Several times in dreams

Chapter 181 The Confusion of the Ivory Tower
Originally, I thought going to college was easier than going to high school. In Zhang Xueqing's imagination, the girls of the Academy of Fine Arts wore white dresses every day, held a picture folder, and splashed ink among the famous mountains and rivers, as chic as the wind.

Unexpectedly, in addition to sketching, she also needs to learn a lot of theoretical knowledge, which makes Zhang Xueqing feel very boring.

Zhang Xueqing doesn't like "A Brief History of Clothing", "Clothing Marketing" and "Clothing Consumer Psychology". Her favorite courses are "Clothing Painting Techniques" and "Clothing Colorology" and so on.

She likes the practical part. Many students start learning by stepping on the thread on the machine. Zhang Xueqing is different. Yuhui bought a sewing machine a long time ago. Zhang Xueqing liked to play with it when she was in high school. A skilled craftsman.

As for tailoring, although Zhang Xueqing has just started learning, when she was at home, her grandma Meng Wanying made clothes by herself. She bought fabrics and drew lines and cut them herself. Zhang Xueqing once helped her grandma cut clothes.

Every half a month, Zhang Xueqing has to call Yuhui at the agreed time to report her safety. Every dormitory building has a telephone. It should not exceed 5 minutes.

Zhang Xueqing gave it up to someone else within 5 minutes, because Yuhui had to educate her at length every time on the phone, to study hard, why not come back too late at night, Zhang Xueqing thought to herself, even if I want to come back late, I have to be able to Come in, it closes after ten o'clock, if I don't go back to the dormitory, is it possible that I have to sleep on the street?

Every time it was the same topic, Zhang Xueqing often just reported that she was safe, and lied about going to the library to study, so she was able to escape.

Zhang Xueqing actually went to the library, but not to study, but to read the fashion magazine brought by her classmate Yuan Weiwei, which is published in Hong Kong every month. Come.

It was agreed that it was Zhang Xueqing's turn to read it today, so Zhang Xueqing saved her food expenses and invited Yuan Weiwei to eat ice cream once. Zhang Xueqing felt that it was worthwhile to treat her to eat twice. This kind of magazine is unattainable, and it is also the best way to understand the world's fashion trends. a channel.

When we arrived at the library, Yuan Weiwei hadn't come yet. Zhang Xueqing first looked for a few related books, and waited until almost eight o'clock before Yuan Weiwei walked in slowly, carrying a canvas bag.

"Yuan Weiwei, you are here!" Zhang Xueqing greeted in a low voice.

"Don't mention it, my aunt doesn't want to move when she comes. If I didn't think you were still waiting for me, I wouldn't come."

"Yuan Weiwei, you are too trustworthy. If I knew you were not feeling well, I would ask you to get it! Are you feeling better now?" Zhang Xueqing asked with concern.

"What's the matter? My stomach hurts like hell! I wanted to find some brown sugar ginger water to drink, but I asked several people and found nothing." Yuan Weiwei lay listlessly on the table.

"Let me tell you earlier, I have it there, and it's still new. My mother insisted on letting me bring it. I never drink it. I'll give it to you. Let's get it now!"

The two girls were laughing and joking as they walked, and soon came to the dormitory. Zhang Xueqing put the canvas bag on the table, climbed to her upper bunk, opened the suitcase, and rummaged through the bag of ginger brown sugar.

"I found it!" Zhang Xueqing raised the brown sugar bag in Yuan Weiwei's hand, and deftly got down from the upper bunk.

"Zhang Xueqing, I found that you are very dexterous, like a monkey. I am very careful every time I go up and down, for fear of falling." Yuan Weiwei took the brown sugar, "Thank you! You must take good care of my book! Don't break it, after reading it Give it to me quickly."

"Don't worry! Do you know what my background is? I'm a gymnast. I could do a series of somersaults back then! With a big top, I can stand against the wall for an hour!" Zhang Xueqing said with a smile.

"Just bragging! Show me a big top." Yuan Weiwei didn't believe it.

"You still don't believe me? I'll open your eyes today." After all, Zhang Xueqing was still a child, and she was so serious about everything she did.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were not many people in the dormitory, Zhang Xueqing aimed at a blank wall at the door, put her hands on the ground and flipped it over.

"Oh, it's really good! Come down, make sense." Yuan Weiwei laughed.

I haven't held a big top for many years, and my body has become a lot heavier. Zhang Xueqing felt that her arms could not support it. She kicked off the wall and was about to fall down, but the direction was deviated, and one leg fell to the table next to her, and she kicked herself. The cup kicked down, and the person fell to the ground.

"Oh, no pain from the fall!" Yuan Weiwei quickly helped her up, "Let you show off!"

"It's okay, it's just that one leg slipped, I'm old, and my skills are not good!" Zhang Xueqing patted the dirt on her body to laugh at herself.

"It's broken! My book!" Yuan Weiwei saw that a whole glass of water had been spilled on the magazine.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Zhang Xueqing quickly shook off the water on the bag, the canvas bag had already been soaked, Zhang Xueqing took out the impurities, and the cover was already wrinkled.

"Look at you! I told you not to be brave! You pay for my book!" Yuan Weiwei's expression changed.

"I'll pay, I'll pay! I'll pay you how much!" Zhang Xueqing apologized hastily.

"Can you afford it? It's not about money. I've bought this book for half a month, and now it's no longer available in the market. How can you pay?" Yuan Weiwei sneered.

"Then I'll pay you back! No...it's double!" Zhang Xueqing bit her lip, she really wanted to punch herself twice, it's okay to get a big top!
"Who cares about your money, don't even think about reading my books in the future! Country bumpkin!" Yuan Weiwei took the book and bag and left.

"You!" Zhang Xueqing blushed, how could this person insult people like this!
"The brown sugar I gave you, leave it for yourself to drink!" Yuan Weiwei found that the bag of brown sugar was still in his hand after walking out the door, walked back and threw it on the table, and left without looking back.

The brown sugar exploded on the table, and the brown sugar was scattered all over the table. Zhang Xueqing was cleaning while crying, and the people in the same dormitory were silent, doing their own things silently.

Zhang Xueqing suffered from insomnia that night. For the first time since she left home, she felt helpless and lost.

In the ten years by her mother's side, she often felt like a bird in a cage. She was educated and cared for all day long, and she didn't have to think about anything by herself. So Zhang Xueqing really felt Like being released from a cage, the feeling of freedom made her reluctant to leave.

She remembered what her mother often said on the phone, that she was an adult when she went to college, and she had to be responsible in what she said and did, and she had to think about the consequences, and even more so, she had to be brave enough to bear the consequences.

Yu Hui also said that if you want others to look up to you, you have to work harder. You must be able to endure hardships in both study and life without being hypocritical. up.

At this moment, Zhang Xueqing suddenly felt that what her mother said was right.

From that day on, Zhang Xueqing redoubled her efforts to study, and her grades in every subject were among the best.

After the sophomore year, clothing pattern making and draping were added to the course, which made it more difficult. Zhang Xueqing didn't feel the difficulty, but felt it was a challenge.

She spends every day in the library, looking up information, drawing drawings, and doing practical operations in the computer room when she has free time, focusing on making the best results for her works.

In the winter of 1990, Zhang Xueqing had an opportunity to participate in a fashion competition.

(End of this chapter)