Lin Yi's leg was rubbed a little, but he didn't even go to the hospital.

After experiencing such a thing, he didn't dare to wander around. He searched for nearby hotels with his mobile phone. After looking at it, he found that the cheap rooms were basically fully booked, and the lowest one left would be 328.

If I stayed there for two or three days, Lin Yi would have to eat dirt.

It’s a headache. This damn thing all over the world is really a bad dog. I shouldn’t have come to Zuo!

...

Fan Wei, Mr. Fan.

The contemporary Chinese painting master has just retired for a few months and is bored.

Every day, apart from all kinds of flowers and plants, I draw a picture, that is, I will come out to slam the road, just to exercise.

Boring, my student daughter always advised me to retire when I was not retired. I only realized that what is the meaning of being idle every day? It’s too boring.

Alas, it’s still interesting to teach students how to draw, especially young people nowadays, who are increasingly looking down on Chinese painting, and fewer people are willing to study hard. However, a few years ago, when I was a substitute at a university in Beijing, there was a young man named Lin Yi. He was very talented in painting and didn’t know how he is now after graduation.

Mr. Fan sighed and swayed slowly under the shade of the trees, experiencing this leisurely retirement life.

I'm so annoying.

You said, why can’t I meet a young man with talent for painting and ask me to train me?

Uh...wait!

Mr. Fan rubbed his glasses, put them on again, and looked at them again.

It’s strange. Why does the young man in front look so familiar?

Mr. Fan's depressed steps suddenly became quicker, and he became fierce and full of energy. He patted the young man on the shoulder—

"Wow!" Lin Yi was shocked. Could it be that he had encountered the robbery?

Just as he was about to fight back, he turned around, but saw an old man with a red face staring at him excitedly, so shocked Lin Yi thought if the other party had any bad habits.

"If I remember correctly, your name is Lin Yi, right?"

After hearing this, Lin Yi was stunned for a moment, then looked at the other party carefully, "You are... Teacher Fan Wei!"

Mr. Fan was very satisfied, "Young man is not bad, but I still remember me."

"A teacher for one day and a father for life."

Lin Yi remembered that this was not the time when he was in college. Fan Wei, a master of Chinese painting who was specially invited by the school to hire a private relationship, had the same name as a comedy senior in his previous life and taught Lin Yi for a while.

"Haha, I remember when you went to school, you couldn't put a word in a long time. Now it feels different."

Lin Yi rubbed his nose, "Actually, it's about the same now, but when he enters society, he always needs to change a little."

"That's right, I remember correctly Kobayashi, you should have been two years after graduation, right? What kind of job are you doing now?"

"Me? It's not easy to find a job after a third-rate university diploma. Now I'm drawing cartoons online, so I can only make a living."

Mr. Fan frowned. Traditional Chinese painting masters like him don’t look down on industries like comic authors. However, compared to other students who go to express delivery and delivery after graduation, they can still make do with drawing comics. At least they are related to painting, not?

"By the way, Kobayashi, I remember you are not a local, right? Why did you come to Zhudu?"

"No." Lin Yi smiled bitterly, "It's the comic website I signed with. There happened to be an event here to make up the number, but the hotels I booked were full... Teacher Fan, do you know what hotels are nearby? It's best to be cheaper."

The old man was not very happy, "What's this? After all, it's my student of Fan Wei. After coming to Sedu, how can you stay in a hotel? There are still idle rooms in the teacher's house, so let's stay in the teacher's house first."

Lin Yi was stunned for a moment, "Teacher Fan, this... isn't it suitable?"

"What's wrong with it? I'll just decide if I listen to the teacher!" Mr. Fan made the final decision.

In the afternoon, Lin Yi bought a burrito from the side of the road and ate it. When he returned to the hotel, he greeted the girl Zhu Jing. The girl had originally planned to pay half of the room, so Lin Yi had to tell her to live in a teacher's house and then he would forget it.

After packing up, I put on my bag and walked up to the door of Teacher Fan’s house with a thick face.

Teacher Fan’s house is in a community and lives on the eighth floor. The house is quite spacious and looks like more than 100 square meters.

Lin Yi carried the fruit he bought from the roadside and found that Teacher Fan was the only one at home.

"Why are you still buying fruit?"

"It was hit by the roadside, and it looked quite fresh, so I bought it a little, it was not worth much."

Teacher Fan Wei pointed to a bedroom inside, "You can live in that room."

"Okay, thank you teacher."

Lin Yi put the bag beside the bed and cleaned it up briefly.

"Teacher, are you the only one at home? Why didn't you see your teacher's wife?"

Fan Wei said impatiently: "She, I'm going to the art exhibition."

Lin Yike had never seen this master's wife before. He heard this and said curiously: "The master's wife also paints Chinese paintings?"

"She is a woman who knows nothing about Chinese paintings? She knows how to trick up those foreigners' things, which is a waste of time!"

Lin Yi immediately shut up. It seemed that Teacher Fan did not admire paintings other than Chinese painting.

"Kobayashi, I haven't seen you for two years. How much do you still remember your Chinese painting skills?"

Remember yarn!

Chinese painting cannot be eaten or drunk, and there is no right job yet, so why remember it?

Lin Yi looked embarrassed, "To be honest, Teacher Fan has never painted it after graduation, and I have basically forgotten it..."

Teacher Fan Wei was a little unhappy and tapped his fingertips on the table, "This is a national treasure, how can you forget it?"

“Yes, you said…”

"Come with me to the study."

There were many calligraphy and paintings hanging in Teacher Fan’s study, as well as a lot of cultural and artistic porcelain.

Spread the paper and grind it thoroughly. Teacher Fan picked up the pen and put it on the paper. The pen was done in one go. He wrote the word "bamboo" on the top corner of the white paper!

"First look at how much you still remember, and start with painting bamboo."

Teacher Fan held a bamboo tickling in his hand and sat opposite Lin Yi.

Draw bamboo?

A bamboo forest picture vaguely appeared in Lin Yi's mind, and he picked up his pen...

Bang!

I was tickled and beaten.

Teacher Fan said at the same time: "The pen is wrong!"

Bang!

"It's ink."

Bang!

"That's how coarse ink is used?"

Bang!

"Are you drawing bamboo or mace?"

...

Lin Yi was helpless.

He found that using a mouse and using a brush to draw are completely different: what is thinking about in his head is the same thing, and drawing is another.

The bamboo in the pen is simply a twisted mace, unbearable to the eye.

"Look at it yourself." Teacher Fan was very angry and twitched and knocked on the table, "What are the drawings? Re-draw them!"

Lin Yi had no choice but to calm down and recall the ink painting of bamboo forest in his mind carefully. He was a little familiar, and seemed to have seen it somewhere.

By the way!
Chapter completed!