lined his whole body more and more coldly.
Like an ice beauty.
Zhuang Yan glanced more subconsciously.
The man did not see him, and walked into the school without squinting, his eyes revealed a little gloomy and indifferent.
Qi Rui walked a little faster. Seeing that Zhuang Yan hadn't followed up in time, he turned around and asked, "What are you looking at, walking so slowly."
"It's nothing." Zhuang Yan retracted his gaze and put the man behind him, "You went too fast."
Qi Rui was beaten upside down, and muttered, "I'm not walking fast...Isn't this mainly because I am afraid that I will be late and have no seat."
Zhuang Yan glanced at him: "You are a finance department, how come you go to the Art Branch every day."
Qi Rui is bitter: "The cafeteria of the business school is all dark dishes. I have eaten it once and I don't want to eat it again. It's better for your art branch. The dishes made by the cafeteria chef are also full of artistic sense. "
"Come on." Zhuang Yan broke through him, "You haven't been in the canteen a few times in two years of university. I'm afraid that the money in the meal card has not been charged."
Qi Rui: "The location of your art branch is also good. There is a snack street past the road. Although the shop there is not a luxury hotel, it is much better than the cafeteria."
Zhuang Yan ignored his complaints and asked, "Juyuanlou?"
Qi Rui nodded: "Go, today I invite you to celebrate your return to domestic campus life."
Zhuang Yan followed him to the Juyuan Building without comment.
The two were regular customers of Juyuan Building, and the waiter took them directly into the box.
"I'm actually quite strange." Qi Rui said, "This shop is obviously the best restaurant in the neighborhood, so there are not many customers every time."
Zhuang Yan threw the menu in front of him: "Look at the prices above. Can ordinary students afford the dishes?"
Qi Rui: "I think it's okay."
Zhuang Yan laughed at him: "The eldest master who doesn't eat fireworks."
Qi Rui was speechless: "It's you who really don't eat fireworks. The school is famous for its high coldness. Apart from Juyuan Building, there are no restaurants nearby that you can see."
Zhuang Yan didn't speak.
Speaking of non-eating fireworks, he somehow remembered the man who had just passed by.
That person has such a temperament, as if everything in the world has nothing to do with him.
However, he was obviously just a person who met, and he didn't even say a word.
Presumably because there are not many customers, the dishes ordered were quickly put on the table.
Qi Rui complained about the food in the cafeteria and was quite satisfied with the food here.
He went gossiping with Zhuang Yan as he ate: "You seem to have a man of the wind among the freshmen of your art school this year. Have you heard of it?"
Zhuang Yan told the truth: "I haven't heard of it."
Qi Rui said: "I originally imagined you inquired..."
Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows to see him: "Do you think I am someone who pays attention to these?"
Qi Rui: "..."
Qi Rui: "Forget it, I'm also stupid, ask you what you do with this."
Zhuang Yan nodded: "You are quite self-aware."
"...Do you know that you will be beaten when you speak like this."
Fortunately, Qi Rui has become accustomed to his speaking style: "Have you really never heard of it? This person has been in the limelight recently, and it's not worse than when you first entered school."
Zhuang Yan answered with a face-to-face: "What's his name?"
Qi Rui: "It seems to be called...Xie Ning."
Zhuang Yan shook his head: "I haven't heard of it."
Qi Rui said: "I heard that he is an art student."
Zhuang Yan: "Then I don't know much."
If it is a major in film and television art, he may also know a little bit, art students...even if they are both students of the art branch, the film and television departments and the fine arts department are not very common.
"I heard that the face value is high." Qi Rui said dry mouth, drank a drink, and continued, "If you didn't suddenly give up going abroad, the dumplings of the school grass will fall on him."
Zhuang Yan: "Very good, I don't want to be a school grass anyway."
Speaking of good looks, Zhuang Yan inevitably remembered the person he saw just now.
That's the real good looks.
Zhuang Yan didn't believe that Xie Ning could look better than him.
He was disappointed with Xie Ning, but he frowned as soon as the thought passed.
There is only one side, why did he remember it again?
This frequency is too high.
"Moreover, he is still a high-achieving student in the Department of Fine Arts. It is said that his painting skills are very good. When he first entered the school, he got the blue eyes of a professor. He recommended him to participate in an international competition...I don’t understand art related competitions. Generally, only juniors and seniors can have their turn. You said he got this opportunity in his freshman year, how good he should be."
Zhuang Yan listened to him talking a lot, and it took a long time to find a chance to speak: "Aren't you investigating everything very clearly? You also asked me what I did."
Qi Rui said regretfully, "But I don't know what he looks like yet."
"He has the same temper as you, he is very cold, he doesn't like to talk to people, and the classmates in the dormitory said he is not familiar with him."
Zhuang Yan: "I'm so famous, someone should take a few photos."
He is a person here, and I still remember the day when the freshman registered, he was caught by the photographer of the news agency, and the high-definition photo was directly published in the new issue of the school magazine.
Qi Rui sighed: "I said that he doesn't like to talk to people. He doesn't seem to come out to play very often. The pictures taken are either too far away or too blurry, which really can't satisfy my curiosity."
Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows to see him: "So you ran to me in the last three days and two days?"
Qi Rui chuckled, "It's not like you are all in the same branch. Maybe I will come here a few more times and I will meet them occasionally."
Zhuang Yan ate the food in silence.
Qi Rui: "But my main purpose is to come to you. I will have luck if I encounter something."
Zhuang Yan said, "I think you are quite interested in him."
Qi Rui asked: "Aren't you interested in him?"
Zhuang Yan glanced at him and said slowly, "Not interested."
Qi Rui: "..."
alright.
...
The registration time for freshmen of x University is one week earlier than the start time, and some senior students with easy courses even come to the school to report after a week or two.
When holding the drawing board back to the bedroom, Xie Ning thought, there seemed to be more people in the school these past two days.
He received a lot of glances along the way, and Xie Ning didn't even see them.
When he arrived downstairs in the dormitory, the aunt greeted him warmly: "Hey, I'm back."
The aunt in the dormitory of their building is enthusiastic, and she remembers the face of the new student within two days of school. She naturally remembers Xie Ning, who is outstanding in appearance, and she will greet him intimately every time she goes out.
Xie Ning is not accustomed to coping with such enthusiasm, but he can feel the kindness of the aunt in the dormitory, and he is unwilling to live up to this gentleness, so he has a stiff face and nods to her.
The aunt in the dormitory laughed: "Why don't you talk so much."
Xie Ning thought, it's not that he doesn't like talking, but he doesn't like to communicate with people.
He got used to being alone, and his dorm life made him at a loss. Every weekend, he fled back to the compound and waited for the driver to send him back on Monday.
His bedroom is on the 5th floor. There is no elevator in the building. He slowly climbed the stairs.
Because I was holding the drawing board, I sweated a little when I walked to the door.
The roommates were all in the room. After hearing the movement, they looked at the door and saw that he was back. They all turned back.
Xie Ning's relationship with his roommate is not good, he doesn't like to talk to people, and his roommate never interrupts when chatting, and is slowly rejected by this small group.
Once he had something left in the dormitory, and when he returned to pick it up, he heard his roommate complain about him from behind, saying that he was arrogant and cold, and looked down on them.
Xie Ning was a little stunned and didn't know how to refute.
Later he found out that he was isolated.
But he didn't care.
He is not a person who is keen on communication, and he doesn't mind being alone.
He even thought it was good.
No one will bother him, and no one will pay attention to him.
But today the atmosphere in the bedroom seems a bit wrong.
Xie Ning silently put the drawing board on the ground, not knowing what happened.
He is very sensitive to people's sights. Although those roommates deliberately didn't look at him, Xie Ning could feel that someone would come and take a look.
Xie Ning lowered her head, ignoring the seemingly non-existent gazes, and planned to tidy up the things on the table.
Then his face changed.
A draft he had just completed last week was torn to pieces by someone unknown and threw it on the table. Fupin Chinese