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Chapter 175, Lost Soul, Bursting with Inspiration (Please Subscribe!)

After entering the campus, thinking that there was still a lot of information that had not been checked, and thinking that the studio was alone, Lu An, who walked halfway along the path, turned back and went to the library instead.

After entering November, the weather in Jinling is getting colder and colder. I just don’t know if it will snow here?It would be extremely wonderful to go to the Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge and the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum in snowy days.

On the way, Lu An saw Liu Lele and Liu Jiaquan from a long distance away. The two seemed to be having a conflict. Liu Lele kicked Liu Jiaquan several times angrily. Liu Jiaquan, who always regarded himself as the big brother in the dormitory, was not angry. Hug, and finally pulled Liu Lele away.

Seeing this scene, he suddenly remembered Sun Long's words that a man in love usually only has half of his brain, and the other half is in a woman's crotch.

There are as many people in the library as in the vegetable market. The only difference is that it is very quiet. Another difference is that there are no grandpas and aunts. It is not uncommon for boys and girls to catch up and walk together.

Looking up from the first floor, Lu An had a bad taste, which beautiful woman will he meet today?
Chen Mai?

Or Su Mi?

Anyway, I won't meet Huang Ting, this girl is outside.

Speaking of Huang Ting, Lu An subconsciously raised his right arm to look at it, and was immediately envious, he was still guarding his body like a jade, this thing is already a mess, it's really shit that can't stop it.

Hey.
When he is alone, he usually likes to entertain himself with the spirit of Ah Q, which makes him feel more comfortable and energetic.

Find the books you want in the reading room, then walk around the seating area, and find that it is overcrowded and there is no seat at all.

He didn't meet a single acquaintance, and he didn't have a single person to keep him. Lu An, who was thinking so in his heart, left the reading room 302, and then walked to the study room. There were more people here. fainted.

I met quite a few acquaintances, some in the class and some in the class next door, but there was no room around him. Just when he lost his patience and was about to leave, a hand suddenly appeared in his sight. He held it in front of his chest, but the owner of his hand was silently calling him.

Across two rows, Li Mengsu, with a smile on his face, beckoned him to pass, there was a seat.

Without thinking too much, at this moment, Lu An was like meeting an oasis in the desert, his eyes were so bright that he panicked, and he strung up to them all at once.

But before she had time to sit down, Lu An was stunned for a moment, she didn't pay attention to it just now, she never thought that Su Mi was there, at this moment she and Lu An quietly looked at each other, then lowered their heads and continued to read and do the questions, treating him like nothing.

Li Mengsu took away the bag on his right and beckoned him to sit down.

Lu An lowered his voice to express his gratitude: "The seat is so tight, I am confused, thank you."

Li Mengsu said: "You don't need to thank me, it's because you are lucky, a senior sister just left."

Lu Ann looked around, "Why are you two alone? Where are they?"

Li Mengsu told him: "Runrun and Xiuxiu are in the small study room next door, while Yingying and Yating went to the classroom."

"It's a bit cold in the classroom this day," LuAnn said.

Li Mengsu echoed: "Yes, we went there once before, and our fingers were too cold to hold a pen."

Later she asked, "Do you often go to the library too?"

Lu An looked around at the dark heads, and said truthfully: "I come here often, but I usually leave after borrowing books."

Li Mengsu asked: "Is there no seat?"

Lu Ann hummed: "It's too difficult, this seat is rarer than gold."

Thinking of the scene of him and Huang Ting eating alone in the restaurant, Li Mengsu felt an inexplicable sense of urgency. After hesitating for a moment, his heart beat and he plucked up the courage to say tentatively:

"Su Mi and I usually come earlier. If you need it, I can reserve a seat for you."

Hearing this, Su Mi, who was doing a quiz next to him, couldn't help but glance at his best friend, and then at Lu An secretly.

Lu Ann stared into her eyes, saw her sober, thought he was thinking too much, and said hello right away.

"Uh-huh.!"

Suddenly, a girl on the other side of the table gave a long hum. Lu An and Li Mengsu looked at each other, and immediately stopped talking.

It's a sin to speak in such a low voice, but I didn't expect to disturb others.

For the next two hours, Lu An was quietly reading and looking for information, but the rain outside did not stop. Suddenly, just as he raised his head to rest, a thought popped into his mind:
If you use Oracle-style brushwork, open composition, the distribution of picture elements in Chinese landscape painting, and combine the artistic conception of time and space created by yourself, can you paint the rain?

Can you draw the winter in Jinling?
Can you draw pictures of nature?
When the thought came together, his mood suddenly became unsettled, turbulent, surging, and his whole body seemed to have a flame burning
Staring fixedly out of the window, looking at the light, shadow and rain in the blackness outside the window, he was so inspired that he even drew up the names of three oil paintings in advance: "Night Rain", "Winter in Jinling" and "Ode to Nature" ".

His sight could not be separated from the night outside the window, and another idea came to his mind, using pure black and white colors, oracle-style brushstrokes, and non-figurative expressions to show the wonders of the original landscape in the soul.
What is the name of this painting?
What's the name of the fourth picture?

Worried Lu Ann was stuck for a moment, he felt that the fourth conception was unprecedented, if he could create it himself, its influence would definitely surpass that of "Eternity".

Is it the name...?
He didn't know what name to use to define it, and felt that a specific name could not define it.

Should it be called "Untitled"?
Together with "Untitled", his heart suddenly opened up, and the lightning outside shone in the dark rain, like a ray of hope, hoo!The implication is so fucking insane.

Li Mengsu noticed Lu An's strangeness at the first time, and Su Mi gradually discovered it too. The two women looked at each other, feeling very confused. Why was Lu An staring out the window in a daze?

What kind of stay can make him spend half an hour at a time?
Why are you in a daze with smirks all over your face?

Following his line of sight, Su Mi and Li Mengsu contemplated for a long time facing the dark night, but their necks were sore, and they didn't see any tricks.

Li Mengsu wanted to reach out to pat him to wake him up, but when he stretched out halfway, he retracted by mistake, and wrote a note to his best friend: What's wrong with him?Will there be a physical problem?

Su Mi pondered for a while, and wrote: It should not be a problem, but as if he thought of something interesting.

Su Mi was able to make this judgment because her grandfather loved calligraphy and painting collections. He stood in front of the table several times and stared at the "calligraphy and painting" of some famous masters for a long time, full of praise. His appearance was very similar to Lu An's current situation. .

Receiving the reminder from her best friend, Li Mengsu froze for a moment, and immediately thought of that newspaper and the mysterious identity of the "big painter".

After being in a daze, she felt belatedly thankful that she hadn't bothered Lu An rashly just now, otherwise, let alone getting close to him, he would probably hate herself to death, right?

Li Mengsu wrote on the paper: Mimi, thank you.

After reading the note, Su Mi was puzzled.Then he glanced at Lu An, his best friend, and lowered his head to continue reading.

I don't know how long it has been?
When the ideas of the four paintings in his mind were completely finalized, Lu An woke up suddenly, and he was as excited as drinking honey.

Seeing him getting up to leave, Li Mengsu asked caringly, "Going?"

Lu Ann nodded and left without saying a word.

Watching him leave, watching his back disappear at the door, that depressed Li Mengsu, finally looking forward to seeing him once, finally having a chance to get along with him, she didn't care about reading all night, she was sleepwalking, racking her brains Thinking about it, how should I speak after I leave the library after devoting myself to planning?
How should the dialogue be extended?

How to keep him for a walk and a drink without embarrassment?

How about saying goodbye at the door of the dormitory?

She likes Lu Ann so much that she even has infinite visions for the future, such as eating together, watching movies together, and holding hands.
Seeing that one left and the other was stupid, Su Miqiao patted her arm with a smile, packed up her books and left.

Seeing this, Li Mengsu followed out of the study room like a headless chicken.

When she came outside, she looked at her watch and asked, "There is still 40 minutes before closing. Why are you leaving today?"

Su Mi walked ahead and said quietly, "I'm a little hungry."

"hungry?"

Li Mengsu was surprised: "Didn't you have dinner?"

Su Mi smiled knowingly, didn't explain, and didn't expose the fact that she lost her soul.

Trotting all the way back to the studio, Lu An wiped his arms and face indiscriminately, and couldn't wait to fix the easel and mix the paints for painting.

The first painting he painted was the fourth oil painting "Untitled", which he considered the most important, but also the painting with the simplest color.

The rainy night is black, and the sky is slightly gray under the lightning, and the whole painting is composed of these two colors.

In full of emotions, he is very smooth today, coloring, brushing, painting, and repeating this action all night, he even saves the steps of stopping and thinking when painting on weekdays, and paints in one go until 4 o'clock in the morning Just accept the pen.

After painting, Lu An straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the painting in front of him, his eyes, face, and bones were full of satisfaction.

My heart is so comfortable, I really want to look up and laugh three times drunk like Li Bai, it's so happy!He inadvertently completed another work beyond the soul.

Enough to match "Eternity", maybe surpass "Eternity".

I was so excited, so excited that I needed to find someone to talk to and vent.

But look at the watch, look at the sky outside, it's not yet light, who to turn to?
Unable to do so, Lu Ann had no choice but to grab the unfinished half bottle of beer on the table and drink it in one gulp. Later, he didn't stop doing anything, and started to paint the second painting "Night Rain" in one go.

He knows how to play, and is more focused than everyone else when he is serious.

No, it was the afternoon of the second day by accident, and he hadn't noticed the change in the time outside, nor how hungry he was, but the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and he was still very energetic.

The studio was quiet, with only the sound of paintbrushes, but there was almost an uproar outside.

He didn't go back to the dormitory last night when the student council checked the dormitory, and today the student council checked the morning self-study, but he was not there again, and then there was no one in class all day.

The guys in 322 are going crazy, looking for LuAnn everywhere.

Jiang Wan called the BB machine three times, but did not get a reply. Out of personal safety considerations, she planned to report to the hospital.

Finally, Huang Ting reminded, "You go to Ye Run, maybe she knows."

"Yeah, why am I so stupid, why didn't I think of Ye Run, I'm going to find Ye Run now!" Meng Jianlin patted his forehead, and then ran to Class 1 of Finance and Accounting in the opposite teaching building.

322 Others were also worried and wanted to go, but there was a teacher on the podium, so it was unbelievable for them to run away, so they had to suppress their thoughts.

"Ye Run! Ye Run!"

He was so anxious that Meng Jianlin didn't care that Class 1 of Finance and Accounting was in class, so he stretched out his hand to open the door and shouted.

He regretted it after shouting, and found that the teacher in class was the director.

Damn it!

A row of motherfuckers floated through his mind.

Brush brush.
All the students in Class 1 of Finance and Accounting, including the director, all focused their eyes on him.

The director looked serious and asked seriously: "Which class are you in?"

Meng Jianlin muttered, wanting to run away, but he didn't dare, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Class 92, Class 2 Management."

When mentioning this class, the director's first reaction was the class monitor, Lu An, and then his expression softened a little, and he asked again: "The class is not in session, what's the matter with you?"

Meng Jianlin was silent this time, but in the end he couldn't resist the director's pressure and said, "Our monitor is gone."

The director subconsciously asked, "Luan?"

Meng Jianlin nodded.

Hearing this conversation, Ye Run, who was sitting in the third row, stood up abruptly.

Then, regardless of the presence of everyone present, she hurried to the outside of the classroom and asked anxiously, "When did he disappear?"

Meng Jianlin glanced at the director who came out, not daring to lie: "I didn't see you yesterday, he didn't go back to the dormitory last night, Huang Ting from our class said that he came back from off-campus during dinner time."

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Run had already left.

She first went back to the classroom to find the key from the bag, then under the watchful eyes of the whole class, she forgot to say hello to the teacher, and ran all the way to the teacher's apartment.

Seeing Ye Run's actions, the director also reacted, went to the door of the classroom and said "you read the book yourself", and followed to the teacher's apartment.

Seeing Meng Jianlin following him, the director waved his hand: "Go back to class, the school will come forward if something happens, and tell the students not to worry."

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