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After entering the campus, thinking that there was still a lot of information that he had not checked, and thinking that he was alone in the studio, Lu An walked back halfway along the path 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 beautiful to go to the Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge and Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum on a snowy day.

On the way, Lu An saw Liu Lele and Liu Jiaquan from a distance. 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 and even coaxed him. Hug, and finally pulled Liu Lele away.

Seeing this scene, he suddenly remembered Sun Long's words, men who fall in love usually only have half of their brains, and the other half of their brains is in the woman's crotch.

There are just 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 old men and women. It is not uncommon for boys and girls to catch pairs and go together.

Looking up on the first floor, Lu An had a bad feeling. 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 take a look, and he was filled with envy. Damn it, he was still as protective as a jade. This thing was already full of meat. It was really unstoppable even if shit luck came his way.

Why.

When he is alone, he usually likes to entertain himself with Ah Q's spirit, which makes him feel much more comfortable and energetic.

I found the books I wanted in the reading room, and then walked around the seating area, only to find that it was overcrowded and there were no seats at all.

He didn't meet any acquaintances, and there was no one who could save him. Lu An, who was thinking about this in his heart, left the 302 reading room, and then walked to the study room. There were more people here, and he searched for 5 rows in vain, and everyone else was about to die. fainted.

He met several acquaintances, some from his class and some from the next class, but there were no empty seats around him. Just when he lost his patience and was about to leave, a hand suddenly appeared in his line of sight. It was not high, and it was half He was holding it in front of his chest, but the owner of the hand was calling him silently.

Two rows away, Li Mengsu smiled and waved him over to take a seat.

Without thinking much, Lu An was like meeting an oasis in the desert. His eyes were so bright that he suddenly appeared in front of him.

But before she could sit down, Lu An was startled for a moment. She hadn't paid attention just now, and she never thought that Su Mi was there. At this time, she and Lu An looked at each other quietly, then lowered her head and continued reading and doing questions, treating him as if he were nothing.

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

Lu An lowered his voice to express his gratitude: "The seats are so tight that I fainted. Thank you."

Li Mengsu said: "No need to thank me, that's because you were lucky, a senior sister just left."

Lu An 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, and Yingying and Yating went to the classroom."

Luan said: "It's a little cold in the classroom today."

Li Mengsu echoed: "Yes, we have been there once before, and our fingers were so cold that we couldn't hold the pen."

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

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

Li Mengsu asked: "Is there no seat?"

Lu An 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, he plucked up the courage to try and say:

"Su Mi and I usually come early. If you need it, I can help you hold a seat."

Hearing this, Su Mi, who was doing a question next to her, couldn't help but glance at her best friend, and then glanced at Lu An covertly.

Lu An stared into her eyes and saw that she was completely clear. He thought that he had thought too much and said hello as he wished.

"Uh-huh.!"

Suddenly, a girl across the table let out a long hum. Lu An and Li Mengsu looked at each other and immediately stopped talking.

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

For the next two hours or so, Lu An was reading quietly and searching for information, while the rain outside did not stop. Suddenly, while he was taking a break, a thought suddenly popped into his mind:

If I use Oracle-style brushstrokes, open composition, the distribution of picture elements of Chinese landscape paintings, and combine it with my own creative conception of time and space, can I paint rain?

Can you draw the winter in Jinling?

Can you draw pictures of nature?

As soon as the thought came together, his mind suddenly became restless, turbulent, and surging, as if there was a flame burning in his whole body.

Staring steadily out the window, looking at the light, shadow and rain in the black outside the window, he was so inspired that he even drafted the names of three oil paintings in advance: "Night Rain", "Winter in Jinling" and "Ode to Nature" 》.

His gaze couldn't be taken away from the night outside the window, and another idea came to his mind: to use pure black and white colors, oracle-like brushstrokes, and non-representational expressions to show the wonders of the original scenery in the soul.

What is the name of this painting?

What's the name of this fourth painting?

Lu An was worried and was stuck for a moment. He felt that the fourth idea was unprecedented. If he could create it, its influence would definitely surpass "Eternity".

Just the name...?

He didn't know what name to use to define it, and felt that a specific name couldn't define it.

How about calling it "Untitled"?

With "Untitled", his mind suddenly opened up, and the lightning outside shone in the dark rain curtain, like a light of hope, hoo! The implication is so damn good.

Li Mengsu noticed Lu An's strangeness immediately, and Su Mi also noticed it slowly. 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 keep him going for half an hour?

Why are you in a daze with a silly smile on your face?

Following his line of sight, Su Mi and Li Mengsu pondered for a long time in the dark night. As a result, their necks were sore and they couldn't see any clues.

Li Mengsu wanted to reach out and slap him awake, but halfway out, he shrank back by some strange mistake. Finally, he wrote a note to his best friend: What happened to him? Is there something wrong with your body?

Su Mi pondered for a while and wrote: It's not like there's a problem, it's like he thought of something interesting.

Su Mi was able to make this judgment because her grandfather loved to collect paintings and calligraphy. On several occasions, he stood in front of the table and stared at the "calligraphy and paintings" of some famous artists for a long time, full of praise. That look was very similar to Lu An's current situation. .

After being reminded by his best friend, Li Mengsu was stunned and immediately thought of the newspaper and the mysterious identity of the "great painter".

After the daze, she belatedly felt grateful that she had not disturbed Lu An rashly just now. Otherwise, let alone getting close to him, he would probably resent her to death, right?

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

Su Mi looked confused after reading the note. Then he glanced at Lu An, glanced at his best friend, lowered his head and continued reading.

I don’t know how long it has been?

When the ideas for the four paintings in his mind were completely finalized, Lu An woke up suddenly, feeling as excited as if he had drunk honey.

Seeing him getting up to leave, Li Mengsu asked caringly: "Are you leaving?"

Luan nodded and left without saying a word.

Watching him leave, watching his back disappear at the door, Li Mengsu, the depressed one, finally looked forward to him once and finally had the chance to get along with him. She had no intention of reading all night, she was sleepwalking and racking her brains. I was thinking, trying my best to figure out what to say after leaving the library later?

How to extend the conversation?

How can I keep him for a walk and a drink without embarrassment?

How to say goodbye at the door of the dormitory?

She likes Lu An so much that she even has unlimited visions for the future, such as eating together, watching movies together, and holding hands.

Seeing that one of them left and the other was dumbfounded, Su Miqiao smiled and patted her arm, packed up her books and left.

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

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

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

"Hungry?"

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

Su Mi smiled knowingly and did not explain or reveal that she had lost her soul.

After trotting all the way back to the studio, Lu An wiped his arms and face randomly, then couldn't wait to get the easel, mix the paints, and start painting.

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

The rainy night is black, and the sky is slightly gray under the lightning. These two colors are the only colors in the whole painting.

In his full mood, he was particularly smooth today. He mixed colors, took up brushes, and painted. He repeated this action all night long. He didn't even have to stop and think about the steps when painting on weekdays, and he painted in one go until 4 o'clock in the morning. Just put away the pen.

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

My heart felt so comfortable, I felt like Li Bai was drunk and threw his head back and laughed three times. It was so happy! He unintentionally completed another work that transcends the soul.

It's comparable to "Eternity", maybe even more than "Eternity".

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

But look at your watch and look at the sky outside. It's not bright yet. Who should I go to?

With no other choice, Lu An had to grab the half-finished bottle of beer on the table and drink it in one gulp. Later, without stopping, he started painting the second painting "Night Rain" in one go.

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

No, it was accidentally the afternoon of the next day. He hadn't noticed the change in time outside, nor did he feel hungry. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, but he was still very energetic.

The studio was quiet except for the sound of paintbrushes, but there was almost a commotion outside.

Last night, the student union checked for bedtime, but he didn't return to the dormitory. Today, the student union checked for morning self-study, and he wasn't there, and then he was nowhere to be seen in class all day.

The boys from 322 were going crazy, looking for Lu An everywhere.

Jiang Wan called the BB phone three times but received no reply. For personal safety reasons, she planned to report it to the hospital.

Finally, Huang Ting reminded, "Go find 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 slapped his forehead and ran to Accounting Class 1 in the teaching building opposite.

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

"Ye Run! Ye Run!"

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

After shouting, he regretted it and found out that the teacher in class was the director.

Damn it!

A list of fucks went through his mind.

Brush brush brush.

All the students in Accounting Class 1, plus the director, all focused their eyes on him.

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

Meng Jianlin murmured, and really wanted to run away, but he didn't dare, so he could only grit his teeth and said: "Class 92 Management Class 2."

When mentioning this class, the director's first reaction was to monitor Lu An. Then his expression softened a bit, and then he asked: "I can't attend class, what can I do for you?"

Meng Jianlin was silent this time, but in the end he could not resist the pressure of the director and said, "Our monitor is missing."

The director subconsciously asked: "Lu An?"

Meng Jianlin nodded.

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

Then, ignoring everyone present, she hurried outside the classroom and asked urgently: "When did he disappear?"

Meng Jianlin glanced at the director who followed him out and did not dare to lie: "I didn't see you yesterday. He didn't return to the dormitory last night. Our classmate Huang Ting said that she saw him coming back from outside the school during dinner time."

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

She first returned to the classroom to find her keys from her bag, and then, under the gaze 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 behavior, the director also reacted. He went to the classroom door and said, "Read yourselves." Then he went to the teacher's apartment.

Seeing Meng Jianlin following him, the director waved his hand: "Go back to class. If anything happens, the school will take care of it. Tell the students not to worry."

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Another thing to say: Episode 93 will be updated in August.