In fact, it is mainly because of being good at giving some small traps to people in front of Guanyin Temple, and suddenly I find that I seem to have fallen into a big trap.

After spending nearly a month together, Wan Changsheng found that he was really a little used to Du Wen's existence.

This is very clear in his different feelings when he went to the Academy of Fine Arts three times.

It was obvious that Lao Cao could see his expression: "Why, have you quarreled with your little girlfriend?"

Wan Changsheng quickly packed up his expression: "No, no, she is really not my girlfriend, but we are both transfer students. We want to help each other quickly in such a short time, so I move out to share the apartment. I don't care much about other people's opinions, but I and I are not the kind of casual people."

Old Cao actually smiled and hugged his shoulders across the road: "Isn't you a human being when you get up casually? Hahaha."

It is not as good as a master at all, which makes Wan Changsheng choke and has to adapt to this atmosphere.

Perhaps it was Lao Cao's temperament that took the lead, which made it difficult for Wan Changsheng to feel about the connections of the middle-aged and young people he met next.

Zhao Leilei was also there, and raised a glass with a smile: "What should I drink? Foreign wine or beer?"

Wan Changsheng hesitated: "Is there any white wine?"

Actually, I feel a little regretful that I should bring the bottle of Wuliangye that I haven't drunk halfway.

Four or five people laughed: "It's a bit interesting..."

The old boy with slightly buck teeth just opened the curtain and came in: "What are you having fun?"

Someone snatched the words: "White Liquor, don't you have a few bottles of good white wine? This is the little Wan of Lao Cao. I sat down and said I would drink white wine!"

Wan Changsheng quickly waved his hand: "I have never drunk foreign wine, and I basically don't drink beer at home. I only have two glasses of white wine to drink."

The old boy had a buzz cut, wide-skinned big face and buck teeth, and he laughed before he could speak. Then he looked at Wan Changsheng and nodded: "I dressed very fashionablely, not like Leilei said when he came back."

Lao Cao smiled: "With a huge and beautiful little girlfriend, she naturally dressed in a trendy manner, but he explained to me just now that they are pure..."

The long voice made everyone laugh, the kind that was so happy that Lao Tong quickly touched the phone, probably because he ordered the nanny at home or someone to send his old cellar over. He hung up the phone and looked inappropriate: "Yes, yes, yes, we must always face life with a pure heart, this is the primary premise..."

It felt that such an inconspicuous little thing made the middle-aged and young people easily accept Wan Changsheng.

After the white wine came, only Lao Tong, Lao Cao and Wan Changsheng had some drinks. The others basically poured glasses of foreign wine. A very small number of people took a bottle of beer on the street, and they had a strong street atmosphere.

Obviously, the type with a bad alcohol tolerance is not very good, and it will be a little drunk in a short while.

The topic center just started by making fun of Wan Changsheng, curious about why his little girlfriend didn't follow him, and then spread the topic, from art genre to sketching insights, mocking someone who was shameless and laughing at someone who plagiarized his work and was arrested for plagiarizing his works, and blaming him everywhere.

Wan Changsheng's hesitation before coming was actually thinking that this was a social engagement.

Just like Jia Huanhuan mentioned that her father often gets drunk when doing business outside, Wan Changsheng instinctively disgusted with this kind of time-wasting drinking.

The main reason is to be disgusted with drinking for the sake of benefits.

So Du Wen asked him to manage his connections, and he was a little resistant.

But in fact, he came unknowingly as Du Wen’s request.

Wan Changsheng has never been a stubborn guy. As long as he does not involve the bottom line of principles, he is dispensable most of the time, just follow his little otaku's thoughts.

I didn't expect this to feel.

Including this bar feel.

It was not the messy place he imagined like a young lady who dressed very little, full of literary atmosphere.

There are also everyone sitting here who just call Xiao Wan and Lao Cao, just like the online name, and they have no job background at all, just relaxed nonsense.

Isn’t this the portrayal of the spiritual world that ancient literati most admired by the willful and refreshing, crazy and famous scholars, and romantic?

No one praises Wan Changsheng, but he will not ignore him. Anyone who glances at him will come and go. Later, the only topic is related to him is that someone mentioned who is a bit crazy recently, and I don’t know why.

Several others smiled and pointed at Wan Changsheng: "Didn't you say he has a very beautiful girlfriend?"

When he mentioned this, he opened his mouth wide, then slapped himself with two mouths, raised the bottle of wine to Wan Changsheng: "I was wrong, Brother Wan, let's go!"

Apart from this topic, Wan Changsheng feels that all other time is very comfortable!

When I was at home, where could I find a bunch of such crazy scholars?

It is not for any interest relationship, but can talk to each other and express your views as you wish. Some people refute, discuss and argue.

Wan Changsheng, who was curled up in the woods of the stele, felt so much, and was all held in his stomach. Grandpa was old and could no longer talk to his beloved grandson. Wan Changsheng was actually very lonely.

This is a kind of loneliness in the spiritual world.

So he and Du Wen had a feeling of being together for a long time.

But compared to the men in front of you, that's a scumbag!

Hasn't anyone ever said that, putting aside the trembling for a few seconds, men essentially prefer to play with men.

Zhao Leilei, who was a little shy when chatting, the open-minded and honest old Cao, the old boy who liked to talk a lot the most, and the greasy beer uncle who looked like a catfish and had to wear a ponytail. Anyway, they were all knowledgeable and spoke nicely, which made Wan Changsheng, who was wearing a bright yellow down jacket, unable to help but hold his sleeves with his hands involuntarily. In addition to asking him to drink, he kept the hunched back and laughing and listening attentively to every word.

This is a person he had never met when setting up a stall in front of Guanyin Temple.

I have been walking in the desert for a long time and was filled with joy when I met the sweet spring.

So the elder brothers and uncles could see the sweet expression on his face.

He didn't think of him as a layman who had not yet been admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts. He said that he was drinking and chatting here almost every day, just like a salon. It doesn't matter who goes abroad on business and goes abroad. He comes to sit when he has time.

So before they knew it, Wan Changsheng and Lao Cao and Lao Tong shared the bottle of the two or three thousand yuan. I don’t know who went to settle the bill, and then everyone left at 11 or 12 o’clock.

Lao Cao didn't care about Wan Changsheng: "I have to go back to the studio to draw some pictures. Next time I ask you to go to my studio to have a drink. Is it okay to go back by myself?"

Wan Changsheng bowed respectfully: "No problem, thank you for bringing me to know so many interesting good friends. Next time I bring a bottle of wine to drink."

Lao Cao smiled and patted his shoulder: "Let's talk about it after the exam. Actually, I want you to see. The Academy of Fine Arts can help you find friends with similar interests. This is not a very profound place, but it is also a place full of pride. We have talent, not necessarily the kind of talent that is in the Abbott and Dingguo. But in history, the brilliant brilliance of people like us will not be missing. Forever, men should open their horizons and minds. I drank a few cups and said something nonsense, and left!"

Wave your hand and turn around and leave.

With the remaining ten thousand immortals, standing in the slightly cold wind in early winter, my heart was inexplicably hot.

In the stele forest of Guanyin Temple, there are actually many poems and songs of ancestors who have been depressed and unsuccessful. In those war-filled eras, Guanyin Temple not only built its own private schools to learn literature and character calculations for several disciples, but also protected many literati and poets. When literature and works were at its peak, there were also scholars in academy. But slowly now, the business is getting bigger and bigger, and there are more monks, but literati gradually withered to the point where there is only one immortality.

He thought that in this era, there were no literati and poets, and there was no such scholarly spirit as the willful and refreshing.

I didn't expect to meet here.

So he stood there for a while, walked across the road, and walked into the gate of the art school opposite.

I came here two or three times before, but I didn’t even go in to visit the school environment I hoped to be admitted. Maybe Wan Changsheng’s heart was not that hopeful at that time.

At this moment, he finally wanted to know about it.

But the first time I walked into this university campus, it was not the kind of bright lights he imagined, and the sound of books was a little gloomy and dim.

After drinking some wine, Wan Changsheng could not see the scene beside the Tao that could be seen during the day.
Chapter completed!