Great Artist

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Harvard's dormitory always has an elegant and simple temperament, although in the season of autumn, it always has an indescribable charm, the poetry of dust dancing in the sun , as if letting people see a picture of life in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries.

When you walk into the dormitory, you can occasionally hear the squeaking sound of your footsteps touching the wooden floor. If it is matched with the golden sunlight outside the window, it will remind people of the rustling of dead branches and leaves during an outing; if it is matched with the late night like water The moonlight, that touch is not so beautiful.

When Evan Bell returned to the dormitory, it was the sunset. He hadn't come back to the dormitory for nearly a year. It is estimated that the beds in the dormitory were covered with cobwebs. Opening the dormitory door, there were two boys sitting in the hall, writing and drawing with markers on the whiteboard in the corner. Mark Zuckerberg had left the whiteboard here after he dragged it back to the dormitory.

Evan Bell smiled and greeted the two with a nod, "Hey, good afternoon." Both boys seemed a little unresponsive, and one of them asked tentatively, "Who are you looking for?"

Evan Bell walked to his room. There were two thick stacks of books and a suitcase on his bed. Obviously, this became a space for waste utilization, "Oh, I live here, although it has been I haven't been back for a long, long time."

The two boys walked to the door, "You live here?" The tail sound could fly directly, obviously shocked.

Evan Bell pointed to his bunk and turned around and said, "It doesn't matter, you can still put your things on it. I don't think I will use it in the short term." The two boys were still dumbfounded, "Oh, by the way. , where are all the things on my desk?"

"Under the bed." One of the boys replied mechanically.

Evan Bell bent down and dragged out the cardboard box under the bed, "That's great. It's all there." In fact, he didn't have many things left in the dormitory, just some basic utensils for drawing design drawings, even if there were none. It's not a big deal, but everything is still preserved, which is naturally the best.

Seeing Evan Bell rummaging for things there, the two boys looked at each other, and one asked in a low voice, "Is he Evan Bell?" The other looked at him in amazement. "No way?"

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Evan." Evan Bell stretched out his right hand, but saw the dust on his right hand, and took it back embarrassedly, raising his eyebrows to express his apology.

"Evan..." The two boys were almost stunned and didn't seem to react. In the end, the one who responded a little faster spoke up first, "I'm Joe Bandy." He looked at his partner, still unresponsive, so he continued, "He's Kevin Zelman." When the young man reacted, "Hey, I'm Kevin."

Evan Bell quickly put the things away, "I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation. It's just that I haven't been back for a long time, and I think I should come and sort things out."

"It's okay, it's okay, you can come over anytime." Joe Bandy said quickly, but found that his words sounded weird, so he added, "I mean, this is your dormitory too..."

Evan Bell chuckled, "Actually, you don't need to use this bunk as a locker. It can be used as a private space. You know, you and a girl's private space. No one else will disturb you. Yes. But this is just a proposal." Evan Bell's words made the two boys laugh.

"Okay, my things have been sorted, I think I should leave." Evan Bell lifted the cardboard box and walked to the door of the dormitory. When he came here just before, Evan Bell was not sure that he would stay here in Cambridge for a few days. If he only stayed for two days, it would be very troublesome to clean the dormitory, so he stayed in the hotel directly. "Very happy to meet all of you."

Watching Evan Bell's actions come and go like the wind, the two big boys looked at each other, and their reaction nerves seemed to be a few beats slower.

"Is that Evan Bell?" Kevin Zelman still seemed uncertain.

Joe Bandy nodded dumbly, "It seems so."

At this time, the two talents fully reacted, their pupils began to dilate, their faces were incredible, and they couldn't believe what had just happened. They were sitting in the dorm chatting as usual, and then Evan Bell walked in like an ordinary Harvard student, just like those students who go to the company after their senior year, and leave school for a while , and then go back to the dormitory to pack some things, and continue to devote to social life. This kind of thing happens to any student in any dormitory is very normal, which is really not uncommon in the university. It's just that this object is Evan Bell, it's Evan Bell! It's like a lie, it's astonishing.

But before the two were fully excited, the dormitory door opened again, and Evan Bell's head came in again, "By the way, I'll have dinner alone at night, if you don't mind, Let's go together. It's my apology for disturbing you just now." After speaking, Evan Bell smiled, "Of course, if you already have arrangements..."

"No, no, I don't have any arrangements." Joe Bandy said hurriedly, and went straight to the sofa in the hall to pick up his coat. Kevin Zelman's response was half a beat, and then he followed, "I don't have any arrangements either."

Evan Bell walked side by side with Joe Bandy holding a cardboard box, "Is there any new restaurant nearby that you would recommend? We used to party at Jack's house, or at hungry students, are you still like this now? "

"Everyone prefers to go to Cambridge Garden now. This restaurant has been opened for less than a year." Joe Bandy's nervousness calmed down a little, and Evan Bell in front of him had no air at all, as if a simple However, college students. Evan Bell didn't deliberately say "don't be nervous", "I'm very approachable" or the like, but his words and deeds made people feel no sense of distance, "Do you need my help?"

Evan Bell followed Joe Bandy's line of sight and saw the cardboard box in his hand, and laughed, "I'm not a weak beauty, let's forget it." Evan Bell's out of sight saw backward Kevin Zelman of their step, "Kevin, keep up."

Kevin Zelman took two brisk steps and followed Joe Bandy's side. He looked around nervously. Pedestrians all turned their attention to him. Many people noticed that this man was The famous Evan Bell. So many attention ceremony, let two ordinary students feel a little uncomfortable.

"I saw you writing programming on the whiteboard just now, are you interested in computers?" Evan Bell seemed to say a topic casually, but it eased the discomfort of Joe Bandy and Kevin Zelman, and put them Lead to topics of interest to you.

Sure enough, Kevin Zelman's eyes began to light up. "Yeah, Joe and I were recently working on a program that would allow people to easily turn photos into music videos."

"There's a campaign started recently on Facebook where everyone can design their own programming, Facebook will provide a platform for testing, and if the program eventually sells, we can earn revenue." Joe Bandy said excitedly It was only after he finished speaking that he realized who the man in front of him was. He would always inadvertently forget about it, "Of course, of course you know, I heard that you initiated this event."

Evan Bell showed a smug smile, "That's natural, I'm good." This sentence, with a boastful ridicule, made both young people laugh, and the atmosphere suddenly relaxed a lot. "So, tell me about your concept."

When walking to the Cambridge Garden Restaurant, the atmosphere of the three of them was obviously much more relaxed. Even Kevin Zelman's face was slightly red and his eyes were excited. .

"So, Evan, when are you going to hold the concert?" After the topic started, Joe Bandy spoke more relaxedly. After Kevin Zelman finished talking about a topic, he couldn't wait to ask. Although it seemed like a random question, but it had been brewing for a long time, those eyes full of anticipation leaked his thoughts.

Evan Bell couldn't help laughing, "Why do people care so much about my concert recently, is there something that happened that I don't know about?"

Joe Bandy was about to speak, but Kevin Zelman jumped ahead to explain ~www.readwn.com~ Didn't you mention it on Eleven Blog? Said to have a concert. "Evan Bell quickly remembered that before the end of the "High School Musical" crew visit, he did post this news on Eleven Blog.

"At present, there have been more than 50,000 replies to this message, and everyone is looking forward to your concert..." Joe Bandy's words made Evan Bell who was drinking water almost choked, "How much do you say? strip?"

"50,000, the click rate is more than 700,000." Joe Bandy explained happily, "I also left a message on it, I hope you can come to Boston for a concert, of course, if there is one in New York , I'll be there too."

Although Evan Bell knows that many people are looking forward to his concert, 50,000 messages are still beyond his imagination. After all, Eleven Blog is not a Yahoo community, and it was less than a week before and after he posted the message. time. "Fifty thousand, when did it happen, why didn't Teddy or Eden mention it to me, no one mentioned it to me." Evan Bell was surprised.

"I guess they didn't expect it either." After being stunned, Joe Bandy could only give this answer.

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