National Treasure Artist

Chapter 62 Recruiting troops (recommended for collection)

"Miss Xu, you are welcome to join."

In Shanghai's "Dream Renovator" program group, Lao Yang showed a serious face, gently shook the girl's hand in front of him, and said seriously.

However, after only three seconds of seriousness, I saw Lao Yang raised his eyebrows rhythmically, followed by a playful expression, revealing a bit of cheap feeling under the playful: "Oh, what a pity, such a beautiful girl can't be in our group." Long stay."

"It's so sad, so sad"

Lao Yang's cheapness is not annoying, it's just a playfulness that he only shows in front of his friends. He shook his head and kept making fun of it.

A group of young girls around the program team covered their mouths and laughed.

When the people dispersed, Lao Yang put away his jokes again, walked to Banxia's side, and looked curiously at the pure girl in front of him: "Tong'er is recruiting soldiers in the capital now, why don't you go directly to find him?" he?"

"Do you still want to circle around me?"

Miss Banxia has a typical face with a cold face and a warm heart. I'm afraid that the whole heart is happy and jumping for joy, but her pretty face is always calm.

Only a pair of black and white eyes fell on Lao Yang's body, and they looked at Lao Yang.

Without much explanation, everything is self-evident.

Lao Yang laughed, waved his hand and left, but his face was full of expectation.

The girl is still that arrogant girl, so how can she show her chasing side?

She is so elegant, she just wants to watch and wait quietly
The reconstruction project of the Buyi village primary school is still going on at a leisurely pace. These days, the program team has not been idle, working up and down and gaining an in-depth understanding of the village deep in the mountains.

There are many people waiting on the Internet, and every update on the official Weibo will be forwarded by many people.

Some enthusiastic netizens in Guizhou Province, Yun Province, and Guangxi Province searched specifically according to the address, and posted photos of villages and primary schools on the Internet.

People are dumbfounded, the conditions are more difficult than they imagined.

The three-story brick and wood primary school is dilapidated, and the mountain village not far away is even more ruined. The stilted buildings with ethnic flavor are close to barrenness.
Chinese people, no matter how many generations they go up, have all come from the countryside, and the countryside is our root.

The form of settlement in the countryside has lasted for thousands of years on this land. When talking about the countryside, the impression in people's minds is the smoke from the kitchen, the shade of trees, the warmth and comfort.
But the villages in the photos make people feel distressed. At this time, people suddenly remembered a statistic not long ago that Chinese villages are disappearing at a rate of [-] to [-] every day.

For a moment, the netizens felt a little sad. When they faced the left-behind children's elementary school that was about to be remodeled again, their hearts were heavy.

Beijing, Beijing University of Architecture and Architecture.

Gong Tong took Fatty to find the former head teacher in the school and proposed the idea of ​​recruiting a few assistants. As soon as the news came out, the school attracted the attention of the school as soon as possible.

The dean of the Department of Architecture, a middle-aged man who was a little fat, also had a complaining tone: "Designer Bai Gongtong, you are a student who has graduated from our school, and you have achieved such great results. When you return to your alma mater, you must be pulled A few banners welcome."

"You came back in a hurry this time, we can only do our best to promote it in the school!"

The interviewers were only Gongtong and Su Mu, but they approved four or five classrooms out of nowhere, and members of the student union were present to maintain order.

In the school, the design counselors and tutors began to broadcast the news over and over again.

"The outstanding senior of our school, the designer in charge of the Grand Louvre Project has come to our school, and it is expected to recruit several assistants!"

A stone was thrown into the calm lake water, causing ripples.

In the whole school, as long as they could manage a little, the professional students exploded one after another, feeling that they would face the biggest opportunity in their lives.

Soon, the news spread, attracting the attention of design students in colleges and universities throughout the capital.

Someone drove over immediately.

The teaching building, the place where Gongtong and Gong Tong interviewed.

Students from various schools gathered in the waiting classroom, either alone or in groups.

Almost no one spoke in the classroom, and even if they did, they deliberately lowered their voices, their faces were tense, and their palms were sweating.

Most of the reactions in the classrooms were like this. Suddenly, a lively and small figure jumped out of the crowd.

She is a girl, very small, estimated to be less than 1.5 meters tall and less than 1.6 meters tall, with a ponytail and a rosy face.

This girl didn't feel nervous at all, she was carrying a long-focus camera, turning and staying from time to time.

Or photographing the person who will be interviewed, or photographing an unsearchable scenery.
"Okay, thank you for coming."

Gongtong recorded a few notes in the notebook, then nodded to the interviewer: "For further news, we will send you a message after the interview."

Watching the interviewer leave, the fat man Su Mu smiled: "This girl is not bad."

"What's good?"

"Skin white and beautiful, long legs and hips, my mother said, I can give birth to a boy!"

When Gongtong heard this, her eyes widened, and Mu Mu immediately smiled sarcastically.

In fact, he said that, but when scoring the score, the fat man was unambiguous and only gave a not high score.

The interview went quickly, and three days passed in a flash. The two interviewed thousands of students majoring in design in colleges and universities in Beijing.

During the interview, there was a strange thing, that is, the girl with the double ponytail almost went in and out with the two of them within three days.

The small face is focused and serious, observing carefully, holding the camera as if repeating, but never repeating.

I don't know what this girl does, she should not be an interview student, because she has never been interviewed.

The information of each student was counted by Su Mu in the computer, and the characteristic and favorite ones were specially marked.

"I said Tong'er, I didn't expect that being a judge would be hard work!"

In the classroom, Su Mu stretched his waist greatly, and lay down on the table with a huff.

The chubby face was pressed against the table, without any image.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Youdao's small figure rushed in quickly, and stood in front of Gongtong and the two in a flash.

Su Mu's whole body tensed instantly in fright, and he almost jumped up. He quickly put on a formal and serious look, and only gently wiped the corners of his mouth.

"Student, are you here for the interview too?"

Su Mu asked in a deep voice.

The fat man's seriousness didn't deter him, the little girl smiled coquettishly, and after a while, she replied, "My name is Duan Qianhe, and I'm here for an interview as a team photographer!"

"We don't need photographers."

Su Mu was a little dissatisfied with being teased by the little girl, and said immediately.

"Duan Qian is a fellow student, do you have anything unique about photography?"

Su Mu became interested and asked softly.

"I was able to capture the truth, the truth of the subject being photographed."

Duan Qianhe was very proud, and replied straight away.

She ran up to the two of them slowly, and handed the camera over: "This is the photos I recorded and took in the past three days. I kept some after screening. I think those who pass the interview must be here."

Gongtong and Su Mu looked at each other, showing disbelief, but still took the camera.

Just looking at this, the eyes froze immediately.

The protagonist of the first photo is a very ordinary boy, wearing glasses, of moderate height and appearance, and even his temperament is a bit weak, not confident.

This is a boy who will disappear when thrown into the crowd.

But this boy happened to be the first member of Davidia Davidson and Su Mu to be selected!

His name is Chen Lin, he is a game geek and technology nerd, and he has amazing ideas in photo editing software and new media operations.

Coincidentally, it must be a coincidence!
Continue to the next photo.

Davidia Davidson and Su Mu were surprised. In the photo was a very strong man named Zuo Chao, with a square face and dark skin. His muscles could stretch his undershirt.
Gongtong and Su Mu had known each other before, this guy was not famous, he came from a small northern town, and he was unknown in school.

What moved Gongtong's heart was his birth, Zuo Chao's family, and he was a craftsman since his ancestors. His own understanding of traditional village architecture and wood made Guantong feel inferior.

There are a few more photos. Although there are mistakes, most of them have been guessed correctly.

Davidia involucrata and Su Mu raised their heads at the same time, looking at the girl in front of them in shock.

But I saw Duan Qian smiling slyly, showing her small canine teeth, and it took a long time to get serious: "All things, whether they are alive or not, have their own gods."

"Every one of these people has their own uniqueness. Ordinary people can't discover it, but I can!"

Baitongtong team, the second photographer after Su Mu is confirmed!

In later generations, Duan Qianhe won the highest award in the photography industry, and was evaluated as having a pair of eyes that can detect illusions.

In the evening, all the interviewed students received a unified message from the computer.

"The interview results for Bai Gongtong's designer are out!"

"I just lost the election, take a look."

"I lost the election too!"

"Me too, but it's normal. I didn't hold out hope."

"Hey, I also lost the election. It is estimated that those real elites are possible."

In an ordinary dormitory, the phone vibrates at the same time, followed by sighs.

"Chen Lin, Chen Lin, what about you, why don't you look at it?"

"What if you are selected?"

The boy who spoke first suddenly looked at Chen Lin who was silent, and said jokingly.

He didn't have any other thoughts when he asked this question, he just wanted to find some comfort from Chen Lin, who is also an ordinary person, or even more ordinary.

Unexpectedly, Chen Lin, who was looking at the mobile phone, suddenly widened his eyes when he heard the words, raised his head suddenly, and said in disbelief: "I'm selected!"

In a professional classroom of the Department of Architecture, an old teacher is showing the students the plans.

At this time, the mobile phones in the entire classroom rang one after another, followed by a series of regrettable voices:
"I lost the election!"

"Although I knew this was the result, I still feel a little sad!"

"Hey, is anyone in our class selected?"

"Master, master, you have the highest level of design in our class, you must have been admitted, right?"

Someone shouted, and everyone looked at a fat boy in front of the classroom.

The old teacher was also watching, with anticipation in his eyes.

"no no"

"I lost the election too."

The boy known as the master lost his way.

They didn't pay attention, sitting in the corner, usually taciturn, whom they looked down upon, a strong man from the countryside, with a pair of hard fists clenched tightly, his body trembling.

The students majoring in design in Beijing were in an uproar over the result of the interview.

Counting them in detail, they have won international awards, and none of the talented young designers who were the most favored were admitted!

Some ordinary and even weird ones have been included in the bag!

Some of them have design ideas that are incompatible with the mainstream, or even run counter to them; there are game nerds;
There are passers-by who are unknown and have no shining point
"What's going on here?"

"Are you kidding us?"

Someone shouted, ready to see the team's joke.

　In the next chapter, I went to the village of the Buyi nationality. I suddenly discovered that the author’s birthday was originally Saturday
　　
　
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