More than 700 art candidates were placed in the Sichuan art exam army of more than 100,000 people. Among the million art candidates across the country, it was like throwing a stone in a pond, splashing water.

Moreover, art candidates who enter training schools basically do not look at their basic foundations, unlike key high schools and ordinary middle schools, there are high school entrance examinations to eliminate and screen.

So at the beginning, the levels were uneven, and basically you would charge as long as you pay tuition.

But no matter how fertile thick soil or poor thin fields.

After hard work, you will eventually achieve results.

Just as Wan Changsheng said, after just one day's professional school exam, the professional examination journey of most Dameiyi candidates ended here.

Only a very small number of seven or eight people will take the school entrance examinations of Pingjing Academy of Fine Arts and National Academy of Fine Arts after the Spring Festival.

That night everyone started to go their separate ways.

After leaving home for a few months, most people still go home to celebrate the Spring Festival first, and then go to Ningzhou to participate in the college entrance examination intensive care.

Only a hundred people had high requirements like the Qingjing Academy of Fine Arts, or had poor grades and needed a stupid bird to fly first. They immediately went to Ningzhou together and spent the entire Spring Festival there.

Wan Changsheng arranged an examination bus to directly send these students to Ningzhou, and many parents also drove to the school to pick up and drop off their children.

The training school that had been bustling for more than half a year was finally empty.

My friend drove the tutor to the airport. Wan Changsheng sent red envelopes to the teaching assistant, administrative group and logistics group who worked hard for a school year, which was the only Spring Festival holiday for everyone.

By the way, I also learned about Teacher Fan’s situation from the academic director Aunt Xu. Because it was a commercial case, Teacher Fan was not detained and detained, but he had to report to the police station to wait for trial and appear in court. So Wan Changsheng asked Director Xu to help bring the graduation red envelope that Teacher Fan deserved.

He still never hated this fool who was confused in love.

Everyone left one after another, leaving Wan Changsheng in the dazzling array of offices, which formed a strong contrast with the empty space outside.

This is the first time that Wan Changsheng has taken hundreds of art candidates through important life journeys as a teacher. His own identity as a student makes Wan Changsheng less completely treat himself as a teacher or manager.

This is an indescribable feeling. It is not just a role model. It involves whether hundreds of art candidates have learned something after entering this training institution and whether they can be admitted to the art school they like.

It is also an important turning point related to their future life path.

Wan Changsheng took over this burden from Lao Cao not to make money.

This is the sense of responsibility he has been nurtured since childhood.

When you have limited abilities, you are responsible to your family and Guanyin Village. Now, you have to be responsible to the training school... and even more.

I sat at the desk and sat quietly for a few minutes.

The usual classroom corridors are filled with the sound of students' footsteps, or the open space outside the window and the green belts also have countless jokes and laughter.

None of them now.

After the art exam, almost half of the people were missing in the entire cultural and creative park.

So it is so quiet.

No one from Damei Training School came to disturb Wan Changsheng and asked about anything.

The quiet Wan Changsheng's ears were a little blocked.

So when he realized this, Wan Changsheng stood up, took the brush on the table, divided the ink, and wrote on the laid breasted paper without hesitation: "I have shown you that you are so sad that I am very worried and I will not forget about this matter..."

The content is not important. This is the masterpiece of calligraphy by Wang Dao, the prime minister of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. It is basically a bit similar to the current diary and self-examination and self-examination.

As Wang Xizhi's uncle, this masterpiece of cursive works is a masterpiece that Wan Changsheng has practiced since childhood. He has carved out all the stones with chisels, so he does not need to use his brain to control the brushwork and ink, and can be reproduced with elegant brushwork.

The brain gradually calmed down that little emotion, the expectations of those art candidates, and the summary and reflection of the burden on their shoulders.

The immortality in the stele forest is so lonely that it is practicing self-cultivation for countless days and nights.

Only then can you have the skills and demeanor of today.

But what was a bit surprising was that when my friend drove the Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicle back, he actually brought Professor Gou!

When I knocked on the door and put the car key on the coffee table, I quietly explained to Wan Changsheng: "On the roadside between the station and the Cultural and Creative Park, I happened to see Professor Gou asking for directions."

Mr. Gou saw the big seal stone on the cabinet at first glance. He thought Wan Changsheng had carved something like a jade seal. After looking through the surprise, he found that it was empty. He was disappointed: "I just returned from the examination room and came back. Someone said that your school is here, so I got off the car and took a look..."

Only then did I see the "Sacrificial Post" on the table, and I was surprised: "Did you write it?"

My friend secretly gave Wan Changsheng a wink and ran away. Almost all the teachers and students of the Academy of Fine Arts felt a little restrained in front of Professor Gou.

It’s just the weird thing about Wan Changsheng.

I poured a cup of tea for my master before pointing to calligraphy to explain my melancholy of the first time I took the first class of students.

Professor Gou held the hot tea, how could he be dissatisfied with his eyes: "Well, it's been decades. The feeling of taking students in the Academy of Fine Arts is still vivid in my mind. Some of them have gone abroad, some have become famous, and some have stayed in some small place without a name for their whole lives. This is why I tried hard to correct the trend in the Academy of Fine Arts but made everyone hate it. I hope to cultivate artists who are useful to the country and the masses. Just like this calligraphy, it is so bitter, I am very worried. I am a good medicine and I always have to be a bad person."

Wan Changsheng is not sad and worrying: "I have always had that attitude. Times have changed. The spirit of the times and the social atmosphere of your decades ago are different from those of you decades later. It's like the deans who were admitted from the mountains in that era. Although they became college students, they must still be very poor. They just want to paint desperately and seize this extremely precious opportunity to change their destiny. What about now?"

He pointed to his desktop: "Look at this mobile phone, computer, and audio and music. Nowadays, students receive too many kinds of things and cannot be simple. Moreover, they also have more ideas and will not be simple. They just obey the teacher or the administrative requirements. Nowadays, young people care more about their feelings. Most of them can eat and wear warmth and pursue more feelings. Rather than forcing them to do this or that, it is better to guide them well."

After busy with the admissions examinations all day, the old man leaned on the sofa tiredly, but he was very energetic because he was satisfied with his apprentice: "You can have such an idea at this age, and I have nothing to worry about. I can help you with something next, and this old bone is not very useful."

Facing the old professor who was almost like an enemy a year ago, Wan Changsheng smiled: "I'll take a walk with you, visit this training school that is no one now, and then send you home. You still have to rest when it's time to rest. My grandfather is about the same age as you..."

The school with nearly a thousand people just left was a bit messy.

Wan Changsheng took the key card and opened some classrooms and dormitories, and introduced them to the old man along the corridors, restaurants, and convenience stores.

At this moment, he did not regard the other party as a profitable leader, but just wanted to persuade the stubborn old man to realize that some stereotypes in this era were no longer working.

Professor Gou took it seriously.

Perhaps from the art academy with thousands of people, we can compare the training schools that are now concentrated.

Wan Changsheng, a young man who is only twenty-one years old, is already managing such a scene.

The old man was very moved, but he didn't say anything, especially the detailed introduction of the majors of the art schools in the corridor, and the single promotional pictures of Damei Training Schools, including Wan Changsheng and a number of tour instructors, were carefully viewed one by one.

Finally, I stood in front of the publicity column of the intensive class of the Ningzhou No. 2 Middle School College Entrance Examination for a long time.

It was getting dark outside, and Wan Changsheng had to applaud again and again to make the voice-controlled lights light up, and wait until Professor Gou finished reading it.

Wan Changsheng was hesitating whether to get out of the garage to drive the old man back. After all, walking to the side of the road for one or two hundred meters like this was a bit tired for the old man, and it was obvious that he was already very tired.

Professor Gou said, "When I came in, I saw some restaurants on the side of the road, so I had two drinks with me?"

Now Wan Changsheng has no choice but to go to the office to get a bottle of good wine.

But when he came out, he heard Professor Gou asking for leave in whisper: "Yes, I'll have dinner with Changsheng and say a few words, so I can't drink more, it's not a social event. Are you worried about him?"

Finally, he handed the phone to Wan Changsheng embarrassedly: "You Aunt Guan wants to give you a few words."

Wan Changsheng held back his laughter and heard the old lady repeatedly emphasize on the phone, don’t let the old man drink too much, don’t eat hot pot, don’t eat internal organs, try to be lighter...
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