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Chapter 8 Rose - Oil Painting
Less than two months after school started, Jiang Limei became the "leader" of the girls in the first grade of Ancheng No. [-] Middle School. Everywhere she went, people called her:
"Brother Jiang!"

The cause was that autumn outing.

Jiang Limei went to the village at the foot of the mountain with two large boxes of freshly cut fruits she brought, and borrowed a fire-making tool—a blower.The kind used for cooking in my bungalow is rusty and windy.

Very easy to use, the only downside is that it is very heavy.

Jiang Limei was carrying it alone—yes, she was carrying it on her shoulders, with her head tilted, her expression unsightly, and when she reached the top of the mountain, Jiang Limei's cheeks were wet with sweat, and her school uniform was covered with a white turtleneck sweater. Dusty.

"Did it cost money to rent?"

"No, I exchanged it with fruit. I discussed with them and lent us half an hour, and I will send it off later."

Jiang Limei squatted by the stream to wash her face. The stream was so cold that her fingertips were numb.She explained to her classmates:

"I don't know the price of this thing. It's not good to rent it for money. If you give too much, they won't take it. If you give less, they will worry that we will take the thing away. I will exchange it with fruits and food, and I will say something nice. People see us as students and will help."

The girls looked at each other after hearing this, Jiang Limei looked at her delicately, why is she so thoughtful?

"you are great."

"Don't brag." Jiang Limei tied up her hair again, and she became clean and tidy again from a disheveled face: "It will be used up in a while, so you can move it and return it to someone else. I won't move it, this thing is too heavy."

With the blower, the barbecue grill started a fire after three blows. Jiang Limei gained experience, and she also carried forward her spirit to help other groups in other classes who failed to start a fire.

That's how Jiang Ge got his name.

It was November in a blink of an eye.

The winter of this year is strange. In the past, there have been two or three snowfalls in Ancheng in November, but this year God seems to be holding back his temper. The temperature has plummeted all the way, making people shiver with cold, but there is not a single snowflake.

It was dry and cold, and the whole city seemed to be sealed in an ice cellar.

The school is very lively.

As a provincial key high school, Ancheng No. [-] Middle School responds to the call of the education/bureau. Every year at the end of November, the school art festival will be held. Classes will sign up for talent shows. On the day of the art festival, parents will be invited to watch and visit the school by the way to promote the image of the school. .

Senior three had to prepare for the exam, so by default they would not take part. Ren Yu's senior high school key science class was the same. He refused all entertainment activities and had self-study in the classroom on the day of the art festival.Despite the noise and excitement on the playground, they only devoted themselves to the May [-]rd simulation, and the classroom was as quiet as a pin drop.

Ren Yu was immersed in solving a function problem when he heard a rustling sound from the back door of the class. He didn't look back until Zuo Jing who was sitting in the back seat poked him on the back with the tip of a pen:
"Your brother is outside, looking for you?"

Ren Yu's side is pure-hearted and ascetic, but Ren Xun is excited and nervous.In the liberal arts and art class he was in, the entire class was art students who had to take the art test, those who learned to dance, those who learned to perform, those who learned to broadcast and host, and those who studied art like Ren Xun.

Ren Xun, as the head of the Culture and Entertainment Department of the Student Union, is extraordinarily busy. In addition to an oil painting participating in the exhibition, he is also in charge of organizing the stage of the art festival.

Ren Yu walked out of the classroom lightly. Ren Xun was still panting. He ran from the playground stage to the teaching building. He had a staff card on his chest, and his hair was soaked in sweat and hung on his forehead. Stand up.

"Brother! Come and help me!"

They have exactly the same face, but when they stand together, they seem to be separated by an invisible wall, like fireworks and ice, Ren Yu frowned slightly: "I'm studying in class, please keep your voice down."

Ren Xun wiped off his sweat casually, and said in a low voice, "I'm busy there, my parents have arrived at the school gate, and they said they couldn't find a parking space, can you go and pick it up?"

He tore off his work card from his neck and handed it to Ren Yu: "Here's this for you. The school is in chaos today and the guards are strict. If you don't take this card, he won't let you out of the school."

The noise of adjusting the audio system came from the main stage, and some people were trying out the microphone, which was piercing, distant and piercing.

The show is about to start.

The stairs were crowded, and there were students carrying tables and chairs. Ren Yu took a shortcut and took the corridor between the second floor and the first floor. From the first floor to the school gate, it was faster and more convenient.

The exhibition of calligraphy and painting works of the art festival is located in the main hall on the first floor of the first floor, with several display cabinets.

Jiang Limei and Yao Meng went to the toilet to change their costumes, and when they came out, they passed by the exhibition, and unconsciously slowed down.Jiang Limei stood in front of an oil painting, tilting her head to look carefully.

Yao Meng couldn't understand the painting, but seeing Jiang Limei was fascinated by it, she was very curious: "What's wrong?"

"The level is good." Jiang Limei commented.

"How can you tell that the level is good?"

The oil painting is a corner of the campus—the corner from the basketball court to the second-year teaching building, where you can see the flagpole and the colorful awnings of the playground stands.But the author did not use a realistic style, but depicted the teaching building as imagined. For a while, it lost the seriousness of the school, and it looked like a playground or an idyllic poem.

"It's a very standard Rococo style. It's very difficult to pay attention to delicate and complex colors."

Jiang Limei pointed to the top of the teaching building, which was originally a bare lightning rod, but in the author's imagination, it was painted as a church cherub.The powder blue sky, the mint green exterior walls, and the window sills are lined with golden edges, like golden sunshine.

Exaggerated and harmonious, it is a romance that sings at the risk of death.

Jiang Limei has been drawing since elementary school, and she is very sensitive to color. This painting uses bold colors, which can be seen at a glance among all the paintings. I wonder if it is the author's careful thought of participating in the exhibition, so that his painting can be ranked in the C position.

She was very interested and looked at the painting for a long time.

Yao Meng was bored, so he went to look at the author's name in the lower right corner—Gao [-]th Class, Ren Xun.

"Oh, no wonder." Yao Meng suddenly realized: "Ren Xun, he is just like you, he studied painting, and now he is in an art class, so he should be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts."

As an art student, it's no wonder that his level is outstanding, and he is a lot of people.

Jiang Limei's eyes became brighter, out of curiosity about "insiders": "Do you know him?"

"I know him! I was in the same class as him in junior high school. Later, I got sick for a while and stayed in the first grade. Otherwise, I should be in the second year of high school like him this year."

Yao Meng continued to popularize science with Jiang Limei Ren Xun:

"Ren Xun is very popular, has a lot of friends, and has many friends in society. He is handsome, has a good personality, can draw, sing, and can play ball. Unfortunately, his grades are at the bottom of the list. I was a good student in junior high school. A friend even wrote him a love letter, but the original was returned, and she cried for a long time."

Jiang Limei made a mark in her heart for Ren Xun, whom she had never met before—a student scumbag with full buffs and the ability to show off.

But in her opinion, these advantages are not as good as this painting.She stared at the painting, a little reluctant to look away.

The art enlightenment teacher said that Jiang Limei's current painting level is not enough to have an objective evaluation of other people's works, but this does not mean that she has no aesthetics.If she encounters a painting that suits her heart, it proves that she is close to the author's aesthetics, and she can't control her interest in the person behind the painting.

"Oh, by the way, Ren Xun is a twin, he is a younger brother, and his elder brother Ren Yu is completely different from him," Yao Meng continued, "Ren Yu is a top student, born to the same parents, the gap is huge. "

Jiang Limei found it interesting: "How big is it?"

"Ren Yu is also in our school. He is in the science key class. He is the kind of seedling who rushed to Qingbei. Maybe the top student is only interested in studying, and he is not interested in other things. It's a little bit."

Yao Meng racked her brains and came up with a word—Naturally dumb.

It seems that there is no social interaction, and he is indifferent to everyone and everything, clear and cold, and does not like to talk.Probably because Xueba disdains to associate with mortals.

"Do they look alike?"

"Like! Twins, of course."

"Can the people around you tell the two of them apart?"

"It's clear." Yao Meng is very sure: "If you are familiar with each other, you will be able to tell the difference. Besides, the two of them are different in everything except their faces. You don't need to talk at the stop, you will know."

Jiang Limei's curiosity reached the peak at this moment, coincidentally, she has never seen twins since she was a child, and she really wants to meet this Ren Xun and Ren Yu.

Parents of students came in in twos and threes from the main entrance. Some of them would stop in front of the display cabinets to admire for a while, and then go straight to the big stage of the playground.

In the process of children's growth, there are rare moments that attract people's attention. Many parents come with cameras and want to record them.

Ren Yu walked against the flow of people, towards the school gate, passed by the hall of the first grader, and saw Jiang Limei at a glance.

This was the third time he had run into her in the past two months.For a school with 3000 students in three grades, he didn't know whether the probability was high.

Jiang Limei is wearing a fiery red long dress, her hair is tied into a round bun behind her head, and there are complicated decorations on the sleeves, layers of shiny bead chains, which are their class performance costumes, but they are more eye-catching. It's the tiny earrings on her earlobes.

The first time they met, Ren Yu was attracted by the light.

He saw Jiang Limei talking to the girl next to her. The two chattered, not knowing what the topic was, but Jiang Limei's eyes lingered on a painting in front of her from beginning to end.

Ren Yu didn't know how long he hesitated.

It might be seconds, it might be minutes.

He can precisely control the time during the exam, how many minutes, how many questions should be done, but now the timer in his mind seems to have stopped, he stopped and stopped far away, just struggling, should he go up to say hello .

In fact, it is not difficult.

Say hello, do you remember me, I was the one who met you at the podium on the day of the opening ceremony.

My name is Ren Yu.

In fact, it is really not difficult.It is much simpler than those math problems with a bunch of formulas facing each other.

But Ren Yu's hand was hanging by his side, clenched and clenched, the voice in his head changed from muttering to clamoring, he still didn't dare to take a step towards Jiang Limei's direction.

Yao Meng rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch: "Let's go, don't be late for the show."

She pulled Jiang Limei, but as soon as she turned around, she saw a boy in school uniform standing silently at the corner of the hall. Amidst the chaos of people coming and going, he was as quiet and tall as Bai Yang. I wonder if he was looking at them, without saying a word .

What is he doing there?
Yao Meng didn't wear glasses, squinted his eyes to look at it, and then said: "Ren Yu!"

Say Cao Cao Cao Cao is here!

Yao Meng and Ren Xun are very familiar, and Ren Yu is considered familiar, but it does not prevent her from running forward: "Ren Yu?"

The last sound is raised up.

She felt that she read it right, this was Ren Yu, the school uniform was zippered to the bottom of her chin, there were no weird graffiti, she stood upright when she was standing, she didn't sway from side to side, and swayed from side to side.Blessed with thin-rimmed glasses, her eyes are calm, and she looks like a well-behaved student.

But on the work card hanging on his chest, there are clear big characters and photos on it: Senior Class [-], Ren Xun.

what's the situation!
Yao Meng stopped, a little dazed.

"What's wrong." Jiang Limei tugged at her sleeve: "Is this the elder brother or the younger brother?"

Yao Meng: "I can't tell the difference"

Jiang Limei almost rolled her eyes, who said she recognized her at a glance just now? ? ?

Yao Meng also felt embarrassed, and was afraid of admitting his mistake, so she simply pulled Jiang Limei and ran away. The two little girls ran fast, their fiery red skirts dangling, and quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Ren Yu stood there for a while, and finally walked forward.

He stood where Jiang Limei had just stood, looked at the display cabinet, and faced an oil painting with an elegant composition and bold colors.

Ren Yu knew that this was Ren Xun's, he had seen Ren Xun drafting the painting at home.

When they were young, they went to interest classes together. Ren Xun carried drawing boards and paints, and his schoolbag contained Mathematical Olympiad questions.

Interests and hobbies are the same as personality, there is no trace to be found, talent is the first, there is no distinction between good and bad.Ren Yu has always thought so.

But at this moment, he was staring at the name card under the drawing paper and the name on the work permit on his chest, feeling suddenly depressed.

He hopes that he also has the same talent as his brother, painting, or something else.

At least it will make her notice.

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On the same day, Ren Yu skipped class for the first time in his student life.

After receiving his parents, he did not go back to the classroom for self-study, but secretly went to the playground.

The show was performed in class order. After waiting for a long time, Ren Yu finally saw the long red dress. They lined up on the stage and stood at the pre-set positions.

It's a chorus.

In the cold wind of deep winter, wearing a skirt as red as a flame, singing spring.

Jiang Limei was the lead singer, standing in the center of the crowd, with a standing microphone in front of her, her back straight, her chin raised high, and her smile bright.

The wind was very strong that day, the singing sound was sandwiched by the wind, collected by the microphone and spread in all directions, passing through the crowded and noisy playground, but Ren Yu could hear it clearly, he will always remember that day, she seemed to be singing in his ear, so close.

The chorus received a lot of applause. Jiang Limei stepped off the stage. A well-dressed middle-aged woman stepped forward and gave her a hug and a bouquet of flowers. It should be her mother.

Ren Xun didn't know when he stood next to Ren Yu. He flipped through the program list in his hand and muttered to himself: "Which class is this?" Then he handed it to Ren Yu: "Brother, help me get it, I'll go to the backstage to watch it." Look."

Ren Yu took the program list, and unconsciously twisted the corners of the paper a few times with his fingertips, feeling as nervous as watching the competition results.

Finally found it.

Class [-], Senior [-], chorus, lead singer: Jiang Limei.

He finally knew how to spell her name.Rose of dawn.

It was a bad day, with a cold wind and no sun.But Ren Yu clearly felt the sunshine.

Breaking through the clouds, it shone solidly on his back.

(End of this chapter)