Han Xiaomin thoughtfully. She had a political mind and could see this height that many art students could not see.

So basically, I don't speak throughout the whole process.

After seeing Wan Changsheng invite everyone to eat and drink, he suggested going to the bar to sit.

Perhaps in his entertainment channel, there is only the single option of bar. There are usually so many literary salons, and it is suitable for so many people.

Du Wen searched for a mass-traded KTV near her home on her mobile phone to sing and drink.

Wan Changsheng rubbed his hands happily.

Perhaps the professional environment of the Academy of Fine Arts has made him always addicted to his studies and busyness.

It is rare to have such relaxation.

Even when he comes to KTV, he doesn't sing or dance, he just happily drinks with everyone and draws a few sketches, and is more about experiencing the daily social activities of modern urban youth.

But it is a bit different from the kind of busy people who always think.

Du Wen always quietly put herself aside and just asked everyone to arrange it. In the end, Han Xiaomin couldn't help but go over to accompany her.

Only Zhong Mingxia is the most exciting one. She has a very good voice and a typhoon, and she plays from beginning to end with a few microphones.

This atmosphere without any interest in the atmosphere made Zhong Mingxia relax like never before, and even organized a group of girls to dance Korean-pop fan dance with her with tissues!

Wan Changsheng, who had only watched Sichuan opera and various grass-roots teams in the countryside, listened to the deafening sound, and then looked at the explosive dance that seemed familiar to the screen, which was a little dull.

Zhong Mingxia is tall and has a good figure. She looks quite stylish with her orchid fingers on her lips with her backhand raised and swaying with powerful music!

As a result, there were two boys and one girl in this group of big beauty clubs who had experiences in street dance and were able to keep up with her rhythm. Everyone stood in a queue and swayed, making everyone cheer. Even the glass on the door of the song room could not help but stick it on it.

There were also several boys and girls who wanted to dance with them, but they didn’t have enough skills and could only jump around.

Wan Changsheng, who had never experienced the passion of rock and roll, was surprised. He subconsciously looked at Du Wen. His bright eyes smiled at him, and he also had a bit of joking and joking, as if he was encouraging Wan Changsheng and even if he had the ability, he would go up and dance.

Wan Changsheng smiled and shook his head. He didn't know why he could understand this without saying anything.

But he really thought the dance was beautiful.

The enchanting figure, unrestrained dynamics, and passionate release all show beauty.

Even though Wan Changsheng felt it was a little quarrel and was not used to it, it did not prevent him from thinking that it was indeed beautiful.

No wonder the princes and nobles in ancient times had to raise dancers and musicians to sing and dance.

This is originally a way to express emotions.

It seems that my understanding of art must expand to more art-related fields such as dance and music.

This is the comprehensive understanding of art.

So after Zhong Mingxia and the others finished dancing, Wan Changsheng took the lead in applauding warmly.

The model was a little shy, and giggled and grabbed the watermelon on the table and sneaked to the screen to choose songs.

Fun!

Perhaps the only thing that she is not used to is Fisheryan. She felt extremely uncomfortable with such entertainment and carnival scenes, and even felt guilty and guilty. She was restless for a while and used the excuse to take the children to visit the campus and take a step first.

Wan Changsheng doesn’t persuade him, everyone has his own measurements.

Everyone played together until after ten o'clock, Zhong Mingxia was still unsatisfied.

When I got down, I saw Fisheryan sitting in the business car in a daze. The child had already been sleeping soundly in the seat behind.

Wan Changsheng can't drive after drinking.

Du Wen sent off all the classmates one after another while he helped him call the designated driver.

Fisherman also came down to stand beside his master, wearing simple cold-proof clothes and jeans, which looked like the most ordinary female college student.

Wan Changsheng drank some wine before talking more: "Old Xu's treatment was very difficult, but this was a transformation for himself. The painful transformation that had been peeled off. I firmly believe that he could survive and consulted the doctor repeatedly. His advantage lies in his youth and his illness is not in the late stage. So fight hard, but he hopes you are happy. You are not as energetic as you are in high school. You were quite happy in the intensive class that year, but now you have become so depressed. It's not good, it's really bad."

Fisheryan lowered her head and pinched the corner of her clothes with a little helplessness: "But he...but he..."

Wan Changsheng has never been in a relationship and is qualified to teach people: "He doesn't want to drag you down, and he doesn't want you to take care of him because he feels pity for him. So at this time, you should do something that makes him feel that he is worthy of nostalgia in the world. I heard from Xu's mother that he has issued two critical illness notices, and almost saw his soul leaving his body. If he has attachment and strong desire to survive, wouldn't he be able to win the battle against illness?"

If it's good, the girl's thinking is only focused on the details she cares about, tears come out of her eyes, and the lenses are foggy: "Really?! I don't dare to disturb him. I can't contact him on phone or WeChat. I can only ask my classmates in the group, his condition is so dangerous?"

Wan Changsheng didn't ask Han Xiaomin to show those photos to Fisheryan: "He is now in a state of complete isolation and treatment. It seems that he is coming to an end. I will give you an address and send you something, such as the paintings you draw, but it is best not to disturb him. I have only seen them once. He is walking on a tightrope, and if you are not careful, there will be problems. So isn't it good for you to pass on your emotions to him by drawing?"

The girl with tears in her eyes finally nodded slowly.

Du Wen patted her shoulder and hugged her with Qingmei's group of people crossing the street into the campus: "Come here tomorrow afternoon to pick me up to the theater academy..."

Wan Changsheng did not follow the rules: "If you dare to skip class tomorrow morning and go to the Palace Museum, you will come to the hotel before nine o'clock!"

The young students laughed and said yes!

Du Wen couldn't help rolling her eyes beautifully.

Fu Shiliang and the others recruited taxis to leave first.

Han Xiaomin got in the car before leaning over to say goodbye to Wan Changsheng, the co-pilot: "I will go to report tomorrow morning. I can't stay with you. I'll keep in touch these few days."

Wan Changsheng nodded and said nothing.

But Han Xiaomin sighed: "Du Wen is completely different from what I imagined."

Wan Changsheng's mouth moved and he resisted his inquiry: "She has been improving and improving herself very quickly. To be honest, she has changed so much now compared to two years ago, so it is our honor to have such friends."

These words almost blocked all the words Han Xiaomin wanted to mess with, but it was also impossible for the Secretary-General to say: "How was she like before?"

Wan Changsheng smiled and stopped talking: "You should have more contact with her in the future. I am close to Zhu Zhechi. I want to be with those who work hard and will become better."

Han Xiaomin was simply dissatisfied with such a stable response, but he found that he could not be reverse compatible, so he had to ask Zhong Mingxia next to him: "What do you think of her?"

The model who hadn't drunk much wine and was almost singing and dancing chuckled: "Beautiful, even if she was put in our studio to take photos, her face should be very photogenic. Brother Wan, should I hide her from my sister-in-law this time?"

Wan Changsheng laughed: "Hiddenly hiding Du Wen? They are very familiar. It's a pity that you can't do this business."

Zhong Mingxia: "Really? You are so brave!"

Wan Changsheng is open and upright: "We have not done anything shameful, we need to hide it, why are we guilty?"

The two girls sat behind and looked at each other a little, wanting to boo this guy.

However, Han Xiaomin obviously noticed a detail. After getting off the car, he helped Wan Changsheng carry the child into the hotel, dragged him behind and asked Zhong Mingxia in a low voice: "Are you very familiar with his girlfriend?"

Zhong Mingxia's facial features are not as beautiful as Du Wen. She has a little thin eyes with single eyelids. She is still squinting and squinting at this moment: "Well... I often go shopping together."

Han Xiaomin was surprised. In terms of figure, her face was not as good as hers. In terms of mind, she had always been confident. Suddenly, she found that everyone was silent and had articles!

While the two of them were staying in the same room, they asked a lot this night.

The next day, Zhong Mingxia was a little sleepy in the morning.

But Wan Changsheng originally said that it would be considered as starting work if she followed her to the Drama Academy in the afternoon, but Zhong Mingxia was very exploratory and wanted to go to the museum with the students!

Looking at the nearly twenty people gathered together, it doesn’t matter if Wan Changsheng said goodbye to Han Xiaomin and everyone just took a taxi separately.

Du Wen didn't follow him and didn't come, and Wan Changsheng didn't drive at all. The alley around the palace, along with the Drama Academy, was simply a hell of parking. In addition, Pingjing's urban area is famous for being blocked everywhere, so driving really makes me feel uncomfortable.

But such a large group of people came to the museum to work in imports and exports, just like a tour group, and there were foreign-related personnel, so they must have stopped the staff and asked for a letter of introduction.

What era is this? Many college students probably haven't heard of what the letter of introduction is.

Fortunately, Lao Jingtou took it all on the phone and invited it himself. Wan Changsheng also had a work permit and had a very good attitude to arrange for each friend to hand over his ID card to register. By the way, he found that Zhong Mingxia was not even twenty years old, which was considered a talent.

The girl was carrying a large cloth bag and wearing a loose sportswear and wearing a cold-proof suit, finally covering her good figure.

But when she walked in the palace in the secluded courtyard of the deep palace, looking around excitedly, trying to secretly take photos, she looked disappointed: "Is this the palace? It's so old and so broken, and it looks so beautiful in the TV series..."

In fact, this has shocked the little friends from West Asia. The layers of palaces and high-walled courtyards are extremely solemn. Especially when you get closer, you will see the densely packed bricks and palace tiles of the city walls, and are filled with traces of historical precipitation everywhere.

Wan Changsheng's patience explained: "First of all, the ones you choose on TV are all good-looking angles. Secondly, the place has been repaired. It is normal for the hundreds of years of palaces to be aging due to wind and sun. Only those that are open to the outside world are repaired well. These dilapidated points are normal."

Then he taught to other friends: "Take everyone here to see the angle that ordinary tourists cannot see, to experience more of these traditional art details, and to help everyone find opportunities to experience the source of cultural and creative products of the museum, which is considered to be a visit to the environment where they are advanced."

Everyone agreed repeatedly.
Chapter completed!