wood builder

Chapter 4 Dou Gong · War Book
Later, He Ying chose the School of Architecture of Tianyang University as a volunteer for the college entrance examination.

It's not because of the recommendation of the teacher of the professional course, but because Tianyang University has opened a major of ancient architecture.

Architecture and traditional Chinese painting sound like two unrelated majors, but she has miraculously found a balance point:
Paintings of ancient buildings.

This is also the only way she can think of to inherit her grandfather's behest.

In the following days, apart from attending classes normally and working on ancient construction projects with her instructor, He Ying also went to seek medical treatment with her parents during the holidays, and her life was as colorful as ever.

It's just that she lied about one thing and never mentioned it to anyone.

Intermittent red-green color blindness, not from childhood.

Although ten years have passed since the tragic earthquake, the images of houses collapsing, clay sculptures destroyed, and paint hanging on scaffolding splashed everywhere when the earth shook still linger in her mind .

That was the first time she traveled with her grandfather to Sichuan to restore the painted sculptures of the ancient buildings of Pingwu Baoen Temple.

For a month, she has watched her grandpa climb up and down every day, filling in and painting the mighty painted sculptures.

Seeing that grandpa can play with me everywhere after finishing work, but I don't want an earthquake to happen.He Ying, who was playing hide-and-seek with other friends, was rushed out of the Palace of Heavenly Kings by the staff, but his grandfather was hit by the collapsed roof because he was saving someone.

When the grandfather under the ruins was carried out by the rescue team, he was already dying.

He Ying, who is under eight years old, still has a vague concept of life and death.

The rest of the staff were wiping away tears.

But because she saw that her grandfather was covered in green paint, she lay beside her and shouted:

"Grandpa! Grandpa, wake up! Your face is stained with paint! Get up and wipe it off!"

It wasn't until her grandfather woke up that she realized that it wasn't green paint at all, but the blood from his wound.

"He Ying? He Ying, don't do this."

Lin Ru's voice brought He Ying back to reality.

Seeing her pale face and cold sweat on her forehead, her tone softened:
"I know you really want to prove yourself, and you also have the determination to inherit ancient Chinese architecture."

"But apart from being sorry, what I want to tell you is that if you want to promote ancient architecture, you must look at the whole world, and don't always be limited to the world of ancient Chinese architecture, otherwise your eyesight will only become shorter and shorter. shallow."

If it was too much, I didn't continue.

Lin Ru pursed her thin lips, stood in the door of the classroom, her shoulders slumped, and she hardly dared to look directly at He Ying.

There was a firmness and coldness in her eyes that he had never seen before, and the sharpness of the pupils rushed out of the water, like a lightning bolt straight into the bottom of his heart, smashing his remaining pride to pieces.

Yes.

I plunged headlong into the ancient architecture major with only one student, and I can persist to this day without hesitation.

He Ying herself has tenacity and hard work that are different from ordinary people.

And the girl in front of Lin Ru couldn't believe it at this time, the aspiring young man who had talked with him about inheriting ancient Chinese architecture would say such a thing today.

She was speechless at this.

"He Ying, you know, I have always admired your talent very much. Although you did not come from a major in the Academy of Fine Arts, you are talented in color painting."

Seeing that He Ying's face returned to normal, Lin Ru pointed to the aggrieved people who returned to their seats, and said earnestly:

"What they said was really too much. I apologize to you on their behalf. But eyes are a big deal. I think you might as well give up this ancient architecture competition and let Jingyi's father entrust you with a relationship to send you to treatment."

To He Ying's ears, these words seemed unreasonable.

If Chen Jingyi really wanted to help, why bother embarrassing herself in public?
He Ying, who originally wanted to leave silently, no longer wanted to remain silent:

"The senior asked me to leave the group, is it because we have different positions, or is it because of my color blindness?"

"Of course the positions are different!"

He Ying secretly rejoiced.

Fortunately.

The reason why the comrades-in-arms who fought side by side with me now stand on the opposite side is not to discriminate against me, but simply to have a different stand.

"Since that's the case, it's useless to say more. I think it's better for us to compete on the field."

She looked up into Lin Ru's eyes, her tone was still calm and calm:
"As for my eyes, thank you very much for your kindness, but I am not related to Chen Jingyi, so I don't need her to worry about it."

After she finished speaking, she left without looking back.

However, no sooner had Lin Ru returned to the classroom than there was a "呲啦" sound in the classroom, and the screeching sound of tables and chairs rubbing against the ground.

After the sneer, the words are even more unceremonious:

"I said that you are a room full of men and women. If you kick someone out, you still need them to thank you. You are indeed the best architectural talent in Tianyang, and you can play so many tricks when you bully people!"

"You can play tricks!"

Everyone turned around and looked around.

At the back of the classroom by the window, a boy wearing a bright yellow sweater and a chestnut-colored natural curly hair was yawning and resting his long legs on the table in front of him.

Two brown pupils glanced at everyone with disdain.

The short senior made a "tsk", stepped forward and asked, "Which department are you from? Why are you eavesdropping on our meeting here?"

"Hey~ Don't get me wrong." The boy shrugged indifferently, "I was waiting for someone here, waiting and falling asleep, I didn't mean to hear you having a meeting."

"Then please go out now, we are going to continue the meeting."

"What? This classroom is named after you? Can't others stay?"

Facing the domineering attitude of the short senior, the boy was unmoved.

Simply kicking on the edge of the table with two feet, the whole person took the chair and leaned back and forward, back and forth, making the "creak" sound of friction between the chair and the ground.

Seeing this, Lin Ru hurried over to stop him:
"Student, we are from the Department of Architecture. This classroom was specially approved by Professor Tan Weimin for us to use alone during the competition. It is all for Tianyang's honor, don't take it too seriously."

"For the sake of Tianyang ~ for the collective honor ~ so what are you going to use? Baroque style works competition ~ I heard."

The boy raised his head and grinned at Lin Ru, his words were full of sarcasm:

"I really don't understand you people, the national treasures passed down from the ancestors, foreigners begging to buy them back for offerings, but you don't care about them. You worship Western architecture so much and think everything is good from foreign countries. Why don't you just recognize it? Foreign father?"

"you!"

Facing the boy's rude words, Lin Ru was about to step forward to argue, but the short-haired senior sister grabbed the corner of his clothes:
"Lin Ru, don't reason with him. This man is notoriously ignorant, but he is just looking for a sense of existence here because he has a little money at home."

"Unlearned and incompetent? This really makes you right!"

The boy put his legs down and stood up straight away. His broad shoulders and thin waist of [-] invisibly gave Lin Ru a sense of oppression:

"Otherwise, why would Professor Tan let me come and listen to you publicly laughing at a female classmate with color blindness?"

"You were recommended by Professor Tan?"

Lin Ru was taken aback for a moment, and realized the point.

I did mention to Professor Tan that there is a lack of a team member who is good at carving, and I hope he can recommend candidates. Professor Tan did say that there is someone who is more suitable.

But later, because he found Chen Jingyi from the Academy of Fine Arts, he put this matter behind him.

"The person who is proficient in woodcarving recommended by Professor Tan is you?"

"But I'm not interested in joining you."

Seeing that the boy didn't deny it, Lin Ru straightened his neck again, barely making eye contact with the boy:

"The craftsmanship that even Professor Tan recognizes is definitely not wrong. But here, no matter how good a person's craftsmanship is, I won't approve of it if his character is bad."

"Who cares about your approval?"

The boy knocked Lin Ru's shoulder away with a "cut", and walked out of the classroom.

But when he passed by Chen Jingyi, he couldn't help but stop, picked up a structural diagram and shook his head with a "tsk tsk":
"Sculpture is a flower, right? Seeing that you are half of my colleagues, I advise you. Don't hang around the plaster of David and Venus all day long, making your vision so narrow."

"Go to the great rivers and mountains of the motherland to see more, and see the stone carvings and murals of the four major grottoes in Dunhuang, Yungang, Longmen, and Maijishan. Go to Xiaoxitian, Xixian County, Linfen, Shanxi, and see what is the swan song of woodcarving and hanging sculptures. Look at BJ Siheyuan, Hangzhou Yuewang Temple, Xueyan Former Residence, Chen Family Ancestral Hall, you can appreciate the stability of the Beijing style of brick carving, the fineness of the Su style, the pattern of the Jin style, the delicacy of the Cantonese style, and the delicateness of the Anhui style."

When he said this, he gently dropped Chen Jingyi's blueprint:

"At that time, you will talk about it again, saying, what is the beauty of architecture and sculpture!"

"you"

Chen Jingyi, who has always been held high by her teachers and classmates, has never seen such a posture before. She wanted to refute, but found that she couldn't even utter a complete sentence at this time.

"Jingyi, you don't need to talk nonsense with him."

The short-haired senior couldn't see it, she protected Chen Jingyi behind her, then turned around and sneered at the boy:

"If you are really capable, use your wood carvings to win the finalists of this ancient architecture competition!"

"that is!"

The glasses senior is not to be outdone:
"The work of the municipal entry competition is to restore an ancient building in proportion. What's the use of your hype? Restoring an ancient building is not just talking about it."

"Looking down on people?" The boy turned his head to look at Lin Ru, a trace of determination suddenly appeared in his eyes, "Do you dare to take a gamble?"

Lin Ru also became imposing: "What are you betting on?"

"If I use Chinese-style ancient buildings to win a higher score than you in the city-level finalist competition and be shortlisted, you will give my work three kowtows! On the contrary, I will give your work three kowtows! Dare?"

"Hmph." Lin Ru smiled disdainfully, "It's up to you?"

The boy turned his eyes around the classroom, and although he was alone, he still nodded fearlessly:
"I am alone, enough!"

"You are not qualified for the competition alone!" The short senior approached and mocked, "Can you be more realistic?"

"One week later, the deadline for registration." The short-haired senior sister also walked forward with her arms folded, her eyes full of arrogance, "You'd better form a team first and then talk about it! Otherwise, we have so many people bullying you, and you won't be able to win if you win Wu, why waste your time?"

Lin Ru also felt that betting with such a person was indeed a waste of time.

He greeted the team members to prepare to continue the meeting, and then patted the boy on the shoulder: "For today, just pretend you didn't say it."

The others laughed.

What else does the boy want to say.

Then I heard a clear and clear voice outside the door:
"Who said there was only one person for him!"

He Ying, who just walked away silently, stood at the door of the classroom at some point.

When she left, the expression of disappointment that she refused to show was gone, replaced by confidence and elegance.She stepped into the classroom with her head held high, stood beside the boy and looked at Lin Ru.

With bright red and small red lips, he spit out a few words neatly: "He is not alone, there is also me."

The boy grinned instantly.

The sunlight outside the window just happened to come in directly through the glass window, covering He Ying's body with a layer of dazzling golden light.The golden light beam is more like an invisible letter of war, lying between the two teams.

Everyone is tacit.

At this time, if you say any more sarcasm, it will only appear pale and weak.

challenge.

It is the only choice to defend your dignity.

"Okay! We accept the challenge!" Lin Ru slightly parted his lips, and stretched out his hand to the boy in front of him, "I'm an architecture student, Lin Ru, a junior, and I haven't asked my name yet."

Seeing this, the boy reluctantly stretched out a hand inserted into his trouser pocket, and shook Lin Ru firmly:
"Ancient buildings, freshmen, early Mingchen."

(End of this chapter)