Chapter two hundred and nineteen sixty pictures of ladies
I have read thousands of volumes, and my writing is like a spirit.
Zhang Junping prepared for a week before he started painting.
It was really as if he had a spirit in writing, the brush moved like a dragon and a snake, the brush strokes were like the wind, and in less than half an hour, Zhang Junping sketched out a beautiful picture of a lady.
It took another week for Zhang Junping to draw all the twelve golden hairpins.
There are not only twelve pictures of ladies in the Twelve Golden Hairpins. Zhang Junping painted five pictures of each golden hairpin, with different costumes for walking, sitting, lying and playing.
After drawing the Twelve Golden Hairpins, Zhang Junping took the drawing back to school and asked his classmates in the framing studio to help frame it.
Zhang Junping took it back to school to frame it not because he wanted to save money. He now has three melons and two dates.
The purpose is to help students studying mounting in the mounting studio gain practical experience, and also to allow them to earn some pocket money.
After all, the slogan of Central American Dream Factory is to help students increase their social practice experience and earn living expenses through work-study studies.
After the sixty paintings of ladies with twelve golden hairpins were mounted, Zhang Junping took the paintings to CCTV and found Wang Fulin.
"Are you Zhang Junping? A student of CAFA?"
An old man was sitting in Wang Fulin's office, leaning on a cane. When he saw Zhang Junping, he asked straightforwardly.
In Wang Fulin's office, besides this old man, there were two other old men sitting on chairs.
Wang Fulin could only stand and carefully served the three elderly people.
"Hello, Mr. Shen! Hello, Mr. Qi! Hello, Mr. Wu!" Zhang Junping bowed to the three elderly people one by one to say hello.
This old man is none other than the famous Mr. Shen Congwen.
The other two old people, one is a descendant of the royal family of the Qing Dynasty, the fifth son of Qing Shizong (Yongzheng) and the eighth-generation grandson of Prince Hongzhou.
The other one is Wu Shichang, a master of Hongxue.
"You are a young boy who has not yet graduated. How dare He De to be the chief image designer of "A Dream of Red Mansions"? Who is your teacher?" Shen Congwen paused his cane and asked sternly.
"Just like Mr. Shen, how dare He De to be the chief image designer of "A Dream of Red Mansions"." Faced with Shen Congwen's question, Zhang Junping was not angry and followed his words and said without mercy: "It's just Wang.
Just give me a chance to learn!
As for the tutor, those with limited talent and learning dare not mention the title of master for fear of bringing disgrace on the master’s face.”
A word that was neither salty nor bland pushed Shen Congwen to the corner, and the angry Mr. Shen just stared.
Zhang Junping didn't continue to be angry with him. After all, he was over eighty years old. He couldn't afford to be angry if he got angry.
"You happen to be here, Mr. Shen. I'm here to hand in my homework to Director Wang today.
In this assignment, I drew reference from Mr. Shen’s "Research on Ancient Chinese Costumes." Please judge whether I can still pass this assignment."
Zhang Junping said and put the sixty scrolls he brought on Wang Fulin's desk.
Sixty scrolls are not a small amount, so Zhang Junping tied them up with ropes, and they immediately filled Wang Fulin's desk.
"So many?" Wang Fulin exclaimed in surprise.
Just now I saw Zhang Junping coming in with a large bundle of scrolls, but he just placed them on the ground, and the impact was far less powerful than if he put them on the table.
"This is the picture of the Twelve Golden Hairpin Ladies I drew. Mr. Shen and Director Wang can take a look at it and find it attractive.
See if there is anything that goes against the trend of history, so I can make corrections." Zhang Junping was very humble, but his face was filled with confidence.
"Mr. Shen, Mr. Qi, and Mr. Wu are all masters in this field. Can you help me?" Wang Fulin said with a very humble attitude.
There is no way not to be humble. Now Wang Fulin is counting on Shen Congwen to help him.
After Wang Fulin returned from his inspection trip to the UK, the CCTV leadership asked him what he thought.
Like Yang Jie, he wants to shoot China's own masterpieces.
Therefore, when asked by CCTV leaders, Wang Fulin carefully chose "Dream of Red Mansions" which in his opinion was the simplest and easiest.
As a result, the project was approved and a preparatory team was established. Only then did we realize that "Dream of Red Mansions", which seemed to be the simplest and easiest, was actually the most difficult historical masterpiece to film.
In order to tell the somewhat gloomy story "A Dream of Red Mansions" brilliantly and attract the audience, we must also respect the history and the original work.
It's not as easy as imagined.
If the story is not exciting enough, the audience will not buy it. They only pursue excitement, go against history, deviate from the original work, and will be criticized by the experts from the Red Society.
Don't think that the Red Society is just a minority, it doesn't matter, as long as the audience likes it.
On the contrary, the Red Society, which is in the minority, is incredibly powerful. They are often elites from all walks of life and have absolute say.
Don't talk about him, even the leaders of CCTV can't afford to offend the experts from the Red Society.
After trying to figure out the key, Wang Fulin's hair turned half gray.
Only then, thanks to his connections, did he seek help from Shen Congwen.
Shen Congwen also gave him face. Not only did he come over, but he also invited Qi Gong and Wu Shichang, two famous historians and red scholars.
"Hmph! What's so good about it? In just half a month, I drew so many pictures of the Twelve Golden Hairpin Ladies. What else is it if it's not crude?
Xiao Wang gave you such a good opportunity, but you don't know how to cherish it, you only know how to deal with errands." Shen Congwen snorted and scolded.
"Haha! Let me take a look at my friend's masterpiece." Qi Gong, who had been silent just now, picked up a scroll and opened it with a smile.
Opening the scroll, Qi Gong's eyes lit up, "Okay! What a meticulous and realistic picture of a lady!"
In just a few months, I have made such great progress, my little friend is really talented, and Lao Yang has found a good apprentice!"
Qi Gong and Zhang Junping knew each other. Qi Gong was the chief judge of the Jiguge Young Painters Exhibition two years ago.
Zhang Junping's gold medal was awarded to him by Qigong. At that time, he held Zhang Junping and chatted with him for a long time.
Later, Zhang Junping joined the Chinese Calligraphers and Painters Association, and Qi Gong also voted in favor.
"Mr. Qi, you are so grateful. I have also used your works as references in these paintings." Zhang Junping bowed slightly to Qi Gong and said modestly.
After praising Zhang Junping, he smiled and said to Shen Congwen: "Mr. Shen, Zhang Xiaoyou is not an ordinary young man. You don't have to be a bad person to beat him. You should take a look at his works first."
"Oh! Let me see!"
Shen Congwen and Qi Gong have been close friends for many years, so they naturally understand Qi Gong. One look at Qi Gong's demeanor and he knew that Qi Gong's compliment was not a false compliment.
Qigong Qilao is kind to others and always has a kind face and a smile.
Even if someone asks for their opinion on a copy of his work, they will cheerfully say, "The writing is very good, better than mine."
Only those who truly understand Qi Gong will understand that Qi Gong is a very principled person and will not easily evaluate a person or a work.
Taking the scroll from Qi Gong's hand, Shen Congwen was stunned for a moment, looked up at Zhang Junping, and then continued to look down at the painting.