On a cold and springy night, sitting in this hutongkou shop full of time, there are red charcoal fires on the table.

How could my heart not be hot?

Du Wen tried it a few times and she really had no talent for cooking and was even clumsy with such a simple roasted meat.

Perhaps it was really difficult to maintain a state of mind under such high temperatures and let Wan Changsheng take over, she quickly whispered with the sour plum soup from the enamel jar.

"I have met Aunt Xi, and it is different from this old lady Guan. She is an artist and her care for you starts from an artistic perspective, so you just need to show your talents to the fullest, such as sculpture, calligraphy, seal carving, and painting."

Wan Changsheng is not proud: "You have never met a master. Today I looked around in the museum. There are only things like sculpture. There are few people playing with seal carving, such as calligraphy and painting. Pingjing is Pingjing after all, and there are elites from all over the country. Just say you, a senior sister, a graduate student of Qingmei, and you must be outstanding in your major, but in Pingjing, you are just like a working person."

Du Wen: "It's like my appearance, which can be seen everywhere in the Theatre Academy and the Film Academy. Without more halos, we can only be like everyone else, right?"

Wan Changsheng baked it better and signaled it to Du Wen: "So I don't object to the operations you manage. We should do what we can and not be addicted to it."

Du Wen really thought: "The real stage art is not suitable for you. I took "The Theory of Stage Design Creation" and it is a cutting-edge art. Your main body is still in tradition and is not suitable for this. Therefore, you don't have to devote your energy to studying the stage arts. You can take over Lao Lei's stick and pass it on to Damei training. Aunt Xi probably saw this and gave you three places for independent enrollment for piloting. This is to make you develop well, not go on your own."

The seasoning is simple cumin and chili noodles. Wan Changsheng dipped it in a little bit, and put it in his mouth with the aroma of hot onion and stir-frying meat. This is the best Pingjing flavor he ate today.

But it was mainly because in my mind, it was as if it was blown away by the taste of onion and garlic, and it was clearly clearly defined. He could understand it, but he didn't like the habit of calculating at this level, but Du Wen made it neatly analyze it.

Just like this fat beef and fat mutton, marinate there separately and use it as needed.

So I also took a sip of sour plum soup with a refreshing sip: "Okay, the day after tomorrow I went to the show, and the focus was on training, not my own things."

Du Wen was careful: "When I communicate with Aunt Xi, as long as I listen to her talk about you with someone, I will say that the script you drew for her is your own advantage. Those who can draw may not have the urge to be smart, and those who can react do not have the ability to express themselves by hand. Therefore, in the communication, you can use your sketchbook as much as possible. If you can express it with pictures, you don't need so much nonsense. This is originally a kind of charm of your display."

Wan Changsheng smiled: "This is also a trick."

Du Wen actually didn't eat much. She was used to dieting at night, symbolically clamping soybeans with a little bit of meat diced in the meaning: "You don't think this is a plan. In the film and television drama major, this is called character design and character setting. Because the audience's reception channels are limited, most students at Shuchuan Academy of Fine Arts have a relatively comprehensive impression of you, the top scorer, the student union president, and have made a lot of money and studied hard. This is still a bit vague and needs to be refined."

Wan Changsheng smiled: "I only admit half of the last one."

Du Wen also smiled: "People from other channels know too little about you, at most one or two points. If the character is not clear or unique, it will easily be submerged in various characters, so you must have your own characteristics."

Wan Changsheng nodded: "Okay, I understand."

Du Wen was satisfied: "After saying this, this is what Auntie is doing today. She is different from Auntie Xi. I hope you can take on social responsibilities. To put it simply, being a literary cadre. This is also the route I once wanted to design for you, but you have a scale in your heart, right?"

In Wan Changsheng's heart, he felt like sitting by the hot stove and drinking iced sour plum soup.

Almost never talked about this with him.

If there is a father, the father may take on this responsibility and teach his son the principles of being a person and doing things.

Unfortunately, no.

Mom and Huanhuan never discuss this with Wan Changsheng.

Grandpa is old and his mind is rigid, so he can only watch his grandson grow up with anticipation.

I can only ask my grandson to read the great principles in the book and find out which principles are universally applicable.

Without Guanyin Temple, Wan Changsheng is no longer the young master of the Wan family's Buddha. He is actually constantly trying and exploring.

But somehow I led such a large team and habitually put on the calmness and calmness of the temple.

Only then can followers believe it.

But he is actually only twenty-one years old.

I also want someone to discuss with myself and relax with the basics.

At least it's about confiding.

So at this moment he was extremely relaxed and so comfortable that he leaned directly on the seat behind him: "Learn from literature and martial arts, goods and imperial families, this sentence has been regarded as the most reasonable for literati and military generals for thousands of years. Even many noble literati who claim to be hard-working are actually waiting for the price. When Emperor Zhao said that he would urinate, and even put a knife on his neck, he would not be as powerful as this one."

Du Wen was also comfortable, as if she saw the casual boy who had casually broken down snail meat for her. She could only try to make her eyes less obsessed and brighter and more happy: "As for fame, most of them are still shameless."

There were not many people in the store, and the two of them sat in the corner where no one was paying attention. Du Wen sat in the dark green leather-wrapped seat on the fixed wall, and involuntarily took the unique slump posture of Pingjing people, without having to keep it in a tense position at any time.

Wan Changsheng is similar: "Wen Tianxiang is a model of hard bones. He keeps his loyalty and shining in history, but in fact it can be negotiated. If you have a good fate, you can return to your hometown with a yellow crown. What does this mean? Everyone takes a step back and let me become a monk and become a Taoist priest? I will be prepared as an outside consultant in the future. But, it is not impossible to ask me to provide consultation when necessary. This is already very straightforward. The implied meaning is that as the prime minister of the previous dynasty, I will be able to work hard for the Yuan Dynasty immediately. If I have less decent, I will be able to turn around the curve. As a result, the Mongolian Tartars were very successful. I don’t understand the implied meaning of this, and Wen Tianxiang had to die."

Du Wen must not have read many ancient books about Wan Changsheng, listened attentively and was a little bit small. He probably didn't expect the famous hard bones in history, and there was something else to say.

Wan Changsheng expressed it as: "But I don't need goods and imperial families. Our family does not rebel or cause trouble. We live in a corner to run a temple. For thousands of years, the war in the Central Plains has been difficult to burn into Shu, and the cultural movement has been fooled by the cunning laughter of the country people. Because we have seen through this historical process for thousands of years, no matter how big the official is, no matter how brilliant the achievements are, they are scumbags in front of time. The jokes about success and defeat of the king are constantly written, and no one can guarantee that they will never win. So as long as they enter this battlefield, they will fight to the death. I don't have this need, why bother to get angry?"

Du Wen smiled comfortably: "But you still stand up and take on social responsibilities."

Wan Changsheng nodded: "When I was in Guanyin Temple, it was because I had the responsibility to guarantee the inheritance of Guanyin Temple from generation to generation. Nowadays, young people can easily see the outside world. Some of the ancestors' moves are not effective, so I also have to let go of the restrictions of the Wanjia ancestral craftsmanship. This has cultivated my overall view. When I come to the Academy of Fine Arts, I will inevitably see various current situations. If I have the ability, I can change something, why not change and make this society better? But this is not the same as when I am going to be the literary and artistic cadre you are talking about. There is a huge watershed here, especially in this state. If I have to spend most of my energy to praise me or welcome and send off, I will instinctively disgust."

Du Wen nodded: "Okay, I know what you mean. Do what we should do and fulfill this sense of social responsibility, but not be described by these... what are these...?"

Wan Changsheng laughed: "Famous and fame."

Du Wen affirmed: "Well, it is not bound by fame or fame, nor is it bound by vulgarity... right?"

Wan Changsheng only raised the enamel jar in his hand and used sour plum soup to respect this smart girl. This comfort even covered her beauty.

Du Wen also raised the jar and touched it gently, and took the initiative to stop the situation of being immersed: "Let's go, I'm not close to my school, you will come back early later."

Wan Changsheng found that he was a little damn reluctant to leave.

But I must have gotten up and said yes, and then cleaned up the remaining meat in the saucepan.

Du Wen called for an online car-hailing trip, and the two stood by the roadside.

The heat that was just roasted by the stove has not dissipated, but it is still a little breeze.

Du Wen chose to untie her beautiful sweater that was knotted on her shoulders and cover her body. Wan Changsheng focused on her and helped her pull the back.

Du Wen pulled out her long hair from the collar of her sweater, but did not show her charm and carried her bag casually: "I want to prove that there is indeed friendship between men and women, as long as we realize that this friendship is based on our respect for the boundaries, right?"

Wan Changsheng nodded: "You are excellent, and I never deny that you are very attractive to me, but since you can only be friends, you must keep the boundaries."

It was almost the first time Du Wen heard Wan Changsheng admit this kind of favor, and just like this ordinary sentence, she stood there in her heart... throbbing, it was so sore and swelling that her chest was indescribable, with joy, and complex emotions of bitterness and sweetness.

He actually felt soft and stopped talking. He stood by the roadside with his eyes squinted and carried his bag and gently felt this kind of heartfelt emotion.

Wan Changsheng didn't hear her response and looked at her strangely.

After a while, the online car-hailing came and after calling, Du Wen opened her eyes: "It is very difficult to keep the boundary. After all, falling in love with someone may be just a moment, but it is too difficult to erase this love. I hope you will be relaxed now, return to the relaxation we just met, and return to that interesting soul, not to be guilty of me... I admit it was my fault, and I deliberately wanted to increase my weight in your heart little by little, which led to your alienation from me, and we will return to both sides of the boundary, okay?"

Wan Changsheng thought about it, and the exaggerated horror was: "Okay, you are so beautiful, I'm really shocked."

Du Wen laughed loudly, covering up the back of her hand that was rubbing through the corner of her eyes.
Chapter completed!