Since being rated as one of the top ten painters in modern times by Japan, it is obvious to the naked eye that Fan Shuo has hope for his life in China.

Faced with banquets or lectures that popped up from time to time, Fan Yan not only welcomed them warmly, but was also well prepared.

He has been a smart man since he was a child and knows how to erect a memorial arch for himself.

Especially when it comes to worshiping mountains, people really have practical experience.

Take the current Ikuo Hirayama as an example. He has been on this international route since he was a child.

Not only was he invited to Japan for a visit and study last year, he was also awarded the senior professional title of one of the top ten painters shortly after returning to China.

Tonight, at the home of a professor at CAFA, several acquaintances who play with paintbrushes are drinking and talking about painting with Fan Yan.

As today's protagonist, Fan Zhuo was the only one talking at the table.

"This is an album of sketches made by Mr. Ikuo Hirayama when he was exploring the Silk Road."

Fan Yan pointed to a picture album in his hand:

"At that time, he only printed 19 copies in total, and my copy was numbered 14. Before me, only Wu Zuoren, Li Keran, and Guan Shanyue in our country had taken it."

"Oh, then you are really amazing."

"Do you know what this means? It means that the Japanese Artists Association values ​​you very much!"

"Old Fan, if you really want to say it, you are the one who has achieved the highest results among our group."

“The key is beauty.”

"I'm telling you," Fan Yan's report has not yet been completed:

"If you want to say that you have a face, you really have a face. When I was in Japan, what did they say... NHK TV station even interviewed Mr. Hirayama specifically about this matter. Do you know what Mr. Hirayama said about me at that time?"

"How did you say that?"

"He said," Fan Wei smiled sweetly: "The standard of art is good and bad, not new and old. Take Mr. Fan Wei as an example, although his works are new..."

"This is a really low rating."

"The evaluation is spot on. Apart from anything else, Lao Fan's paintings are quite good."

"If you ask me, Lao Fan's matter needs to be publicized in China. In addition to the magazine "China Art Education", the TV station should also report it."

"It makes sense, by the way... did you read yesterday's People's Daily? Huang Yongyu won an award in the United States."

"I saw it too, and even posted a photo."

"It's a collective honor for him,"

Seeing that the topic had changed, Fan Yan quickly pointed out the main point: "It's two different things from me going abroad this time."

"That's true."

"Then let's continue to listen to your conversation..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar voice came from the TV that had been playing on the chest of drawers:

[The fifth advertising work that won the gold award is...Congratulations to the advertising team from China.]

At this moment, what was playing on the seven o'clock news was the award-winning clip of Jiang Shan and his entourage at the New York Advertising Festival.

The familiar voice of the announcer immediately silenced the room.

[In order to ensure that the participating advertisement "Wonderful Night in the Forbidden City" has exquisite images and professional scenery, the crew specially invited the famous painter Huang Yongyu and historical specialist Wang Shixiang as art consultants...]

Everyone at the dinner table was stunned when they saw the excerpts from the commercial shown on the TV.

"Look, all the foreigners in the audience are applauding Lao Huang and the others."

"Lao Huang smiles so confidently."

"Hey, you are still sitting on the stage answering reporters' questions. Look at the reporters down there. How many foreign media outlets are there!"

"Lao Fan, please move to the side and don't block me from watching TV."

"Lower your head, Lao Fan, I seem to have seen Qi Gong..."

…

In another courtyard across Dayabao Hutong, Huang Yongyu's home also has many old friends sitting there.

Huang Yongyu, who had received Wang Fulin's notice in advance, just dragged the elders to his home.

At this moment, the TV in the study was also playing news programs.

[During the filming, two experts, Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang, not only provided professional guidance on set design and costume modeling, but also personally participated in the filming in ancient costumes...]

When the report was going on, a group of pictures of Huang Yongyu, Wang Shixiang, Zhu Jiaxin, Qi Gong, and Xu Bangda dressed in red and green clothes and dressed as beasts, gathered around the country to discuss things, appeared on the TV.

"Ha," Huang Yongyu laughed: "How come they photographed this part?"

Seeing his serious expression on the TV while holding Usha in his hand, Zhu Jiaxu smacked his lips and said, "Why am I the only one not wearing a hat?"

Wang Shixiang pointed at the TV and smiled: "Isn't this the time for us to stand together and discuss how to help Xiaojiang buy the courtyard house in Qianliang Hutong?"

"That's right,"

Qi Gong looked at the TV with a smile. It turned out that he looked like this on TV:

"Speaking of which, I really miss the days when we were at Baohe Hall!"

Xu Bangda nodded slightly: "Me too."

…

Pujiang City, Pujiang TV Station.

Since the chief designer had inscribed a new name some time ago, the TV station held a lively opening ceremony today.

At this moment, Gu Zhengzheng and Hu Xiao rode out of the TV station's gate together on their bicycles.

When passing by a brand new signboard, Gu Zhengzheng suddenly had a suggestion.

"Lao Hu, do you know Xiao Jiang's family?"

"We used to go there often," Hu Xiaoqi said slowly and leisurely, "What, you want to go to his house?"

"Anyway, it's okay now. How about we go over and sit for a while?"

"Let's go," Hu Xiao stepped hard and started to speed up: "Follow me."

…

Anhe Street, No. 51 courtyard.

A group of people who were watching TV happened to see the news report.

Although their images only flashed across the TV, Zhu Jie and Dong Zhizhi still covered their mouths in excitement.

However, compared to the shocking reaction of Lao Jiang's family, they were not impressed at all.

That is to say, they have not learned the skills of lion dance and dragon dance. Otherwise, Father Jiang and Mother Jiang would have to dance in a circle.

After eating, drinking and having fun, the group gathered in the yard again for dance rehearsal.

Having been busy all afternoon, everyone started to take their places without further ado.

"Are the lights ready?" Jiang Shan held up a storyboard: "Who will be in charge of the lights later?"

"Me," Li Ruocheng raised his hand: "I will be responsible for lighting the lights."

During the meal, the second brother Jiang He not only stretched several wires above the small courtyard, but also installed three or four light bulbs.

On the main circuit board, next to several black prototype switches, numbers are pasted in the order of the switches.

In the small courtyard, in addition to the two professional dancers, there were also some amateur dancers standing according to their positions.

In order to help Jiang Shan, Zhou Jie and Dong Zhizhi choreograph the dance more intuitively.

Almost everyone who could and could not get on board was admitted.

The purpose is entirely to publish the manuscript as soon as possible so that the dance theater can directly start rehearsals and practice.

After all, there are only more than two months left before the national dance competition on August 1.

"As long as I can figure out a rough position tonight,"

Jiang Shan held a drawing book and discussed with Zhou Jie and Dong Zhizhi:

"When I finish the first draft, you will show it to the leaders. If it passes, we will continue to improve it. Do you like it?"

"Of course it's fine, but it's too troublesome for you."

Zhou Jie felt very embarrassed: "The key is that I have troubled your whole family. Xiaodong and I don't know how to thank you."

"Editor Jiang," Dong Zhizhi nodded from the side: "In my opinion, nine out of ten people in the dance troupe you choreographed will nod, and then I will be in trouble for you even more."

Jiang Shan: "Do you two still consider me a friend?"

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"Of course I consider you a friend."

"It's too late for us to be happy that I can make a friend like you."

"Since we are all friends, don't be polite to me," Jiang Shan said without mentioning the fashion show:

"Anyway, I have already thought about it. I must help you two win a grand prize at the first dance competition."

In one sentence, the two girls were so moved that their bright eyes flashed and their white teeth were filled with joy.
To be continued...