Reborn Cultural Empire

"Wan Wan?" The bored Yang Yi looked at the large stack of picture albums in front of him, and then at Su Wan beside him, remembering that the girl's nickname could be so " Meng", I couldn't help itching my mouth.

Su Wan raised her head suspiciously, the middle of her forehead was wrinkled into a small "Chuan" character, and the original indifferent face was somewhat blank with questions, which made Yang Yi's heart suddenly churn uncontrollably.

It wasn't until this moment that Su Wan realized that the nasty guy next to him was calling her by his nickname loudly.

In fact, the atmosphere between the two has been very subtle since they left the house in the morning, but they kept talking about comics, and while they were concentrating on this matter, they also ignored the delicate atmosphere between each other.

Until now, Yang Baibai's words out of boredom caused some strange feelings in Su Wan's heart.

Reminiscent of the usual days when those neighbors were constantly making insinuations about her relationship with the boy next to her, Su Wan's head became even more agitated, and her writing hands were a little disobedient.

"Draw well."

"Yeah..." Yang Yi's sudden words awakened Su Wan who was distracted, and then she frowned, crossed the already out-of-shape sketch, and threw it aside.

"You don't have to be so vicious if the painting is broken?" Yang Yi couldn't help laughing, and then his laughter became smaller and smaller under Su Wan's clear eyes.

"What did you call me?" The girl was still frowning, as if she was asking something that made her extremely unpleasant. No one could see the expectation hidden deep in her eyes.

Yang Yi's heart skipped a beat for no reason, he is a reborn person, he has eyesight that doesn't match his age, he can see through many situations in the world, but for the girl in front of him whose heart is wrapped in a hard shell, he suddenly has a joke. Having grown remorseful, she turned her head and smiled coyly: "I'm sorry, I won't chew my tongue in the future."

Su Wan was stunned for a moment, and felt that there seemed to be a bit of cloudiness in her eyes, so she turned her head away, and finally snorted unwillingly: "Chew your tongue?"

Um?Yang Yi became embarrassed, but he couldn't figure out what the girl next to him meant.Su Wan stared at the drawing paper in front of her without blinking. The nib of the pen was moving, and the lines were extremely smooth. She couldn't see the fluctuations in her heart at all, but Yang Yi, who was in the sidelight position, could clearly see it. , the handwriting on the drawing paper is deeply sunken—it's just outlining and correcting some sketch-like characters in the first draft, so it doesn't take so much effort.

Then what did I say wrong?Was she angry because of that "wanwan" sentence, or because she chewed her tongue?

Or did she think it wasn't Luan chewing his tongue?Yang Yi thought to himself for a long time, but he couldn't guess which conclusion was correct, and the thought that popped up at the end made him feel palpitations and hesitant at the same time.After hesitating for a while, seeing that Su Wan didn't intend to pursue further, she finally hesitated and gave up.

In this small corner of the reading room, there was suddenly silence again, except that Su Wan's other hand holding the drawing paper was unconsciously clenched.

She usually used the same face and the same tone of voice when facing her peers, how could she give him some hints like this now.

The guy next to him was fine, he didn't seem to understand what he meant at all, instead he just stopped talking... Or, he actually knew everything, but he just didn't want to point it out?

It must be like this, otherwise, why is he willing to stay on the high school campus without making a name for himself despite having wealth that ordinary people can't earn in their lifetime?There was also the rumor that she had a crush on the female squad leader when she was in junior high school, and now they are just together—thinking of the girl she went to find Yang Yishi on the first day of school but met her eyes with a faint light, Su Wan's heart felt more like being caught by her. It's as if the spikes hurt.

However, the girl who has always been indifferent did not show the slightest change. The experience and environment since she was a child gave her a stronger and quieter reserve and self-esteem than ordinary people.

So self-deprecation flashed in the depths of my eyes... Street corners, alleys, parks, schools, I was always looking around, and every time I passed the Tongzilou on Qinggu Street, I was ready. The preparation to pass by him...just, unless there is a miracle, how can the person you like like you?

The borrowing room returned to its usual silence. There was the sound of pencils and graphite rubbing against white paper, the soft sound of paper being flipped, and the shouts and laughter of the favored players on the field in the distance could be faintly heard outside the window. Everything was no different from the beginning, but But Yang Yi felt that something was really different all of a sudden.

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When Di Jia and two classmates came to the library, it was almost lunch time, and his friends complained reluctantly: "Art 'Jia', it's time to eat now, if there is anything to check, Can't you come back after dinner?"

A young man with natural curly artist hairstyle smiled gently: "Didn't you agree to come and help me carry the materials back, and I will treat you to dinner later?"

"You please? Then there's still food in the cafeteria. Who knows what else will be left after taking the things back?" Another boy also rolled his eyes violently.

"If you run out of food, go to the Bamboo Fragrance Garden at the West Second Gate. That's fine." Di Jia shook her head and sighed: "Aren't you just waiting for me here?"

"Interesting enough" one person gave a thumbs up.

"Atmosphere" patted Di Jia on the shoulder again.

Di Jia shook her head, smiling like a big brother feeling helpless towards her younger brothers, her Italian-style curly hair spread out with the movement of shaking her head, and she looked like a literary youth.

For Di Jia, he was born in a family of artists, and most of the people he met were young authors and cutting-edge artists. Although these classmates around him could play together, they were not of the same class after all.

Therefore, in the campus circle, he usually behaves more reserved and generous, and the tone of his words always makes people feel a kind of mature weight.

Just like now, because I wanted to go to the library to find two copies of Corot's picture albums, and I guessed that I was alone, and looking for two books in the vast expanse would be like finding a needle in a haystack, so I dragged two classmates from the same dormitory together. .And their request for a meal, in Di Jia's view, was nothing more than the mentality of a child and a common man, so he agreed casually.

"Hey, Di Jia, look over there, she is definitely a natural model." When a student passed by the borrowing room, he accidentally glanced into it, and couldn't help being amazed, which made Di Jia who was walking in front burst into laughter. At the same time, I was a little impatient—are you not afraid of delaying your meal now?

When another student heard this, he had already passed the door of the borrowing room, but he leaned back and put his head back for a look, and was immediately amazed: "This temperament is absolutely perfect because I am a little younger."

Hearing this, Di Jia became a little interested. The three of them are all students of the Department of Fine Arts at the University of Shanghai. When it comes to models, their vision and insight are much better than that of ordinary college students. The Di Jia who is dyed is the best, so when I heard my companion's praise for the first time, I didn't take it seriously.

But now both of them said that, and the classmate who spoke in the back used the word "temperament" to praise, so Di Jia couldn't help but turn back. After all, as a student of the art department, he is very fond of some beautiful things. Especially sensitive and caring.

Then, this young man who looks gentle on the outside but is extremely noble in his heart, suddenly found that the so-called class flowers in the campus before had a secret heart, just like floating clouds, only the little girl in front of him seemed to have penetrated into his heart. Cupid is the only one worthy of my protection and love, and only this kind of desolate temperament can stimulate my artistic inspiration and emotional spark.

The one who attracted the attention of the three art students was naturally Su Wan, who was indifferently drawing pictures, and Yang Yi, who was next to Su Wan, was ignored by the three of them just like that.

"Wait for me." Di Jia took a deep breath. The little girl who appeared here was probably a junior of a faculty member. If she just went up and directly stated her intentions, it would definitely not be a good start. I can only get a few looks of "Look, there is a pervert here", and a back view of leaving in a hurry.

Instead, start with hobbies, maybe you can strike up a conversation with this cold little girl, and then proceed step by step.

"What, why..." The two people next to him were a little stunned. At first, they felt emotional, and it was only because of Su Wan's indifferent temperament that made people feel pain for no reason, and the touch of beautiful things to themselves.

It is normal for people who study fine arts to be extra sensitive in this regard.

Maybe there will be a feeling of wanting to be cared for, but for a while, the level of pursuit is not involved. After all, for college students in the general sense, the girl in front of me is a bit too young, and she probably looks like a middle school student. The word "friend" still has a distance.

So when Di Jia stepped forward as if he had been struck by an evil spirit, the faces of his two classmates were intertwined with surprise, doubt, curiosity, excitement...and a little bit of envy, all kinds of expressions were mixed.

"Hey, what are you painting? Curious style." After Di Jia approached, he was thinking about how to strike up a conversation so as not to scare this young girl, when he found the characters on Su Wan's drawing paper, his heart skipped a beat. Hi, I pretended to be very curious and inquired.

They didn't say that they were arguing, but in fact they were arguing. At first they thought that the person who came in was just going to read in this borrowing room, so they didn't take it to heart at all. It was only when the sound disturbed me that I realized the uninvited guest standing beside me.

Su Wan always nodded and shook her head instead of answering, this is the case with acquaintances, let alone this guy who came out of nowhere, so after glancing at him, she lowered her head again.And Yang Yi was also a little depressed because of the sudden estrangement between him and Su Wan, and he also ignored him.

In Di Jia's eyes, this ignorance turned into the kind of awe and embarrassment that a child would feel towards a person who was a few years older than him, but not too much older. He smiled and said in a tone of guiding his younger siblings: "Are you still a student? See, you are also the children of Yue Yue, and you like to draw? I am from the Art Department of Yu Yue, and my family is also a teacher of the school's art school. Maybe there is something that can help you."

Seeing Di Jia talking but focusing on Su Wan, Yang Yi suddenly understood the intention of the student from the Academy of Fine Arts, so he stood up politely and nodded: "Excuse me, you might mess up Wrong, we are not the children of the faculty and staff of the University, and we are here to find some sketches and materials."

Huh?Yang Yi suddenly stood up and said such neither humble nor humble words, which made Di Jia a little surprised. Originally, in the group of middle school students and even some college students, when younger people met older people, Mentally always in a weak position.But the boy who looked like a middle school student in front of him didn't have the slightest nervousness or dodge in his eyes when he answered, and he didn't lose any momentum in his manner, which was surprising.

However, his accusation was pushed back like this, which made Di Jia feel a little embarrassed, so he raised his hand and clicked on Su Wan's drawing: "The characters in this painting are neither Chinese nor Western, but they have a comic style, but To integrate the essence of traditional Chinese painting into it, it is not enough to rely solely on building a car behind closed doors, and someone needs to guide it.”

"Well, it makes sense." Yang Yi smiled disapprovingly.

This perfunctory expression aroused Di Jia's displeasure, and she thought that this kid is still a thorn, and he is very arrogant in his bones, but this arrogance is used in the wrong place, so he habitually shook his head and smiled: "Little friend, I I know you didn't listen, but if this girl really likes art and painting, you should think about her."

The latter two students probably felt the same hatred, so they smiled and said: "Di Jia's father, Professor Di Hantao, is the dean of our Vietnam Academy of Fine Arts, a member of the Chinese Artists Association, and a national first-class painter. The people who want to be guided by him are lining up in the bigger we are, and it costs hundreds of people to take a class. You two little guys don’t cherish such a good opportunity.”

"Why, Xiao Si, do you want to take this opportunity to go to class with me? This will expose my old self." Di Jia turned around and scolded angrily, as if she was extremely helpless with her companion's big mouth .

Art courses of a few hundred yuan a session, in the current era of junior high school, which only costs more than 800 yuan a semester, is undoubtedly a high consumption that is difficult for ordinary people to touch, so this student's tone is particularly proud, and Di Jia's words Inside and outside, it is full of quiet complacency.

Hearing this, Yang Yi couldn't help being a little funny. These college students before the enrollment expansion in 99 should be called a promising generation in every respect, but sometimes they behave like ordinary young people Like jealousy, it is inevitable to show some ridiculous taste, but this slightly naive expression is very precious, representing the frivolous and clumsy youth of these people who are about to pass away.

But this does not mean that Yang Yi agreed to the son of the dean of the Academy of Fine Arts in front of him, who was about to say no again, but the ancient ringtone came from his pocket, and the mobile phone in his pocket Like the bank platinum card last time, it was a so-called "souvenir" forcibly given to Yang Yi by a fat boss.

"Huh? Oh, it's Brother Zhang, are you getting older? What's the matter... Oh, okay, I'll be right down." The Nokia Change Dragon 0 that was just released undoubtedly stabbed the eyes of the three of Di Jia. They sacrificed a few hundred yuan each for courses taught by the dean of the Academy of Fine Arts. It's not like the mentality of children from wealthy families in later generations who trample on others. The half-grown child, who was screaming, suddenly showed off a fashion item that even made him envious, and he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

However, Yang Yi didn't intend to play tricks on them. Although the curly-haired and shawl-headed literary college student in front of him obviously came to strike up a conversation with Su Wan, everyone has a love for beauty, let alone Su Wan and himself. With the current relationship, what position do I have to force myself to be the flower protector?

"Go to Siyue? It's about comics..."

Before Yang Yi finished speaking, the girl beside him suddenly raised her head and interrupted him: "Why did you call me that?"

Seeing Su Wan's serious appearance, Yang Yi couldn't help being stunned. Are you still thinking about what happened more than an hour ago?But why did I call her that?

The intersection and entanglement with each other since rebirth, the changes she has undergone because of herself, the nirvana like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon... In the future, she will walk on the unknown road of life for a long time.Although Yang Yi told himself repeatedly that making up for the regrets left by him in his previous life was the most important thing, but looking at Su Wan's cold and stubborn eyes, why did he feel sad in his heart.

In the end, she still scratched her head: "Uh, I promise not to howl in the future." However, she didn't realize that the expectation deep in the girl's eyes was gradually frozen by the ice wind.

"You go first, I'll wait a little longer." Su Wan's words were said to Di Jia with a sudden smile, which made Yang Yi turn from sad to a little colic, but made Di Jia beside him happy .

Only then did Yang Yi realize that the reborn is not an omnipotent warrior, at least he doesn't know how to face all this now.

The call came in again, Yang Yi hesitated for a while, and finally left after whispering a few words, behind him were the smiles of a few students from the Academy of Fine Arts, like a footnote of the winner.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Di Jia. You can also call me Senior Brother. I find your paintings are very inspirational. If you want to study art systematically, I can introduce you to the teacher." Di Jia didn't know the two of them. What happened between the "children" in my eyes, but now is undoubtedly the best time to strike while the iron is hot.

Unexpectedly, the girl who was smiling at him in front of Yang Yi just now didn't even look at him: "Don't get in the way."