Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat-Chapter 111 - 108 Why is it a gift

Chapter 111: Chapter 108: Why is it a gift?

Chapter 111 -108: Why is it a gift?

Beijing University Fine Arts College?

When she arrived, Song Qingping did mention that he had a senior who was a professor at the Fine Arts College, but he didn’t tell her to go find him.

Seeing the indescribable expression on his face at that time, Song Jiawen guessed that his senior probably wasn’t that great.

Since the teacher didn’t tell her to go, she didn’t ask further.

However, going to an art gallery would be a good idea.

Having agreed on that, Ding Yuanyuan and Sha Yali also woke up one after another, and like Liang Yujun, they were curious and went to look at Song Jiawen’s drawing after getting out of bed.

Ding Yuanyuan was talkative, “Song Jiawen, can you do sketching? Are you also good at drawing portraits? Could you draw one for me? Make me a little thinner, eyes bigger, nose higher, and lips fuller…”

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Song Jiawen turned her head and looked at her blankly, “Would that still be you?”

“Pfft!”

Sha Yali couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Ding Yuanyuan pouted, “Ugh, can’t you leave a little space for fantasy?”

The group joked around, and by the time they got ready and went downstairs for breakfast, it was almost nine o’clock.

Their parents had trains to catch back home this morning, and by now, they were probably already two stations away.

Since they hadn’t got their meal cards yet, the four of them could only go off-campus to eat.

On the second day of freshman registration, the school gate was packed with people.

The four of them found a less crowded restaurant, had a simple meal, each grabbed a cold drink, and quickly walked back to campus.

“Oh my gosh, there are even more people today than yesterday.”

Ding Yuanyuan looked at the crowds at the registration spot and felt apprehensive.

Liang Yujun pushed up her glasses and said, “I guess it will probably be done by today, and there will definitely be fewer people tomorrow.”

The four of them passed by the registration area and walked along the spacious tree-lined avenue to the bus stop.

The Fine Arts College was quite far from here; it took four stops by the campus shuttle bus to get there.

Song Jiawen didn’t get a chance to explore the campus yesterday, and now everything seemed fascinating, especially the fact that she had to take a bus to another college within the school.

Liang Yujun, having been there the day before, took on the role of a guide, “When the bus arrives, you’ll see, some of them have cartoons on them, others have traditional Chinese styles, three-dimensional sketches… they’re all designed by students from the Fine Arts College, super pretty. Ah, here it comes, today it’s cartoons… but why did they choose to draw Holy Knight?”

Seeing Liang Yujun’s suddenly frosty expression, Ding Yuanyuan didn’t understand and asked, “What’s wrong with Holy Knight? Don’t you like it?”

Liang Yujun sneered coldly, “Japanese crap, just looking at it annoys me.”

There was not a single thing from their country that she liked; there was no reason, she just hated it.

This reminded Song Jiawen of her brother-in-law, Zhou Youming, who had said the same thing as Liang Yujun and never bought products from Japan.

Thinking of the army-green mattresses Liang’s parents had given her, Song Jiawen pondered thoughtfully.

“If you don’t like it, let’s wait for the next one; we don’t have much to do today anyway.”

Originally, Ding Yuanyuan and Sha Yali wanted to get on the bus, but hearing what Song Jiawen said, they sat back down on the bench and watched as the bus with Holy Knight painted on it stopped and then left.

The next one to arrive was decorated with a Tang Dynasty traditional Chinese style, and all four of them boarded the bus.

Probably because all the new students and their parents were busy with registration, and the seniors with reception duties, there weren’t many people on the bus.

Four stops later, the four of them got off.

Liang Yujun pointed to a towering building ahead and said, “See that? That building is the Art Building of the Fine Arts College; the art gallery is on the first floor. It houses a collection of traditional Chinese paintings, sketches, and oil paintings from many masters in the country, as well as a significant number of sculptures, including woodcarvings and plaster figures.

“Further south, at that square with the large statue, there are lots of art students doing quick portraits. Yesterday, I saw a parent who was very satisfied with the portrait a student did for her. She gave the student a hundred yuan and bought the painting.”

Song Jiawen’s eyes lit up, there was actually such a good place.

So when Liang Yujun asked if they wanted to go to the gallery in the Art Building or the statue at South Square first, she chose South Square without hesitation.

Ding Yuanyuan and Sha Yali didn’t mind; after all, they had never been to either place.

The sun wasn’t so fierce today; in the very center of South Square stood a tall armless statue, and nearby, there were fountains and artificial hills with mist spreading out, making the entire square pleasantly cool, not hot at all.

About a dozen art students were scattered around the square, with easels, blank sheets of paper, and pencil holders in front of each of them.

Some had people sitting in front of them, some did not, but regardless, each one’s hands never stopped, diligently and attentively sketching each stroke on the white paper.

Song Jiawen walked around the square, examining every student’s quick sketches, finally stopping in front of the easel of a male student who seemed relatively free.

The male student looked up lazily, then froze. Staring at Song Jiawen’s face, he stammered, “Junior sister, would, would you like one? I, I’m really good at drawing.”

Song Jiawen thought to herself that she was also very good at drawing.

She raised her hand, pointing to the male student’s easel, and asked somewhat timidly, “Senior, I can do a bit of sketching too. Could I borrow your easel to draw one? Can I draw you?”

Hearing that Song Jiawen wanted to draw him, the male student’s face instantly turned red.

He immediately stood up, giving his stool to Song Jiawen while he himself sat on the chair in front of the easel.

Song Jiawen bent down to pick out a pencil that felt right from the container and then began to quickly sketch the male student…

As soon as they had entered the small square, the four people started looking around and eventually scattered. When Liang Yujun and the other two met up again, they remembered to look for Song Jiawen. After a long search, they finally found her in the middle of the square surrounded by a small crowd.

Roles reversed, Song Jiawen was sitting where the art students were usually seated, holding a pencil, intermittently glancing at a male student sitting in front of the easel, her hand never stopping.

About ten minutes later, Song Jiawen stopped her pencil, pulled the drawing from the easel, and turned it around to show the male student.

“Wow, it looks so much like him. Look at her drawing, the lines are connected, neat, and strong, there’s a harmony of strength and gentleness, she’s really skilled.”

“Is she a freshman at the Fine Arts College this year?”

“Is she majoring in sketching? Are all the new students this amazing this year?”

The art students who had been sitting and doing quick sketches all gathered around Song Jiawen, discussing the sketch she had drawn.

“Junior sister, can you give me this drawing?”

Why was he asking for it to be given?

Song Jiawen looked up at him, recalling what Liang Yujun had said: the pricing for the sketches here was basically determined by the buyer. Once you finish your drawing, if the other party is satisfied and wants it, they will pay, but how much they give is up to them.

Since those who usually came by were students from other colleges, and Fine Arts College students just wanted to practice and build their reputation, nobody cared much about the money. Some paid ten or twenty yuan, some a hundred or two; the price was never fixed.

Song Jiawen sighed in her heart and responded with a slightly frustrated “Mmm.”

However, the male student joyfully took the drawing and put it away, then introduced himself to Song Jiawen, “Junior sister, I’m Ye Di. What class are you in, freshman?”

“Junior sister, can you do one for me too?”

Just as Ye Di had finished introducing himself and before he had a chance to hear Song Jiawen’s answer, someone else butted in, boldly taking a seat on the chair and adding, “Don’t worry, junior sister, I’ll pay you for it.”