When he first painted, Zhang Chen forgot everything else and immersed himself in the joy of creation.

Zhang Chen is not from Zhejiang Beauty, but he even looked down on those Zhejiang Beauty from the bottom of his heart. He felt that they were talking too much, especially when Gu Wenda and their so-called new generation avant-garde art.

They say something they can't explain clearly every day, and think they are profound, but in fact they are just bluffing and weak. A person only needs a mouth if he can't do his hands. If his hands are OK and his mouth is still ok, it means that he has other purposes. For these other purposes, he is pretending and pretending to himself.

You only want to draw if you like to draw. Everything you have in your paintings. Zhang Chen thinks that no matter whether you are drawing, writing, or composing, you should not say anything. Politicians need to deceive others and only do it all day long. Are you fucking engaged in art politics? Or not, take out the things, and then you go away, your works say everything.

He also went to Zhejiang Mei exam once, and he accompanied a friend who had been painting since childhood. Looking at the chief examiner in front of him, Zhang Chen thought to himself, who the hell are you? Why should you come to take the exam for me? Just the few times you hang your hair, I also drew it with my pen on my feet.

When Zhang Chen casually drew pictures, he felt very upset and came out in less than half of the time. Among those who applied for Zhejiang Beauty that year, Zhang Chen's professional grades were the best, which shows that Zhejiang Beauty is still very good and could make a living by his ability. Zhang Chen respected it more.

But Zhang Chen's cultural courses have a big gap, and he even got zero points in English, and the others combined have only twenty-nine points.

Zhang Chen dropped out of junior high school and did not study again, nor did he make up for any cultural courses seriously. He was already very satisfied with the 29-point score. What he never understood was that you are a fucking painter and you want to take a cultural course. Isn’t this forcing the painter to go? It’s so funny.

Zhang Chen has never taken the college entrance examination since then. That friend didn't get the scores in the professional courses of the Academy of Fine Arts, but went to Zhejiang Silk Engineering College.

Zhang Chen painted purely out of hobbies. When he was a child, he lived next to the cultural center. In the cultural center, there was a painter who was sent back to his hometown in Beijing. Zhang Chen had nothing to do, so he liked to see him paint. When he first saw him finish a painting, Zhang Chen was frightened. He thought that this stinky counter-revolution was too powerful, almost like God.

God said that if there is light, there will be light, if there is earth, there will be earth. This stinky counter-revolutionary is also able to make something out of nothing, allowing a man, a house or a large tree to run out of paper and cloth and board.

Zhang Chen initially circled around him, doing this and that, and later he followed him to learn. When he met a painter who had a task and needed to draw posters on the walls on the street, he was also climbing up and down on the scaffolding at a young age.

The painter only stayed in the cultural center for two years before returning to Beijing. At that time, Zhang Chen was in the third grade of elementary school and began to study by himself. Every day when he returned home, he would draw and draw on anything he could find. When he didn’t even have paper or pen, he would use water to wet the mud in the yard, take a chopstick, and draw on the mud on the mud.

He almost used all his pocket money to buy painting materials. He went there more times. Even the only store clerk in Yongcheng who sold painting materials. He knew him. There was a salesperson in Hangzhou, which was very good to him.

When Zhang Chen was a child, there were many people from Hangzhou in Yongcheng. Not only because there were several factories moving from Hangzhou in the town, but also many educated youth from Hangzhou a few years ago. Later, they went to various units in Yongcheng to work, and this salesperson was one of them.

That day, Zhang Chen went over and took the newly arrived picture clip and sketchbook for Zhang Chen to show. At that time, these two things were rare in Yongcheng. The clerk asked him if he liked it or not. Of course, Zhang Chen liked it, but when he asked the price, he knew that he could not afford it. The salesperson told Zhang Chen, take it away, I gave it to you, why? Zhang Chen looked at him in surprise.

Because I was finally transferred back to Hangzhou and left here tomorrow, I am very happy. I hope you can also know my happiness and celebrate with me, the salesperson told Zhang Chen.

At that time, Zhang Chen was already in junior high school. His favorite thing was Sunday, where he could ride a borrowed bicycle and carry a picture clip on his back. He almost stood on the bike and rode his way outside the town to sketch.

Once he fell down on the road, his hands, legs and face were worn out, so he insisted on sketching. In the evening, when he came back, everyone on the road was stunned. They saw such a child covered in blood and blood scabs on his hair and face standing and running on a twenty-eight-inch bicycle, and they didn't know what was wrong.

In the second year of junior high school, Zhang Chen was drawing in physics class. The sketchbook was swept away by the physics teacher and tore it off in front of the whole class. He even asked him to stand in front of the blackboard and punish him to stand.

The teacher turned around and sat down to continue the lecture. Zhang Chen stood there, looking at the sketchbook that he had been torn apart not far away. After suddenly picking up the classroom door, he was a small stool that was standing on the blackboard for the on-duty student to wipe the blackboard, and then smashed it on the teacher's head.

Zhang Chen fled home and never went to school again. His parents' beatings and scolding were useless. The principal went home in person and promised Zhang Chen and his parents that as long as he returned to school, the school would definitely not deal with him, but it was useless. If Zhang Chen couldn't say that he would not go to school, he would not go to school.

Zhang Chen is a celebrity in the school and has also helped the school win honors like the first place in the province's blackboard newspaper evaluation. In the school, almost all the posters and slogans were painted by Zhang Chen, which made the principal receive a lot of praise every time he accompanied his superiors to inspect.

Without Zhang Chen, the principal and the head teacher felt very regretful. In private, they blamed the new physics teacher for being troublesome. Zhang Chen was not just in your physics class. What class did he not draw? Fortunately, he just took care of himself to draw and did not affect others. It was better than those who were naughty in class. When other teachers saw Zhang Chen painting, they would pretend that they didn’t see it.

Besides, if you want to collect his sketchbook, you will also collect it. You will call it to the office and write a review and then return it to him. Why did you tear someone up? Who doesn’t know that the sketchbook is his lifeblood?

The poor physics teacher was smashed by Zhang Chen, but he had no sympathy for his teacher and classmates.

The physics teacher later thought about it a bit too much. In addition, Zhang Chen is a poor student, but he is not a bad student. If he really drops out of school, as a teacher, he will be uneasy for the rest of his life.

He asked his classmates to take him to Zhang Chen's home and personally had a heart-to-heart talk with Zhang Chen. The classmates who accompanied him said that the teachers were almost crying, but Zhang Chen still did not return to school.

Later, even his parents didn't dare to force him anymore. They saw that Zhang Chen seemed very happy and comfortable when he was drawing at home alone, but as soon as he said he would go to school, he immediately turned against him and his eyes were cold.

His father said that he had never seen a child with such a look. It seemed that he was really cruel. If he forced him to do nothing, he would not force him to make things happen. Fortunately, painting is a skill. If he paints well, he will not have enough food in the future.

When he was eighteen years old, other students who had not been admitted to college were unemployed at home and were still worried about their work. The old leader and artist of the Yongcheng Wu Opera Troupe came to him and asked Zhang Chen to join the troupe.

The artist was from Hangzhou. When the educated youth arrived in Yongcheng, he was recruited into the Yongcheng Wu Opera Troupe. He went to the countryside with his girlfriend. Later, he became his wife and had already returned to Hangzhou. He was an actor of the Zhejiang Drama Troupe. His father-in-law is the deputy director of the Provincial Department of Culture. His wife was engaged everywhere and had contacted him. The Zhejiang Drama Troupe also agreed to ask him, but was stuck by the old leader in Yongcheng Wu Opera Troupe.

The old group leader said, you can leave, but one is to get two household registration indicators for our group from the provincial department, and the other is to find an artist.

How old is Yongcheng? Who can draw the best of a few painters? Of course, the artist knew that he immediately recommended Zhang Chen. As for the two household registration indicators, his father-in-law also found a way to help him get it. At that time, Xu Jianmei and Feng Laogui were both agricultural household registrations. They gave them two indicators to the Yongcheng Wu Opera Troupe. The artist took the old troupe leader to Zhang Chen's house in person.

Zhang Chen's parents heard that their son was a special talent and immediately had a career position. They would not be willing to do so. Zhang Chen and the artist were familiar with each other and usually called teachers. When they arrived at the troupe, they were also painting and did not even have to pay for paint. He was naturally happy.
Chapter completed!