Song Yue's journey was not smooth. Not only was it not smooth, but he also got into trouble. Zheng Qiu directly asked him to find Lu Zhiyuan. If Song Yue dared to threaten her, she would ask Lu Zhiyuan to threaten Song Yue in the name of her little apprentice.
Song Yue endured it again and again, and went to look for Lu Zhiyuan all night for the sake of his niece, but he didn't even get in.
Song Yue almost laughed angrily. This young master of the Lu family really thought that he could successfully inherit the property of the Lu and Feng families!
No matter how unhappy Song Yue was, he had to attend Zheng Qiu's last apprenticeship banquet the next day. Being in the same circle, he still had to give him face.
This apprenticeship banquet was extremely grand. In addition to the gathering of heavyweights from major art circles, there were also people from the business circle who came to join in. Each one of them had a pivotal position in the professional field.
Drinking and drinking together, chatting freely about the secret love.
Gu Cici was wearing a blue shoulder-wrapped dress and a set of aqua-blue glass accessories around her neck. She came down the stairs gracefully and gracefully.
Song Yue was stunned for a moment, feeling vaguely familiar...
But it disappeared quickly, and I couldn't find any familiar place.
Zheng Qiu enthusiastically took over her young apprentice. She was nearly seventy years old and already had thirteen direct apprentices. Gu Ci Ci was the fourteenth. Zheng Qiu was really happy. She didn't expect that the new young apprentice would be really good.
Come and practice basic skills according to her schedule.
Although her basic skills are loose, the little girl is good-natured and hard-working, and every move she makes is very beautiful. She is older and is not so rigid in her movements. She feels comfortable when she looks beautiful. Although art is not limited to whether she is beautiful or not, there are
What does it matter? Seeing the soft little girl dancing so beautifully, she likes it no matter how much she sees it: "Come, meet your uncles and aunts." Because of the promotion of seniority, some highly respected old artists of the grandpa generation are now
Became an uncle.
"Teacher Zheng, what do you mean? You seem to be very interested in me?" He actually took the young apprentice to greet him personally.
"I heard that she is... well, I won't mention it. She can't dance at all. Teacher Zheng is also unlucky."
"Today's children are too utilitarian. They dare to worship any master, and they don't think about it. What if they don't have the support of the Lu family in the future? It's not like a joke."
Some well-respected old masters have mixed feelings. Capital intervenes. Sometimes they have no choice but to look at Lao Zheng's posture today. For a moment, they don't know whether she really likes this apprentice or because she succumbs to the person behind him?
Professor Yang appeared with a glass of wine: "What? Who are you talking bad about?"
"No one." The old guys didn't talk like young people.
"Yes, you looked at Lao Zheng in a very complicated way just now. Do you think Lao Zheng got the wrong apprentice? Her apprentice came from a wrong background."
The obvious thing: "You go and talk, we will discuss calligraphy and painting."
"I want to be here even more. That little girl is called Gu CiCi. Not only is she good-looking, she is also smart and clever. She is very clever in learning. I have found a treasure."
Several people immediately looked at him and said nonsense.
"Don't believe me? First of all, let me state that she is my student now, and I won't do anything to rob her from you."
"It's true."
"It's just for the sake of whose sake, do you think people here don't know about it?" Besides, she's just a girlfriend on the surface, so there's no telling whether she can last long.
Professor Yang quit: "I'm not happy when you talk like that!"
Who cares whether you are happy or not.
"You can criticize her boyfriend for being exaggerated and not doing his job properly unless he has a dancing master for her, but you can never say that my apprentice is not worthy of Old Sister Zheng. Did you see the painting at the door when you came in? It was painted by that little girl.
What do you think of the ink painting of The Storm is Coming?"
"Did she paint the painting at the door?" Song Moshan, who had been silent until now, spoke.
Professor Yang knew that he understood, and immediately leaned over: "That brushstroke, that state of mind, that natural uncanny workmanship, that oppressive explosive power that will crack the sky, is it depressing and shocking, don't look at this little girl's delicate and weak character
, but the paintings are particularly powerful. That bitch Zheng Qiu accepted her, she is the one who took advantage of it. Judging from her attitude, she knew that she had found a treasure. Put it on me and I will stick to it. Hey, don’t grab it from me.
, although we have not officially become his teacher, I am his teacher, and once he is his teacher, he will always be his father, do you understand?"
"Did she complete the painting at the door independently? There was no guidance from you."
"I'm not a good instructor. I only have some ink painting skills, but I have buried them long ago. Do you think I'm very talented?" Professor Yang said to Yourong.
Song Moshan downplayed: "There is still some heat."
"You are just a tough talker. In the Art Department of Teikoku University, there is no one who wants to compete with me. I squeezed out many opponents before I became the teacher of this freshmen class. Plus, I continue to recommend myself every day. Sooner or later, she will be my apprentice."
Song Moshan said nothing.
"You don't believe it, do you? The landscape painting at the door was something she only came into contact with at the beginning of school. She is best at still life painting. Let me show you her homework."
"Three months?"
Professor Yang took out his mobile phone: "Look, the level of still life is inexplicably different from others. Look at this one, this one! You all come here!"
Song Moshan looked at him condescendingly. He had no choice but to say, "She hasn't agreed yet."
What to promise: "I have nothing to say."
It’s okay: “Painting and dancing are two different things.”
"How do you know that this little girl can't do well? I've never heard of a saying that art is connected. Besides, you also do calligraphy in addition to painting. I also have a side job of fishing. Why can't I dance? I'll just wait.
Looking at my little apprentice, ten or twenty years later, the day he will be fully integrated in the art world.
Several people suddenly lost their temper when he said: "The painting at the door was really painted by that little girl?"
"Is it interesting? How many times have I asked?" Of course they don't like the involvement of capital, but they are also tolerant of talented juniors.
"And that Lu Zhiyuan, what's wrong with the rich second generation? As for those of you who make you talk in weird ways, you can look down on others just because you worked hard for nothing. That kid, in order to pursue my apprentice, watched all my works, and even
I copied it in my class just for the little girl’s feelings. Do you understand?”
"..."
"Young and frivolous feelings are the most sincere. This is a serious love relationship. You old guys don't understand, so don't think so dirty."
"Whatever we said, it was always you who said it."
"Okay, old Yangtou has a drink."
"I won't drink it. Old Song, you are great at ink painting. Tell them how my apprentice's painting is."
Song Moshan and Zheng Qiu are still in trouble, but they have to say: "The artistic conception has been revealed." Ink painting emphasizes meaning rather than form, and not many can interpret it to this extent.
When Song Yue saw his father here, he also came over.