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.
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.
Who asked you to bring so many things?" Wu Xinping complained when he saw Zhang Junping carrying large and small bags of things.
"Master! This is my ritual gift.
Because time was tight, the season was wrong, and I couldn't find the six rituals, I had to imitate the ancient rituals.
Master, please accept it!" Zhang Junping took out ten pieces of bacon, held it in both hands, and handed it to Wu Xinping respectfully.
The ritual of binding and repairing comes from the Analects of Confucius.
Confucius said: "If you can cultivate and cultivate on your own, I will not be without teachings."
It means: If you take the initiative to give me ten pieces of dried meat as a gift for meeting, I will teach you seriously and will never shirk or refuse to teach you.
The dried meat mentioned here refers to pork bacon.
Pork was a cheap meat in ancient times.
Pork bacon as a gift is a very worthless gift.
What Confucius means is, even if you come to be a disciple with worthless gifts, I will teach you knowledge seriously.
What is reflected here is the fraternity of Confucius who teaches without distinction.
Confucius's teachings and Confucius' spirit are all good, but it is a pity that they have been wantonly misinterpreted by later generations.
First it became a tool for the feudal dynasty to consolidate its rule, and later it became a tool for Confucian descendants to fool the emperor and the people.
If there were ghosts and gods in this world, Confucius would definitely jump out of the coffin, flood the Qu Mansion with urine, and drown these unfilial descendants.
If I had known earlier, I should have sprayed it directly on the ground.
That's too far.
Regardless of whether you were willing before or not, now that you have kowtowed and worshiped as a master, you must take it seriously.
The proper etiquette between master and disciple must not be messed up.
"Okay, okay! I'll take this bunch of cultivation masters!" Wu Xinping laughed heartily and took Zhang Junping's bacon.
"Then what are these for you?"
"Master, it's my first time to visit my wife, so I can't go empty-handed, right?
These are my gifts to my wife." Zhang Junping explained with a smile.
At this time, a woman about forty years old came out of the kitchen, saw Zhang Junping, and asked with a smile: "Are you Xiao Zhang, Lao Wu's new disciple? Come and sit in the room."
The food will be ready soon!”
Zhang Junping looked at Wu Xinping and asked with his eyes who this was.
"Oh! Xiao Zhang, let me introduce to you, this is your wife!" Wu Xinping introduced Zhang Junping with a smile.
"Hello, Master! My apprentice is here to kowtow to you!" Zhang Junping knelt down quickly and kowtowed three times respectfully.
"Hey! Good boy, get up! Get up!" Zhou Yuzhen's eyes turned red with excitement, and he quickly stepped forward to pull Zhang Junping up.
Old couples and young couples will suffer
There were some criticisms, and her identity was a bit embarrassing.
Seriously, Zhou Yuzhen is a student of Wu Xinping and once studied painting with Wu Xinping.
But he's not an apprentice, he's just like a tutor.
Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, Zhou Yuzhen's family was relatively wealthy, so he invited Wu Xinping to teach his children traditional Chinese painting at home.
As a result, the two people saw each other right and broke through the worldly barriers and became husband and wife.
Although Wu Xinping's first wife had passed away for several years at that time, there were still some unpleasant things to say about her.
It also had a great influence on Wu Xinping. Otherwise, given Wu Xinping's artistic achievements and his status, he would not be the manager of a painting shop.
The honorary president of BJ Painting Academy is also an honorary title only obtained in recent years.
Because of this incident, Wu Xinping's other disciples were somewhat resentful of this master's wife.
The master-disciple ritual of three festivals and two birthdays is just a decent way to maintain face, and some people even changed it to three festivals and one birthday.
The smart Zhou Yuzhen couldn't feel it, but all the grievances could only be swallowed in his stomach.
Now, Zhang Junping kowtows to her respectfully and performs the master-disciple ceremony, which makes Zhou Yuzhen's heart collapse instantly.
Excited, happy.
"Hurry up and sit in the room with your master. I have another dish that will be ready soon!" Zhou Yuzhen said and ran into the kitchen.
Zhang Junping was a little puzzled, there was something wrong with this mistress!
He saw the tears that flowed down the instant Zhou Yuzhen turned around.
Isn't it just kowtow to perform the ceremony of master and disciple? As for being so excited?
"Xiao Zhang, come into the house with me! I'm happy today. Let's have a nice drink together.
Wait a few days and call your senior brothers and sisters over so that you can get to know each other." Wu Xinping took Zhang Junping's hand and walked to the main room.
"After the new year, I will find another opportunity to officially announce to the public that you are my close disciple, Wu Xinping." Wu Xinping said happily.
This is to tell Zhang Junping his future status in the sect.
Among the disciples, there are two that attract more attention, one is the founding disciple and the other is the closed disciple.
The great disciple who founded the mountain and the disciple who closed the door are all successors of the mantle.
"Master, I plan to invite famous artists from all over the country to BJ just after the new year.
Hold a symposium and share the grand event.
When the time comes, you can introduce me to everyone." Zhang Junping said with a smile.
"In what name are you planning to hold the symposium?" Wu Xinping was used to it. This apprentice would often make some amazing moves.
"We'll wait until the city approves our plan.
Taking advantage of the opportunity of the art shop to be restructured into an art company.
Hold a symposium and invite well-known artists from across the country to discuss how to promote Eastern traditional culture to the West.
How to revitalize and promote Chinese painting.
Look at the situation at Central America now.
Among the three Wus, Wu Zuoren studied under Xu Beihong, but his major was oil painting.
Not to mention Wu Guanzhong, who studied oil painting under Lin Fengmian and graduated from the Ecole des Beaux-Arts in Paris.
Among the slightly younger professors, Jin Shangyi, who is more outstanding, is also engaged in oil painting.
The entire Central Academy of Fine Arts is almost turning into a Western painting academy."
As Zhang Junping spoke, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.
"Well, I don't know what you said.
This cannot be changed in a day or two.
I remember that in your plan, you mentioned market cultivation and artist cultivation.
Are you holding this symposium just to prepare for cultivating the market?" Wu Xinping nodded slightly, then asked with a smile.
After these few days of contact, Wu Xinping also saw that he was his apprentice.
The director may seem radical, but he is actually prudent.
He was laying the groundwork every step of the way, and then laying the groundwork, working steadily until he finally succeeded silently.
"Yes, it is to prepare for cultivating the market.
The market I want to cultivate is not in China, or in other words, the city asked me to come here not for the sake of the domestic art market.
My first goal is Xiangjiang.
I plan to select some artists and works of art to promote and hold exhibitions in Hong Kong." Zhang Junping said his plan without hesitation.
"How are you going to choose?"
"Sign! We will focus on promoting artists who are willing to sign with us."
"What about those who don't want to sign?"
"There is no way at the moment, especially for someone of your age who has become famous domestically and even has a certain reputation internationally.
All I can do is collect as many of his works as possible.
Then we will promote it." Zhang Junping said frankly.
"You kid!" Wu Xinping naturally understood the meaning of Zhang Junping's words.
The purpose of collecting as many works as possible is to maximize profits after promotion.
Otherwise, if I don’t have a few works in my hand, I will spend a lot of effort to push someone out, and the person will become famous, and the value of the works will greatly increase.
Zhang Junping would definitely not do this kind of behavior of taking advantage of others.
