Chapter 239 Sudden apprenticeship

Thinking that Jiang Feng would die suddenly in three years, Zhang Junping couldn't help but look at his face intently.

Sudden death is an emergency, but not necessarily an emergency.

For many patients who die suddenly, their bodies have already sent signals several years or even earlier.

However, I didn't pay attention, and the disease slowly accumulated, eventually leading to sudden death.

Just like a river embankment, the water level only rises slowly at first. There is only a leakage point as thin as a hairspring on the embankment. If it is not repaired in time, as time goes by, maybe at some point the entire embankment will be damaged because of this thin leakage point.

The hairspring leaked and collapsed in an instant.

Although Zhang Junping only has junior Chinese medicine skills, he has no problem serving as an attending physician in a traditional Chinese medicine hospital in a city like the capital, or even serving as a deputy chief physician in some small cities.

Looking carefully, Zhang Junping quickly saw Jiang Feng's problem.

For more than ten years, Jiang Feng suffered both physical and mental torture.

The root of the disease has already been planted in the body. If you take good care of yourself at this time, you will have no problem living for another twenty years.

However, it is really inconvenient to mention this matter in this situation.

Today is the New Year, and you tell people that they are sick and need to be treated quickly. Are you here to give them gifts, or are you here to cause trouble?

"Little friend, is there something dirty on my face?" Jiang Feng noticed Zhang Junping staring at him and asked with a smile.

"No, no! It's just the first time I saw so many artists together, so I felt a little excited and a little distracted." Zhang Junping quickly explained with a smile.

"Old Wu, this is your apprentice? His eyes are lively and agile but not floating. Congratulations to you, Old Wu, on your good disciple!" Jiang Feng glanced at Zhang Junping and said to Wu Xinping with a smile.

"Haha! I thought, what a pity!

This is the new store manager of our painting shop, who takes over from me.

Xiao Zhang's achievements in calligraphy and painting are no worse than mine." Wu Xinping laughed and said with some regret.

"Mr. Wu, you are overly praised. I don't dare to compare with you. My works are still very immature and cannot compare to the sharpness of your writing..." Zhang Junping said quickly and modestly.

"Oh? Which art academy did my little friend graduate from?"

"Mr. Jiang, I joined the army right after I graduated from junior high school. I taught myself calligraphy and painting." Zhang Junping replied with a smile.

"Self-taught, that's good! Old Wu, it's in line with the tradition of your school! Back then, Old Man Baishi was also self-taught, and later he met a famous teacher and eventually became a great master.

Zhang Xiaoyou is also self-taught, why not become a disciple of Mr. Minghe, and under the guidance of Mr. Minghe, he will become a master in the future and continue the legend of Baishi." Jiang Feng said with a smile.

Wu Xinping, courtesy name Minghe.

He saw that Wu Xinping was interested in taking on a disciple, but he could not say it because of his face, or he was worried that he would be rejected if he brought it up.

Therefore, Jiang Feng simply used the beauty of adulthood to make the topic clear.

Jiang Feng had a good idea, the beauty of adulthood.

However, Zhang Junping was in trouble.

He doesn’t need to become a disciple!

As long as he has enough calligraphy and painting, he can be called the first calligraphy and painting master in history.

However, Jiang Feng had already made it clear that if he did not become a disciple, Wu Xinping would be embarrassed and would not be able to come to power.

At this moment, Zhang Junping suddenly felt extremely disgusted by Jiang Feng.

This is like Master Hou taking Guo as his disciple.

What can Mr. Hou teach Guo about the art of cross talk?

It's just that as a descendant of Hou Men, the orthodox successor of cross talk, and the leader of the railway art troupe, I can give Guo some help in terms of connections.

However, Guo did gain a foothold in BJ with the help of Mr. Hou.

Several times, if Mr. Hou hadn't shouldered the pressure from the authorities on his behalf, he would have been killed long ago.

His current situation is similar to Guo's, but much better than Guo's.

What he lacks is connections in the calligraphy and painting circles, but he does not lack official connections, let alone money.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Zhang Junping's mind like lightning.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and said with a bright smile: "It's just what you want, but I don't dare to ask for your ear."

"Hahaha! Congratulations to Old Wu! You are so happy to have your disciple!" Jiang Feng laughed and clasped his fists at Wu Xinping to congratulate him.

"I would also like to thank Mr. Gao Gang for his help!" Wu Xinping was also very happy and returned the favor with cupped fists.

"I think it's better to choose a day than to hit it. My old friends and I are all here today. We have new customs in New China.

There is no need to pay attention to the ceremony of binding.

Zhang Xiaoyou, if you kowtow to Mr. Minghe and we all bear witness, you will be regarded as your disciple." Jiang Feng said again with a smile.

Today, Jiang Feng is determined to make the matter of becoming a master and a disciple a reality.

Zhang Junping had no choice but to kneel down and kowtow three times to Wu Xinping, which was regarded as the ceremony of becoming a disciple.

Since then, he can be regarded as someone who has learned from his master.

"Master!" Although he was somewhat reluctant, after kowtow, Zhang Junping still respectfully called "Master".

"Okay! Okay! Okay! Good disciple, get up! Get up!" Wu Xinping laughed and pulled Zhang Junping up.

Wu Xinping was very responsible. He took Zhang Junping's hand and introduced all the artists from CAFA to him one by one.

This time, it was not the general introduction like before, but a formal one, bringing Zhang Junping into the circle and introducing Zhang Junping out.

Let everyone know that this is his disciple Wu Xinping and the disciple of Qi Baishi.

After a lot of excitement, Zhang Junping and two driver masters delivered the four prepared gifts door to door.

Because of the happy event of accepting a disciple, Zhang Junping's gifts were not in vain. Each artist gave Zhang Junping a piece of his or her proud work as a return gift.

I stayed in Central America for more than two hours before it was over.

It was already past five o'clock in the afternoon when we left Central America, so it would be inappropriate to go to another place to give gifts.

This is not a personal gift, nor is it a gift to the boss. It needs to be given at night. This is a gift from the unit, and it must be given openly.

So I can only continue giving gifts tomorrow.

Send Wu Xinping home.

"Xiao Zhang, come home with me and ask your mistress to cook some vegetables, and we both have a drink." Wu Xinping pulled Zhang Junping and insisted on letting him come into the house and have a meal at home before leaving.

"Master, I'm going to put down the things in the car first, change my clothes, and then come over to see my wife." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"That's okay, come back quickly!" Wu Xinping looked at the things in the car and knew that Zhang Junping was talking about business, but he still told Zhang Junping to come over.

Zhang Junping took the truck to his courtyard house and called the carpenters who had not yet got off work to help move the supplies into the house.

Zhang Junping gave each of the two driver-masters 20 yuan, "Two masters, we have been busy today. We didn't bother to treat the two masters to dinner all day long. Don't think this money is too little. Let's grab some drinks." .”

"Manager Zhang, you are too polite!" The driver pretended to decline, happily accepted the money and drove away.

After seeing off the driver, Zhang Junping chatted with the carpenters for a while before Qiu Wenyan arrived.

"Why didn't you pick me up? I thought you had something else to do today?" Qiu Wenyan complained to Zhang Junping in a coquettish tone.

"There's really something going on today!" Zhang Junping scratched his head and said with a smile.

"What's the matter? Who do you want to invite to drink again?" Although Qiu Wenyan was a little unhappy, she was still very supportive of her man. She also knew that it was not easy for a man to go out and there were many social events that he couldn't do without going.

"I'm not inviting anyone to drink, I'm here to worship a master today..." Zhang Junping then told Qiu Wenyan what happened at CAFA this afternoon.

"How could this person do this? He just talked nonsense without asking if you were willing. Isn't this going to put you on fire?" Qiu Wenyan was also very angry when she heard this.

"Alas! Some people are just like this, always acting like: I am doing it for your own good, and they think they are right.

However, it is already like this, and Mr. Wu is indeed a very good old artist, with high attainments in calligraphy and painting, and he is Qi Baishi's apprentice.

He is very famous in calligraphy and painting circles across the country, so I won’t suffer any loss if I become my teacher." Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Yes, from now on you will also be a disciple of a famous teacher." Qiu Wenyan also laughed.

Although it was very uncomfortable for my husband to be forced to become a disciple, the final result was good.

"That's it, when I go out later, I will tell you that your man is the disciple of Old Man Baishi and the disciple of Wu Heming, the leader of the Three Wus. How respectable are you?" Zhang Junping said with a smile.

"Hmph, I don't care whose disciple you are! As long as you are my man!" Qiu Wenyan held Zhang Junping's arm and leaned her head on his shoulder, saying softly.

"Yanzi, I feel that I am so lucky to have found such a good wife like you." Zhang Junping said softly.

The two talked about love for a while, and Qiu Wenyan took the initiative to let go of Zhang Junping and said, "Go quickly! It's your first day as a disciple. Go and recognize the door. Don't go too late."

"Well, let's go, I'll take you home first!"

"No, it's still quite early now, I can just go back by myself." Qiu Wenyan said with a sweet heart.

"No, you don't know. Recently, the security at night has not been very good.

Something happened several times.

Let's go, I'll take you home, it's not too late to go." Zhang Junping said forcefully.

After sending Qiu Wenyan home, Zhang Junping found a deserted alley, took out a bicycle from the space, and rode to Wu Xinping's home.

Wu Xinping's home is in a small alley next to Wangfujing Street.

It is a small courtyard with a single family.

The yard is not big, but it is neatly kept.

Zhang Junping knocked on the door and went in.

"Oh, you little Zhang, I want you to come to my house for dinner so that you can meet your wife.
To be continued...