More abstract: Mr. Yan alone is a play
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To Yan Zhen's surprise, Su Jinxin couldn't find any trace of "boyfriend" in Su Jinxin's dormitory.
— Group photos, couples’ household items, rings or name pendants that represent promises… none of them.
At first Yan Zhen thought he had made a mistake. But there are only four people in one dormitory, two of them have graduated and left, and their things have been cleaned up; another place has a bunch of stickers with girlfriends; there is really no room for mistakes.
Yan Zhen stood on the spot and thought for a moment, "ah" suddenly realized: a same-sex lover is indeed not suitable for showing affection in the dormitory as calmly as a boyfriend and girlfriend. In fact, non-disclosure is a more correct choice. Su Jinxin is always meticulous. Make up your mind to hide one thing, and most of the time you can hide it perfectly.
Thinking of this, Yan Zhen pressed his eyebrows and laughed at himself. The Taoist said that his IQ in love would drop. Sure enough, he couldn't avoid the vulgarity. When he flashed a thought, he came to him, regardless of whether the strategy was correct or not. feasibility. If this kind of thinking is brought into work, it is estimated that within three months, the board will either be impeached or the company will go bankrupt.
However, Yan Zhen is a person who can accept criticism and correct his mistakes.
Since you can't find the information you want, it's good to adjust your goals in time and observe Su Jinxin's daily life.
This is a simple task.
Su Jinxin's dormitory is just like his own, simple, clean and tidy.
The small space that belongs to him is clearly divided into two aspects: "life" and "study".
There are very few things related to life, to the point of being a little pitiful by Yan Zhen’s standards, which is enough to maintain basic survival; but there are many and rich things related to learning: professional books—with notes of various colors on it. Notes; large and small sketchbooks—the ones that have been used up are neatly arranged on the bookshelf, and two or three that are in use are placed on the table; other types of books and reading notes—just spread out on the table, Yan Zhen glanced at them, It is Mr. Zhu Guangqian's "History of Western Aesthetics", which is marked as the second reading. There are many symbols set by myself in the notes, and I cannot fully understand it, but it is enough to feel the seriousness and care of the owner.
Su Jinxin is a good student.
This Yan Zhen knew early on - it was submitted in the "interview" document - but he didn't take it seriously. He is a science student, and his grades have been improving all the way, and he has skipped grades. He always has a natural sense of superiority that is difficult to overcome rationally for students in other disciplines. Can't keep up. Although he was well educated and wouldn't show it on his face, he sneered in his heart when he saw "art major" and "good student" together.
Su Jinxin changed this prejudice.
Of course, not overnight, but imperceptibly - almost every time Yan Zhen notices Su Jinxin's studies, he will find that he is more diligent, harder, and more talented than he imagined:
He does basic exercises every day. The same is true when going to the villa. No matter how crazy you play, you will never be lazy. One theme exercise, two sketches, and it is unstoppable.
In addition to painting, he also likes sculpture - especially clay sculpture and installation art. He often does some small experiments; as long as there is a good exhibition, he will definitely go to see it; in addition to art, he also reads literature, science, philosophy and Other messy books of all kinds. Once Yan Zhen found out that he was reading "Second Sex", he was taken aback and asked why he even read this kind of book.
Su Jinxin asked blankly: Is there something wrong
Yan Zhen scratched his head: There's nothing wrong... But I thought this was a book that someone like my sister would read.
—Yan Zhen's older sister is a textbook modern independent woman. Pioneer of feminism.
Su Jin thought for a while and said: Art is the projection of the real world. If you want to enrich your creations, you can't do it without understanding the world from various perspectives. I am not a person with a particularly keen perception or a particularly profound thought, and I have very little knowledge, so I can only read more books to make up for it.
He seemed to genuinely feel that he was lacking in talent.
When I mention this topic by chance, I always feel embarrassed and embarrassed.
But Yan Zhen doesn't think so: Yan Zhen has seen him take five minutes to paint a small picture for the housekeeper's little daughter; seen him choose colors precisely for the flowers in the morning; seen him standing in the Louvre and the Colosseum in Rome Weeping quietly at the ruins of the field. Yan Zhen always felt that he should be favored by the muse more than he knew—much more.
If it weren't for this, Yan Zhen, such a big boss, wouldn't need to take a half-day off when the merger case was in turmoil, just to bring him back to pack his things.
Actually not much.
There are two commonly used sketchbooks, one large and one small, one of the basics of human body structure with curled edges, a few half-drawn drafts, and some other daily exercises.
Yan Zhen quickly packed up, and was about to pack it into his bag when his eyes were suddenly attracted by the drafts on the top:
are several human bodies.
male.
Shoulder width, waist thin, six pack abs.
Although it is only a draft, you can still feel the power and beauty hidden under the lines, full of male hormones.
Yan Zhen frowned.
Under the glass of Su Jinxin's table, as well as the wall in front of the table, are covered with hand-painted males. There is no head, but the torso is the most. There are also close-ups of hands, calves or other parts. Some are simple black and white sketches, and some Pastel color.
I just thought it was the daily life of the art students who didn't care, but now I take a closer look and I recognize that these bodies belong to the same person, just like the drafts in my hands.
Yan Zhen's teeth hurt immediately.
He stood there angrily for a while.
I came up with a way to comfort myself: with such a good figure, maybe I was a professional model found in school.
In the end, I couldn't make it through in my heart, and on the way back, I pretended to inadvertently ask:
"You have drawn many pictures of this man, is he your boyfriend?"
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