Chapter 390： It's over, got the wrong intention

Several people walked forward.

I saw that the white-haired young man was chiseling, while standing in the distance from time to time to observe, as if composing the picture according to the trend of the mountains.

The picture has edges and corners, and it is not clear what is being painted.

But no matter what,

This chiseling sound is okay, it doesn't disturb the people very much, and it doesn't affect other people in the library reading books.

"Dude, what are you drawing?" Lin Suyang asked curiously.

The white-haired youth smiled slightly, without saying a word, with a "you'll know when the time comes" expression.

Lin Suyang immediately raised his brows.

Hey!

You are quite mysterious!

Several people took a look here, but after looking for a long time, they couldn't see what the painting was.

But although he couldn't see the way out, the cameraman of the propaganda department took a photo of the white-haired youth and stored it in the camera.

After returning to the hotel, Lin Suyang and his staff were arranging materials in the office, and while establishing an account on the Travel Film Literature and Art Network, they pondered how to organize the propaganda library.

look, look,

Suddenly a member said: "Minister, come and see this!"

"Look at what?"

Lin Suyang turned his head and saw that the employee was staring straight at the screen, as if there was something extraordinary inside.

Lin Suyang bent down to take a look.

I saw a group photo on the computer screen.

In the center of the group photo, a young man with white hair stood in the crowd, with a huge colorful mountain wall behind him.

At first glance, it looks like a map of tourists visiting here.

But the following news headline completely shocked Lin Suyang.

Ow

"Hunting Interviews with Cenozoic Petroglyph Artists: Wandering - I'm Just a Recorder of Landscapes."

Lin Suyang's pupils shrank, "Quickly zoom in on this photo!"

The employee quickly zoomed in on the picture.

Not only that, the employee quickly entered a name on the Internet, followed by a few pages of intelligent search,

There is only one protagonist in the search, the white-haired youth I saw during the day!

Studying abroad, young and promising, traditional culture inheritance, rock painting god...

The awards and honors one after another just caught Lin Suyang's eyes.

No one knows what the real name of this rock painting **** is, but every time the rock painting is engraved with the word "hunting" on the bottom.

"What kind of luck is our hotel, what do you really want..." Lin Suyang murmured.

...

In the next few days, Lin Suyang and others went to Haiya Library early every day to observe,

In addition to the backpackers who study and do odd jobs in the library, the rock art **** has become their main observation target.

In just a few days,

The originally bare mountain wall has now been carved with deep and shallow traces, and the carving is rough and with a hint of wildness.

Even at night, the white-haired youth would hang the lamps on the trees next to them and chisel them day and night.

The petroglyphs of the white-haired youth here are constantly advancing, and public accounts such as the official website of the "Haiya Library" and the Weixin applet are also advancing at an extremely fast speed.

In just a few days,

The Haiya Library has spread on the platforms of various universities, drama clubs and poetry clubs and literature clubs.

The beautiful natural environment, the rich collection of books, and the unique way of living have quietly created a guiding trend in the college. Every day, people ask online and phone calls about how to enter the library.

...

"Dong Dong Dong!"

"Come in!"

When Lin Suyang pushed open Chen Jianhai's door,

Chen Mou was fighting fiercely with Xiao Mou and Xu Mou,

Lin Suyang curiously leaned behind Chen and glanced at the record above: 0-18-3.

Horrible.

Lin Suyang looked deeply at the man in front of him,

A generation of heroes let Chen play this analogy, which is really amazing.

"Boss, we have an initial idea about the library." Lin Suyang said tentatively.

"Speak!" Chen Jianhai had a dark face, and while waiting for the resurrection in the game, he opened up all the insults to the enemy, and he was very happy.

Lin Suyang said: "The official website of the Haiya Library has been established. Recently, a drama club of wandering time took the initiative to contact us and wanted to arrange a drama performance here."

Chen Jianhai, who was insulting, was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head, "A drama performance?"

"That's right," Lin Suyang said. "We provide them with a venue for free, and they are also performing for free. There may be some tourists and audiences coming over."

"I measured the space. Our library can accommodate more than 30 people at one time. If the bookshelves on the first floor are pushed to one place and the rotating steps are used as seats, it can be built into a small stage."

"Even we can set a fixed day of each month as a literary day, and only hold 10 to 12 performances a year."

"When the show is on, we will sell some exclusive drinks and desserts of the hotel as income."

While talking, Lin Suyang felt that Chen Jianhai's expression was not quite right, and quickly changed his words:

"Of course, free is also possible."

"After all, our library was originally free, and we can also follow up with free drinks and desserts in the future."

Chen Jianhai frowned slightly, put down the phone, and asked, "Can't you do this?"

Lin Suyang was stunned.

what does this mean?

What not to do?

He doesn't understand.

Chen Jianhai thought about it for a while, and then asked, "Can't you do these drama club activities?"

"If you don't do dramas... Then do poetry club activities?" Lin Suyang was a little dazed and uncertain.

But the Poetry Club and the Drama Club are not too different.

Aren't they all doing events and performances?

Chen Jianhai wanted to say something, but he shook his head before he could speak, as if he thought his thoughts were ridiculous.

His original purpose of building this sea cliff library was to build a library for the children of the island.

Surprise visitors to the island by the way, so that they can stumble upon a library in the process of climbing the mountain, and it can also offset the accommodation with work.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Chen Jianhai deliberately did not do any publicity for the library, and even wished that as few people knew about this place as possible, he just wanted to keep a touch of simplicity for this library.

It's just a pity that as more and more tourists pass by during the journey, the library is still being advertised by tourists.

The Côte d'Azur Poetry Festival a few days ago was already a wake-up call.

Even if there is no Stray Time Drama Club today, there will be a Stray Cat Poetry Club and a Stray Gold Coin Literature Club spontaneously tomorrow, which will become more difficult to manage over time.

"so,"

Chen Jianhai thought for a while, then decisively said:

"The drama club's affairs have been agreed, but in the future, such organized activities will only be undertaken four times a year from time to time, and the threshold will be high!"

Lin Suyang's lips trembled.

He could understand.

The boss didn't want the library to catch fire, and was desperately pressing it into his pocket.

"Boss, I seem to have misunderstood..." Lin Suyang almost cried.

"Now the news of our library is going crazy in the colleges and universities in Nanjiang City, and many people say they want to come to check in, what should I do?"

"Or I'll post a closing notice tonight?"