I won’t tolerate him

Author: Apricot and Pear

I won’t tolerate him

"I won this time."

Sakai Katsuko took the two pen sketches and her nose twitched slightly.

She guessed that Gu Weijing's level must be good, but she didn't expect that he was so good.

A person who is praised as a genius naturally has the pride of being a genius. Her painting level is unparalleled among her peers.

Very few people can carry such great pressure as Shengzi. The weak are afraid of their strong opponents, and the strong only love this feeling of competition.

"Tch...you haven't defeated my sister yet, so why are you so proud? If I had known earlier, we shouldn't have gotten involved."

Tsunamasa Sakai looked at Gu Weijing, who originally had no sense of existence at all, but after an unintentional competition, he was treated as a treasure by many old artists.

He felt unworthy for his sister.

His older sister, Shengzi, had to win many games since she was a child before she reached the bottom now. This Gu Weijing immediately became a genius like her sister by being proud of every defeat.

Not to mention that my own drawings are not as good as this evil person who practices drawing on an IPAD.

"Now, even if I become a great artist one day and interview my biographer, there is a chance that this competition will be recorded in "The Biography of the Great Reiwa Artist Tsunamasa Sakai."

Sakai Tsunamasa has fallen into the inexplicable unhappiness of being someone else's wedding dress.

…

No matter what young people think, after all, this is an episode before the mural restoration project starts.

It may be interesting, but like a pebble dropped into a lake, there is no aftermath soon.

"Before we start work, I would like to say a few words."

Cao Xuan stood in the square and looked at the crowd around him.

The little old man's voice was a little hoarse, but not lacking in energy. A staff member immediately put the microphone on Mr. Cao.

Seeing Mr. Cao start to speak, everyone immediately became solemn.

"There is no need for me to say too much nonsense. Those who can participate in these projects are..."

His eyes scanned the crowd around him.

"Experienced artist."

When Mr. Cao called him an artist, the famous masters in the crowd all looked around with gleaming faces. Uncle Sakai even puffed up his belly, and the fat on his waist trembled wildly.

"An insider with a long family background."

Mr. Gu Tongxiang, who was holding Gu Weijing, nodded wildly with Yourong Yan.

The old man was balding, and his sparse hair appeared brighter on his forehead. He looked a bit funny in a cartoon when he was excited.

This is the benefit of being a registered painter.

Tanaka Masakazu's dissatisfaction is not without reason.

To be honest, if it weren't for the glory of a Yangon local, a painter like him who is almost unknown internationally would not have the qualifications to be placed alongside an artist of Sakai Kazunari's level, let alone collaborate with Mr. Cao.

"At least they are juniors and students of people in the circle."

Mr. Cao finally set his sights on the young people who looked like students.

Each of the young art dogs stretched their necks, like Chihuahuas in a pet shelter waiting for their owners to choose, hoping to let Master Cao Xuan's eyes fall more on them for a while.

Mr. Cao Xuan's eyes only lingered briefly on the Sakai sisters and a few other people, but of course now there was Gu Weijing.

"But... when it comes to mural restoration."

The old man's words suddenly changed, and his eyes changed from kind to stern.

"Everyone present, my assessment is - you are all unqualified."

coax……

The expressions on the faces of everyone present suddenly froze.

They are confused, they are stunned, and now all of them, the artists, are behaving inexplicably and strangely.

What's going on... It's obviously when our sedan chair is carrying people, why does Mr. Cao suddenly say that everyone is unqualified?

What does unqualified mean?

In the art circle, substandard works have only one destination, and that is the trash can.

To say you are unqualified means to say you are garbage.

You are a veteran artist, the Taishan Beidou in the East Asian painter world, but you can't bully others like this, right?

"Let me ask you a question, are you familiar with Chinese painting?"

Mr. Cao scanned the people in the audience with sharp eyes.

"Mr. Cao, my students started learning Gongbi when they were four years old. In terms of experience, I have never painted flowers, birds, fish, insects, birds and animals, landscapes and towers, figures and Buddhas. In terms of techniques, whether it is double hooks, flat painting, water lines,

Dyeing or standing powder, color printing, silk wool, freehand... I have worked hard on each one. If this is not familiar, then I don’t know what your standard of familiarity is? "

someone in the crowd said.

Although no one helped, all the painters around nodded subconsciously.

What this person said is the voice of the vast majority of people present.

If they are not familiar with Chinese painting, there will be no one in the world who is familiar with Chinese painting.

If Mr. Cao wants to accuse them because they are not familiar with traditional Chinese painting, perhaps on the surface they dare not say anything due to Mr. Cao's prestige, but on the inside they are still unconvinced.

"The ancient poets of the Eastern Xia Dynasty had a saying, which is - painting a piece of water in ten days, painting a stone in five days. It is used to describe the degree of effort required to paint a country."

Cao Xuan said: "You are right. I believe you have worked hard on traditional Chinese painting. I also believe that most of the people present have the patience to work on a painting for five or ten days. But if this

The time has been extended to fifteen years, twenty years, or even fifty years. I would like to ask you if you still have the courage to write?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Just kidding, if they only paint for half their life, what will they eat?

Mr. Cao pointed to the colorful paintings on the Buddhist niches and murals behind him.

"There is such a group of people behind us, painters."

"In the feudal dynasty, painters were expensive, but painters were cheap. Scholar-officials were expensive, and craftsmen were cheap. This was true whether it was the East or the West, whether it was painting, sculpture, porcelain, carpentry or even architectural style. The painter only needed to put his pen on the paper.

Draw your own works, but the painter needs to use charcoal strips, gold powder, toxic oil fumes, cinnabar, silver and sulfur to draw the works on paper bit by bit on temples, palaces, pavilions and pavilions."

"The remains of painters have been found in various places. An oil lamp, a painting box, and a wall are the reflections of many of their lives. Many large-scale mural groups have lasted for hundreds of years. After my brother passed away, I left the paint

The secret recipe and manuscript manuscript were handed over to the younger brother. When the father passed away, his son inherited his craftsmanship and work."

"Brothers, fathers and sons, one generation comes and another generation goes."

Mr. Cao said softly: "No one knows their names. Many of their techniques and the proportions of paint configurations have long been lost in the passage of time. But it is because of them that we can see these complex and beautiful things today.

Murals that have not faded for thousands of years.”

"In the field of mural restoration, we are not only painters, but also craftsmen who strive for excellence. Many of you are used to being touted masters, but you do not have the spirit of a craftsman, so I say you are unqualified."

"I am a person who likes to say unpleasant things first."

Cao Xuan stamped the ground with his cane and roared.

"Some people can do well if they want to perform well, but it's better if they want to make progress. I like to support the younger generations, and I prefer younger ones who work hard and are serious. I am an old man at this age, and I have taken everything I should have in my life, and I have more than I should have.

I have them all. At this age, I should lie down on the loess and let the young people climb up on my shoulders."

"There are some people who want to come here to get some qualifications. To be honest... that's fine. I won't block your way, just get out of the way."

"Everyone, please remember that this is not an art exhibition for you to let yourself go and create as much as you want. The murals in front of us are the lifetime efforts of countless unknown painters before us."

"Whoever takes a paintbrush here to do things casually and acts recklessly. Then...I won't tolerate him."

The old man's voice was decisive.

Everyone was as silent as cicadas.
Chapter completed!