Luo Sui'an spent a whole day painting in the studio without any distractions. There were more than a dozen paintings, not just Chinese paintings. She painted one of each of the things she was good at, and managed to put together a workable portfolio.
Xu Shuying read through it and once again lamented her talent in painting. Many people who have been studying for decades may not have Luo Sui'an's painting skills. Even she herself dare not say that she can paint better than Luo Sui'an.
She took Luo Sui'an and these paintings to meet the student's parents. The other party's family was obviously in good condition. They made an appointment to meet in a big hotel and asked for a luxurious box.
"Mrs. Hu." Xu Shuying knocked on the door and came in. She first greeted a woman dressed in an elegant manner.
Mrs. Hu also stood up to greet her: "Miss Xu."
Xu Shuying exchanged pleasantries with her before introducing Luo Suian to her: "Mrs. Hu, this is our new Chinese painting teacher, Teacher Luo."
"Hello, Mrs. Hu, my name is Luo Sui'an." Luo Sui'an greeted first.
Mrs. Hu felt that she was too young and doubted her ability, but she did not show it. She was just not as enthusiastic about Xu Shuying as she was, and was a little distant in her politeness.
Luo Suian can feel it, but she is not angry. She is a newbie in this industry with nothing, and it is normal for Mrs. Hu to pick on her.
She has felt it all. Of course Xu Shuying is more aware of it. She has dealt with such rich parents a lot and can better understand their thoughts. That's why she asked Luo Sui'an to draw a few paintings. Do you have the ability?
You'll know just by looking at the painting.
"Mrs. Hu, no matter how much I praise Teacher Luo, I can't compare to you seeing it with your own eyes. This is Teacher Luo's painting. You can take a look at it first. If you are not satisfied, I will teach Hu Jing myself." Xu Shuying took Luo Suian's painting.
Pass it over.
Xu Shuying's painting was so certain that Mrs. Hu also wanted to see how good Luo Sui'an was. She took the painting and opened it. The first thing she saw was the snow scene painting that Luo Sui'an painted for Xu Shuying yesterday. Her eyes
It lit up instantly.
People's aesthetics are different, but there is never much difference in the general direction. Chinese painting is not an abstract painting, and it is difficult to understand it. There is a most basic judgment standard for Chinese painting, which is whether it looks good or not, so that the public can see it at a glance.
If you think a painting looks good, it must be a good painting.
Mrs. Hu then looked down. There were not only landscape paintings and figure paintings, but also animal paintings and object paintings. After reading all the dozens of paintings, Mrs. Hu was already impressed by Luo Suian's skills.
She was a little embarrassed herself, and became very enthusiastic about Luo Suian: "I never thought that Teacher Luo could be so good at painting at such a young age. He is really talented."
Luo Sui'an will be humble when she should be humble, and will not be blindly humble when she shouldn't be humble. She will not be humble in situations like this. The more confident she is, the more Mrs. Hu can trust her.
"Maybe this is the only advantage I have."
"Teacher Luo is too humble. This is not an advantage." Mrs. Hu immediately decided: "Teacher Luo, our Hu Jing will trouble you from now on. He is not good in cultural classes, and his father and I are not very demanding.
Just get a bachelor's degree."
Luo Suian said: "I will try my best."
Mrs. Hu thanked a few words and then pushed the young man aside: "Stop playing and say hello to Teacher Luo. From now on, Teacher Luo will teach you how to draw. You should study hard with Teacher Luo."
The boy was Mrs. Hu's son Hu Jing. When Luo Sui'an came in, he saw him playing on his mobile phone. He must have been playing games. He didn't even raise his head. Then he was pushed by his mother, and he reluctantly raised his head to look.
He glanced at Luo Suian.
Luo Suian smiled at him.
Hu Jing was stunned for a moment, and then the tips of his ears turned a little red. He thought to himself that this teacher is too good-looking.