Guo Jingyu came home suddenly, and the family was very surprised. When Guo's father opened the door for him, he was still holding a mop. After seeing it, he immediately hugged his son and said overjoyed: "Why did you come back suddenly without saying hello and have dinner? Okay, let me do it for you?"
Guo Jingyu said: "I've eaten, I've almost finished my studies in the studio, so I'm back."
Guo's mother came over to hear him say this, and was a little surprised: "Isn't it necessary to practice drawing for a long time, why did your class come back?"
"Mom, it wasn't my class that came back, I was the only one. The professional teacher at the studio said that I was learning fast, and there was nothing to teach me, and they even wrote me a letter of guarantee for me to bring back. He told me to let me Go back to school and take some more cultural lessons, the scores will go up, and when the certificate comes down, you can choose a good school." Guo Jingyu changed his shoes at the door and put down his backpack, "Really, I didn't lie to you, I still have it in my bag. There are paintings, I will open them for you and my dad to see later."
Guo's parents were skeptical, and when Guo Jingyu showed them the painting, they realized that the painting was really good. Although they were laymen and didn't know much about art, what Guo Jingyu brought back was the studio. The daily practice test works, in Lao Cao's words, are in the style of the Repin Academy of Fine Arts, realistic.
Others can't see it, this realism is too recognizable.
When it comes to painting figures and still lifes, it's all about whether they look like them or not.
Guo's father praised him silently after reading it, and Guo's mother was also very happy. He felt that his son went out to study in vain this time.
Guo Jingyu returned from his studies and was very confident. While showing it, he said, "Mom, how is it?"
Guo's mother nodded again and again: "Yes, the painting is really good."
Guo Jingyu said proudly: "That is, I told you a long time ago that your son is a genius."
Guo's mother spat at him: "How can you say that about yourself? It's not good to be arrogant."
Guo Jingyu said: "It's not just me who said that. The teachers and students in our studio all agree. If you don't believe me, you can ask. When I came back this time, it was also suggested by our studio's teacher, Cao. The other classmates are doing fan paintings!" He took out a stack of money prepared in advance from his pocket, put it on the coffee table, and said to his parents, "Mom, there is a total of 20,000 yuan here, you can keep it. ."
Guo's mother was startled, "Where did you come from?"
"Didn't I tell you just now that Mr. Cao said that I was good at drawing, so he asked me to do model painting in the class, which was considered a substitute class. He forfeited my tuition and gave me a subsidy for class hours." Guo Jingyu said: "You paid the training fee for me before, 2,000 yuan a month, and the total tuition fee is 12,000 yuan. The other 8,000 is the living expenses you called me. I'm useless. an integer."
"Give so much?"
"No, your son, I can endure it!"
Guo Jingyu was afraid that she would not believe it, so he gave her Lao Cao's phone number. Anyway, their parents knew the phone number of Lao Cao's studio, and they knew the truth and falsehood when they asked.
Taking advantage of this time, he took a set of clean clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower. It was very comfortable not to have to fight for the bathroom with a group of people. When she came out after wiping her hair, Guo's mother just finished the phone call with Lao Cao, and Lao Cao didn't say anything, because it was agreed in advance, only the situation of Guo Jingyu's studio was mentioned, and he didn't say a word. The matter of cooperating with Wu Xiajun to open a store.
I don't know how Lao Cao was touting it. Mother Guo looked at her son with fluttering eyes, and she hesitated several times.
Guo Jingyu was overjoyed, he sat aside and hugged her and said, "Mom, just admit it generously, come on, tell me loudly, is your son a genius?"
Guo's mother patted him and couldn't hold back her laughter. After a while, she asked him in a low voice, "Your teacher Cao said just now, do you want to go to Tsinghua University?"
Guo Jingyu nodded and said, "I think Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts is okay."
This is more than OK, it is simply too good!
Guo's mother looked him up and down again, her eyes lit up, "Son, if you can really get into Tsinghua University, you can mention the conditions, and Mom promises you everything!"
Guo Jingyu said: "Really? If I don't think about it now, will I be able to mention it later?"
"Of course, it counts at any time, and it will be cashed for you!"
"What about my dad?"
"I agreed for him, I have the final say in our family!"
Guo Jingyu suddenly regained his spirits, took out a pen and paper, and wrote a letter of guarantee on the spot. While writing quickly, he said to her: "Mom, there is no evidence for words, and words are the basis!"
Guo's mother stared at the word "Tsinghua" on it, and she couldn't open her eyes with laughter. She signed her name without saying a word, and she also signed her husband's name.
Guo Jingyu said, "I just wanted to ask, where is my dad?"
Guo's mother said: "It's not that your teacher Cao said that you can take the Tsinghua exam in your major. When your father was happy, he ran to buy you the salt-baked chicken on the street in front of you, saying that you like to eat it and make it a late-night snack for you."
Guo Jingyu hugged her and laughed.
Guo's mother sighed: "You came back this time and worked hard to get your grades. Don't be held back by the cultural class. By the way, Xiaozhou often came over when you were away and gave you a lot of things..."
Guo Jingyu was a little surprised, "Where? What?"
"It's all on the desk in your room, you can see for yourself, we didn't move."
Guo Jingyu couldn't wait to go in and take a look. A neat stack of papers from various subjects was placed on his desk. The thickness was spectacular, and it was Li Tongzhou's style.
Li Tongzhou's text message also came, asking him if he was home.
Guo Jingyu called, half lying on the bed and said lazily: "I'm here, I just went to take a shower." He didn't wait for a reply, and immediately started to complain: "You're not dating me and Ben, you just want to let me learn."
Li Tongzhou laughed, "Look first, if you don't understand anything, come back to me."
"I'm tired."
"Then you can lie in bed and watch."
"… it is good."
Guo Xuezhu has no human rights, so he can only go to study after hanging up.
Guo Jingyu flipped through it and found that the papers were actually not as many as he had imagined. At the back of each paper was a copy of the answers and question analysis, but they were folded and sealed with a stapler, which looked special. A thick pile. Obviously, the other party hopes that after he has done it himself, he will compare the answer. It is indeed Li Tongzhou's style.
Guo Jingyu took it apart and read a copy, half lying on the bed writing the question, not knowing whether it was because he was tired from the road, or whether he hadn't studied for a long time, and fell asleep after writing half a page.
The salt-baked chicken on Qian Street sells very well, and it takes a long time to wait in line. After Guo’s father came home with the steaming salt-baked chicken, he immediately tore a plate and planned to send it to his son. But when the supper was delivered, he saw that his son was already asleep on the bed with a pen in his hand.
When Dad Guo saw it, he picked up the pen in his hand and the test papers scattered on the bed, put it back on the table, and covered it with a blanket.
Guo's mother also saw it at the door. Her eyes were a little distressed, and she said to her husband, "Jingyu is working too hard. I feel very uncomfortable when I look at it. Do you think that I sent him to learn painting, did I put pressure on him?"
Guo's father persuaded: "It's okay, boy, if you don't beat him, you won't be a talent."
He was actually distressed, but seeing his son coming back in good spirits, he was relieved. He didn't report much hope from the beginning. Their old Guo family was a scumbag. Everyone was at this level.
The more so, the happier the day is.
Guo Jingyu had a good night's sleep, but the Guo family and his wife were so excited that they couldn't sleep. Guo's mother pushed her husband and simply called him to get up and chat, "Old Guo, you said that our son is strange today, so let me sign it. A guarantee, I really can't figure it out."
Guo's father was happy: "He took the initiative to issue a military order? Isn't that good."
"What is written on the guarantee letter? If he can be admitted to Tsinghua University, let us promise him a condition. No matter what we ask, it is interesting to attach conditions. It is only a guarantee that the whole family will live in harmony for 20 years..." Guo's mother herself He also laughed, "If he can get into a first-class university, I will move him a ladder even if he wants to pick the moon!"
Dad Guo said happily: "I'll move him too, two ladders, he can climb it casually!"
The two of them never imagined that they would be so proud one day, especially Guo's mother, who knew that she was the one who attended the parent-teacher conference since Guo Jingyu was in elementary school.
The next morning, Guo Jingyu got up and ate hot salt-baked chicken.
Dad Guo's craftsmanship is excellent. After returning to the oven and heating, he also prepared a sweet and sour sauce. When eating it, it was dipped in soup, which was richer than the original taste.
Guo Jingyu was full, packed his schoolbag and went to school.
After he arrived at the school, he went to Mr. Jin, who taught art, and reported to her. After all, when I suddenly came back from the studio, I always had to say hello to the professional teacher and tell her about my situation.
Guo Jingyu had already made preparations. When he came back from the Beijing studio, he brought a few paintings that he thought were pretty good. In addition, there was a letter written by Lao Cao, which said that he basically had no problem learning painting, and he could do it early next year. Directly participate in the professional examination, and suggest that he come back to stabilize the cultural course for one year.
The third year of high school is the stage of sprinting, and the atmosphere of preparation for the exam is already very dignified.
Teacher Jin also understood that she nodded immediately after seeing Guo Jingyu's painting, but still said to him: "It's fine if you come back to take the culture class, but you must not fall behind in your major, and you will have a major exam in half a year. Very important, this is your first pass for the college entrance examination, you know?"
"I know." Guo Jingyu assured her, "I will pay close attention to both sides."
Teacher Jin was still worried, and tried to discuss it with him: "Otherwise, I'm taking the second year of high school, and it happens that there is an empty art classroom in the class next to me. You can come here to paint for 2 hours every day. You decide by yourself, you can leave it when you draw it, and I will give you a review the next day." She patted Guo Jingyu on the shoulder and said in a gentle voice, "You are a good student, and the teacher is very optimistic about you, so let's continue the professional class atmosphere. Go down, don't get out of touch, it won't delay your class time too much."
Guo Jingyu said, "Okay, I'll come over to paint for my self-study in the evening."
Teacher Kim agreed.
Guo Jingyu finished the professional course and went back to Class 7—there is still a small oolong here. Guo Jingyu subconsciously went to Class 2 and 7 of Senior High School first, and then he remembered that their Class 3 and 7 of Senior High School was on the third floor, and shook a bit. , hurry up.
When Guo Jingyu arrived, it happened to be the class teacher's class, so he made a report and went in and sat back to his seat.
When he came in, there was a little commotion. The head teacher wiped the blackboard in front of him and patted the blackboard, drawing everyone's attention back: "Students, continue the class, and focus on this next question. This type of question must be memorized. Prison, next week's exam is likely to be out... "
Guo Jingyu sat next to Li Tongzhou, his desk was wiped clean, but there were no textbooks on it. Li Tongzhou, who was on the side, quickly pushed his book and came over to read it with him, and said in a low voice, "You haven't received your textbooks and workbooks for this semester. They are in the teacher's office. I'll get them for you after class."
Guo Jingyu leaned over to read the same book with him, and whispered, "Is there another exam next week?"
Li Tongzhou nodded lightly.
Guo Jingyu looked around and saw that he had changed some students he didn't know. He must have been adjusted from other classes. The atmosphere in the class was very tense, and there was no relaxed play like the previous two years. Everyone was burying their heads. study hard.
Guo Jingyu was sighing in his heart, when someone suddenly touched his arm lightly, he followed the textbook and turned the page, drawing a backgammon board in the blank, Li Tongzhou handed him a mechanical pencil with his eyes down, "Come here? "
Guo Jingyu: "..."
Guo Jingyu looked at him, and then looked around, with a strange look on his face. What happened to their classmates
Li Tongzhou also looked up at him, and didn't think there was any problem at all. He and Guo Jingyu had always gotten along like this. From his understanding, Guo Jingyu's favorite thing to play was backgammon in class.
Guo Jingyu couldn't stand the temptation, so he played a game with him.
Lost so badly.
People like Guo Jingyu who had no desire to win or lose were aroused by small flames, and immediately took the eraser and killed another game.
The second game was not so lucky. They were caught by the head teacher.
The head teacher of the seventh class couldn't accept that his favorite student was playing games in class, and he was still such a paediatric backgammon. He reluctantly said: "You two, go out and stand for ten minutes!"
It was also a coincidence that Teacher Jin came to look for Guo Jingyu. She had just asked the Academic Affairs Office for the key to the art classroom, and planned to bring it to their top students in person. As soon as she went up to the third floor, she saw standing in the empty corridor. Of the two boys, one of them looked too much like Guo Jingyu.
Teacher Jin took a closer look, and immediately felt distressed, "Jing Yu, why are you outside?"
Guo Jingyu looked innocent: "Teacher, what did I do? I violated a little class discipline... Come out and reflect."
Accompany him there to reflect, and within a few minutes, the head teacher of the seventh class came out. He was also worried about Li Tongzhou, and was very reluctant to let the top students in his class stand.
When Teacher Jin saw him, he immediately said: "Jing Yu and the others just came back from outside, he didn't do it on purpose, after all, the studio is not the same as the school, next time you say something to him, don't make him stand up, he paints very well. hard."
"...??" The head teacher of Class 7 was also extremely distressed at the moment.
Why doesn't our classmate Li have a hard time in class? As soon as he came back, he dragged the first place in our class to play backgammon!
When the teachers on both sides were negotiating, they completely stood on their own positions and insisted that they would not waver. Teacher Jin felt sorry for Guo Jingyu, and felt that this child would have to work hard to get out of half a year to come back to the cultural class. Thinking about it, he would stay up all night and work hard for him. Those who struggled and shed tears; the head teacher of Class 7 was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe, they Li Tongzhou, did the pressure lessen? Not everyone can maintain the first place in the grade. Li Tongzhou has never taken other rankings since he entered the school. Who knows the pressure and self-monitoring involved!
As a result of the negotiation between the two sides, Guo Jingyu and Li Tongzhou followed and stood in the corridor for five more minutes when they heard the bell for the end of get out of class.