"What's the request?" Zhang Junping asked anxiously.
It's not that Zhang Junping can't hold his breath, it's just that this opportunity to go to Xiangjiang is too important to him.
He has many ideas and many pursuits, but they are all severely restricted by this era.
Going to Xiangjiang was an opportunity for him, an opportunity to break the constraints of the times.
Don't get me wrong, Zhang Junping has no intention of immigrating to Hong Kong, let alone taking the opportunity to escape to the United States.
"It's very simple. In addition to teachers from the school, this art exchange group going to Xiangjiang will also select some students!
The selection criteria are naturally based on the works!
The school will issue a notice soon and will hold a competition before the winter vacation at the end of the year!
There are two quotas for each category of art!"
"Then..." Zhang Junping was about to say this is simple.
With his sculpture skills, he can definitely beat the undergraduates of CAFA Sculpture Department.
A quota is not a piece of cake.
"But!
After all, you are my and Lao Yang's apprentice. If you just fight for a spot, even if you earn it, Lao Yang and I will lose face!
So, we decided to make it a little more difficult for you!" the old lady said with a smile.
Although the old lady smiled as kindly as before, Zhang Junping always had a numb scalp and a bad feeling.
"We require you to get quotas in the four categories of wood carving, freehand brushwork, gongbi, and calligraphy at the same time!"
According to the form of expression, traditional Chinese painting can be divided into freehand brushwork and fine brushwork.
In fact, this is similar to the abstract and realistic styles of oil painting.
"Ah! Grandma Liu, are you too cruel?
If I get the quota for four categories by myself, isn't that unfair to other students?" Zhang Junping exclaimed in a pretentious manner.
"Ha ha!
Okay, you have a lot of confidence!
If your strength matches your self-confidence, you are qualified to be my and Lao Yang’s apprentice!"
"That's necessary! Otherwise, why would I be embarrassed to be your apprentice?" Zhang Junping flattered with a smile.
A month ago, Zhang Junping was not sure that he would be able to get the quota in the four categories.
But now, just as he had guessed before, after studying the ancient furniture of the Ming and Qing Dynasties for more than a month, what he gained was not just an improvement in his woodcraft skills.
The level of painting and calligraphy has been greatly improved.
If his calligraphy and painting level was at an advanced level before and was still in the stage of quantitative accumulation, now it has reached an improvement from quantitative change to qualitative change.
At the extreme of quantitative change, it is just the accumulation of quantity. Even if it reaches an advanced level, it is just a painting or a good-looking writing. No matter whether it is painting or calligraphy, it has no mark of its own. It can only be said that it is imitated by others, and it can also be said that it has no soul.
When you reach the expert level, your works basically have a certain degree of recognition and have something of your own.
As for a true master, others can tell who the author is at a glance through his works.
Using a more fantasy standard to classify, then the first realm, the realm before the advanced level is: looking at mountains is not mountains and looking at water is water; the second realm, the expert level: looking at mountains is not mountains, and looking at water is not water;
Three realms, master-level realm: see mountains as mountains, water as water.
Zhang Junping's paintings are already in the second realm, looking at mountains is not mountains, looking at water is not water.
Naturally, this is a shame for the vast number of CAFA students who are still in the first realm.
Of course, we are only talking about the undergraduate level. At the postgraduate level, although there are not many people who have broken through to the second stage, they are not that few.
"Grandma Liu, what I'm saying is, if I take all the places in the four categories, what will happen to the other students? Isn't there one less place? Or can I give up my place to others?"
“Less is less! There are two quotas for each category, which does not mean there must be two quotas!
If the standards are not met, even if there are no quotas in a certain category, we will not give in!
Of course, if there are more works in that category that satisfy us, we wouldn't mind adding a few more places!" The old lady smiled a little seriously, but also a little meaningfully.
Zhang Junping shook his head secretly, this judging standard is really idealistic!
However, art is inherently idealistic.
After getting down to business, the old lady pointed to the fruit brought by Zhang Junping and said with a smile: "The little girl named Huang Xue bought this fruit, right?"
"How did you know?" Zhang Junping asked in surprise.
"You kid, you have lived at my place for more than a month, when have you ever bought fruit?" the old lady laughed and scolded.
"Uh... I'm not poor!" Zhang Junping scratched his head and said.
"You don't have any intention!
However, this is what I admire about you, you are focused on your craft and are focused on it!
Without this persistence, you would not be able to achieve success!
Xiao Huang is good!
You! You need someone to help you with your chores!" The old lady had a very good impression of Huang Xue.
"I also think she's quite good. I'll give her a salary increase later!" Zhang Junping nodded in agreement.
"..." The old lady didn't want to speak.
After a while of luck, he asked: "You just want to increase Huang Xue's salary?
Don’t you think of anything else?”
"Anything else?
What else?”
"I think Huang Xue is pretty good. If I could be your girlfriend, you two would complement each other very well!"
"girlfriend?
No, no!
She is too big, I like eighteen!" Zhang Junping shook his head vigorously.
"You like Shiba, I think you look like Shiba!
Get out of here! I'm going to get angry when I see you now!" The old lady said, picking up the feather duster and pretending to slap Zhang Junping.
Zhang Junping was so frightened that he quickly got up and left the old lady's house in embarrassment.
"Oh! Is it wrong that I like Shiba? Why are you still angry?" Zhang Junping looked back at the old lady's door and sighed.
When I returned to the dormitory, Dai Changyuan and other roommates were there.
"Hey, our big capitalist is back?
It’s rare!
Are you willing to come back instead of going out to spend the spring night with your friend?" Li Xiangqian teased.
"What about me!
Huang Xue and I are just classmates!" Zhang Junping quickly explained.
If this spreads out, he doesn't care. How can Huang Xue marry a girl?
"Come on!
We are not blind!
Even a blind person can see Huang Xue's friendship for you!"
"Don't talk nonsense, Huang Xue and I really have nothing to do with each other!"
"Zhang Junping, I think Huang Xue is quite good. She's pretty, has a good figure, and has a good personality!
You may consider it!" Dai Changyuan advised with a serious tone, like a big brother.
"I still like Shiba!"
"Pfft!" Zhou Jianping spurted out a mouthful of water.
"Hahaha………
Zhang Junping, please laugh me to death!
You like eighteen! I like eighteen too!"
"We also like Shiba's!"
"Go away! You old men, why are you causing such trouble?
By the way, thank you for this afternoon!
If it weren't for you, Huang Xue alone wouldn't be able to handle so much wood!" Zhang Junping didn't want to continue talking about the eighteenth topic and decisively changed the subject.