After Lin Qisong finished speaking, Yang Jianhuan nodded and said:
"Thank you, Qisong. Without you, without everyone, I'm afraid..."
"Oh, don't take it too seriously. It's just an accident. Just be fine."
"Um."
The scene fell into silence. Lin Qisong stared at the painting in her hand. After a long time, he finally couldn't help but ask the question in his heart:
"Well, I have always been curious. You like painting so much, so you must have invested a lot of time in your daily life. Doesn't this delay your research time? Aren't your school's postgraduate graduation requirements strict? If you don't seize the time to research, you can't.
Graduation would be terrible."
Yang Jianhuan didn't reply immediately, as if he was thinking about something. Lin Qisong also felt a little belatedly. Only when he said it, did he realize that he had said too much. You, an outsider, said that others can't graduate? Crow's mouth. He was just about to explain,
He said that he had no other intentions. At this time, Yang Jianhuan said:
"Maybe you are right. I really shouldn't continue to waste time on painting. To say that it has not delayed my scientific research time is just to deceive myself. But..."
Yang Jianhuan paused and continued:
"But I still don't want to give up this hobby."
"It's not that I don't like my major, but after doing it for a long time, many things seem to become my own tasks. But painting is different. It is something that I want to keep doing from the bottom of my heart."
"I occasionally draw some illustrations for website editors. Every time I receive their praise, I feel very happy."
"Even if this hobby doesn't bring me much profit, every time I express elements of life on paper, I feel that life is within my reach."
"This feeling that I am part of you and you are part of me makes me like everything around me."
"In this state, even if I am looking at a boring English paper, each letter seems to have become a note in my eyes, weaving music in my mind."
"I was immersed in this piece of music, imagining the environment I was in, and suddenly I got inspiration, so I wanted to put the imaginary picture on paper..."
The girl talked about her experience attentively, and became more and more excited as she talked. Her hands were still making gestures involuntarily, but in Lin Qisong's eyes, the gestures she made with her hands seemed meaningless.
Lin Qisong admitted that he had no sense of what she said.
When he read the paper, he couldn't feel the notes, let alone the pictures. He even wanted to complain, saying that such random thoughts were not a rigorous scientific research attitude.
However, this did not affect his shock at the girl's words.
He could feel the love of painting and life of the girls around him, and the same love for his scientific research work.
She loves everything around her and does not separate scientific research from ordinary life.
Although scientific research is not everything in her life, it is precisely because of painting in her life that scientific research has become a pleasant note in her life, rather than a mere noise.
Lin Qisong understood that although painting could not directly help her scientific research, it was the source of motivation for her to love life. He seemed to have thought of something, and at this moment, the door opened.
"Brother Song, oh, Jianhuan is awake too, that's great. We bought you something for you to fill your stomachs with."
Brother Hong and Feng Yang came back with food. After a while, three men and one woman also entered the room.
"Holy shit, Brother Song, are you okay? I heard you fell into the water..."
Chen Feng and Gao Feng also followed Ling Zhi and Zhao Shiyan to the health center. Lin Qisong felt warm in his heart. It felt good to have a buddy caring about him, but more importantly...
He turned to look at the girl, thoughtfully. He saw that she was carefully asking the nurse next to her whether she could eat...
…
Monday night, Linhai University.
"Shi...Shi Yan, you...wait for me for a while."
I saw Ling Zhi following Zhao Shiyan with sweat profusely, shouting with great effort:
"Oh, Ling Zhi, you usually don't exercise enough. From now on, I will drag you to exercise every night, haha."
"Exercise...it's nothing. Don't run so fast. I can't catch up with you."
"Oh, you idiot, I'll run ahead and wait for you. Why do you have to run as fast as me? Just take your time."
Zhao Shiyan found it strange that Ling Zhi would take the initiative to ask her to run together tonight. But she thought it was good. She didn't think Ling Zhi was running slowly, but seeing him follow her so hard, she felt like saying no.
Out of satisfaction.
"But speaking of which, why do you suddenly want to run? Do you want to change your image of an otaku in my mind? Haha."
Zhao Shiyan stopped and looked at Ling Zhi with interest.
Ling Zhi stopped and gasped for air, and didn't bother to speak. Zhao Shiyan didn't pay attention either, and continued to talk to himself:
"Actually, you don't have to worry. Regardless of whether you are a homebody or not, I will be your friend. You don't have to work so hard."
Ling Zhi followed this tone and said angrily:
"When did you tag me again? If I were really a homebody, would I still go out to play ball often? And ask you out for a hike? Oh, forget it, I won't be able to talk to you if I don't tell you this."
Ling Zhi paused, supported his knees, lowered his head and continued:
"I just think about my performance yesterday, and I feel a little ashamed. I obviously thought that I should be able to help, but in the end I was still half-assed. If you hadn't been here, I would have wasted a lot of time. I really..."
When Ling Zhi said this, he felt a pair of strong palms put on his shoulders.
"Don't underestimate yourself so much, Ling Zhi, don't underestimate the role you played yesterday. Of all the people present, except Brother Song, you were the one with the fastest reaction. I admit that I was a little scared at the time, no.
I know what to do. It wasn’t until you ran to get the fishing rod that I started to calm down and think about what to do. In that case, if I can’t call the boat, I might have to... I can only..."
Ling Zhi stood up, but did not push away the girl's hands. Looking at her hesitant expression, he said doubtfully:
"What can I do?"
"Um...it's okay, it's okay, don't worry about it."
Zhao Shiyan put away his hands and turned his head, his face flushed with embarrassment.
"Um, what's wrong with you, Shi Yan? You..."
"Oh, I already said it's okay, so don't ask anymore."
After saying that, he ran out in a hurry.
"Hey, wait for me."
…
Ling Zhi returned to the dormitory sweating profusely and saw Brother Song facing the computer, processing the photos he took yesterday.
"Brother Song, your hand is injured, why are you still working so hard? Why don't you rest for two days?"
Lin Qisong said without looking back:
"It's okay, it's not like my broken finger was just typing on the keyboard. Strike while the iron is hot and process the photos."
Ling Zhi took a closer look and saw Lin Qisong sifting through the pictures on the computer, a pile of wrinkled paintings on the table next to him, and the cell phone with its shell removed.
"This should be Jianhuan's painting, right? This phone...well, it's not the brand you use, is it? It's Jianhuan's?"
"Well, my cell phone happened to be in my bag at that time. She was not so lucky, but luckily nothing was lost. I used a hair dryer today, so it must be fine."
Just as he was talking, Chen Feng opened the door and walked in. Seeing Ling Zhi standing next to Lin Qisong, he also walked over and asked:
"Brother Song, how do you feel? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
"It's okay. Apart from the pain in my hand, there's nothing major."
"That's good. Oh, but this time you can be considered a hero to save the beauty. It's worth it if you suffer a little injury, haha. Huh? Is this your mobile phone? Is your mobile phone flooded?"
As he spoke, he reached out to take it and take a look. Lin Qisong quickly slapped his hand away and said:
"It's not mine, don't move."
"It's not yours? That's...fuck, these girls have given you their mobile phones, okay, they trust you so much."
"It's just a matter of trust. This phone has been soaked in water for such a long time. If you don't take care of it properly, it will be a pity to scrap it in the future. There are still many paintings she saved in it."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, why do you feel bad about other people's paintings? Hmm? Please confess, are you..."
"Oh, okay, stop teasing Brother Song. Isn't it interesting for you to compete with a patient?"
Ling Zhi stopped Chen Feng's gossip at the right time.
"That's true, but Brother Song, if there is good news in the future, don't forget to tell your brother."
"Fuck you, there's no good news."
Brother Song said angrily. Ling Zhi and Chen Feng sat back in their seats. Lin Qisong silently glanced at the painting at hand, then glanced at the phone, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, and soon returned to a wooden face, turning around
He turned his head and continued to stare at the computer sifting through pictures.
Tuesday, morning, School of Communication and Design.
Lin Qisong came to his laboratory and prepared to start a day of scientific research.
For those who study computer science, why is the laboratory in the School of Communication?
In fact, the laboratory was set up here because some teachers had some data, equipment or project-level cooperation with the School of Communication.
In addition, the number of students enrolled in the School of Computer Science has increased dramatically in recent years, so the school is also happy for teachers to actively cooperate with other schools.
Lin Qisong sat in his seat and waited for a while. Lao Wu came to the laboratory and walked straight to his seat. No other students greeted him.
Wu Bing, 50 years old, is quite old. He has not been rated as a professor yet. He is still an associate professor for the time being. Therefore, he has been very strict with student papers in recent years. He hopes to produce some results before retiring. Fortunately, he has some on hand.
There are few projects, so the laboratory is not short of funds.
Lin Qisong stood up and walked towards Lao Wu.
In such a small laboratory, the slightest movement can easily attract everyone's attention. The sound of typing on the keyboards of everyone in the room stopped involuntarily, and the hum of the server bellows could be heard in the room.
I saw Lin Qisong standing next to Lao Wu, smiling and saying: