"Walk slowly, don't send ......"

Bai Ye stood at the door, waving goodbye to Yu Chi and the others.

When Yu Chi and a group of students disappeared at the end of the road, an old man appeared next to him and asked with a little curiosity: "Xiao Ye, are those your friends?"

Bai Ye didn't bother to explain, and nodded directly: "That's right." ”

"No wonder it's so lively. ”

The old man was curious: "What are you doing?"

"I learned to draw. Bai Ye's words were concise and to the point, he was afraid that it would be complicated, and the old man would not understand.

"Ahh ”

When the old man heard this, he immediately patted his thigh, and said with a wrong expression: "Xiao Ye, why didn't you say it earlier? If I had known, I should have come over just now and begged them to help draw two pictures." ”

“……”

Bai Ye was speechless.

As a former painter and art student, one of the things he hated was this situation.

Whenever relatives, friends, classmates, colleagues, etc., hear that he knows how to draw, they open their mouths and say, help me draw one.

It's as if they inherently owe someone a picture.

Dodge, you can't get over it. If you don't prevaricate, it's endless.

One day he was so annoyed that he hardened his heart and said that he was a professional painter and he had to charge money for painting. The other party suddenly turned his face with a look of contempt.

The subtext is, I look up to you, so I asked you to help draw. If you are not grateful, forget it, you still have to collect money, it is simply in the eyes of money.

So after listening to the old man's words, Bai Ye pulled the corners of his mouth, not knowing how to respond.

Or maybe he didn't want to respond.

The old man continued: "By the way, my eldest grandson seems to like to draw a lot. I heard that painters are also very profitable, and a painting is tens of millions and hundreds of millions, which is very promising. Xiao Ye, do you think this thing is reliable?"

"Ahem. ”

Bai Ye groaned and said tactfully: "Uncle, I never persuade people to learn painting. ”

"Why?"

The old man was surprised and puzzled.

"As the old saying goes, persuade people to study medicine, the sky thunders, persuade people to learn painting, and explode on the spot. ”

Bai Ye said seriously: "It's too difficult to learn to paint, you will be in debt at every turn, and you will not be able to pay it off in your lifetime." ”

"Huh?"

The old man was stunned: "Is it so expensive to learn to paint?"

"Almost. ”

Bai Ye was vague and decisively changed the topic: "Uncle, it's not early, I'm going to cook, will you eat here tonight?"

"No, no. ”

The old man came to his senses and hurriedly walked outside the village: "I almost forgot, I'm going to pick vegetables." ”

“…… See you later. ”

Bai Ye shook his head and closed the courtyard door.

The first thing he saw when he turned around was the bamboo paintings on the walls.

Oil painting bamboo, if you want to say how good, it is not necessarily, it is a little new. So what Yu Chi said about the first person, just listen to it, there is no need to take it seriously.

Bai Ye smiled, and also restrained his emotions that he shouldn't have, walked into the kitchen, and began to prepare dinner.

Soon at night, the city was lit up. Along the river, there is a residential area with dense trees that acts as a barrier and seems to be cut off from the city.

Twenty or thirty households, scattered and scattered.

These are typical Chinese-style buildings, with a single-family cloister in the compound, a pond in the courtyard, and a rockery and flowing water. The quiet environment and unique landscape make the building between the boundary and the unbounded, the separated and the unseparated.

The courtyard is deep and interconnected.

It's easy for outsiders to get lost when they get inside.

But for Yu Chi, this is where he was born and where he has lived for more than 20 years.

Even if you close your eyes, you can't go wrong.

He walked briskly into a small antique building.

The three-storey building has an ancient tower-like structure, but it has been cleverly decorated by modern architects, and many incandescent lamps are inlaid on the ceiling and walls. Turn on the power at night, and the interior of the small building is like day, without the slightest dimness.

It should be noted that this small building is not a living place, but a study.

The upper and lower floors have a collection of tens of thousands of books, calligraphy and paintings.

It can be said that this small building is the heart of the residence. At least in the eyes of the Yu family, the value of the books, calligraphy and paintings in the building is 100 or 1,000 times that of the residence.

Yu Chi just went in, and saw a dignified-looking old man, sitting alone on a chair. Next to him, there is a sea of books. Layer by layer, circle by circle, neatly arranged, as if endless.

"Dad, I'm back. ”

Yu Chi walked up to the old man and sat on the floor very casually.

"It's been a hard day. ”

Yu Hao put away the book and a smile appeared on her face. He is not a strict father, on the contrary, he attaches great importance to communication and communication with his family, so he has a good relationship with his children.

He knew Yu Chi's heart disease, so whether Yu Chi was in a training class or playing something else, he supported it wholeheartedly.

He is familiar with history books, and he has never had the feudal idea of a son inheriting his father's business. The gentleman's ze, the fifth and beheaded. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and forceful interference is counterproductive.

As long as the child can understand things, no matter what work he does, he is worthy of praise.

To put it mildly, the savings of his life are enough for the Yu family to squander for several generations, and he doesn't need his children and grandchildren to work hard, and he can still sit back and enjoy the results.

As for a few generations later, will it sit and eat nothing.

At that time, he had turned into loess, and he didn't need to think about the long term.

"Have you eaten?"

Yu Hao smiled and said: "Today, Ah Fu made fish soup, which has a lot of umami, and I asked him to keep one for you." ”

"Okay, I'll try it later. ”

Yu Chi coped with it, and couldn't wait to say, "Dad, do you remember that white leaf?"

"Huh?"

Yu Hao's eyebrows moved slightly, and he said strangely: "I remember, I must remember, but it's so decent, why are you mentioning him? Did he provoke you, or did you provoke him?"

"No, no, no......"

Yu Chi hurriedly waved his hand and explained, "Dad, don't get me wrong. It's not who provoked whom, but today I took the student to Wencun to collect style, only to find out that his studio is in the village. ”

"And then?" Yu Hao didn't pay attention to the details, only wanted to know the main point.

"Dad, just look at it. ”

Yu Chi didn't explain, he directly handed over his phone and opened the video. Bai Ye held the palette and swiped the pen to paint, and immediately met Yu Hao's eyes.

From the beginning of the shape to the completion of the bamboo painting, there is no interruption.

After reading it, Yu Hao returned the phone to Yu Chi, her expression was very calm.

"Dad, how is it?" asked Yu Chi excitedly.

"How's that?"

Yu Hao's reaction was also a little out of Yu Chi's meaning, he looked at his father in astonishment, and a puzzled look appeared in his eyes: "Dad, don't you see, this is an oil painting, painting bamboo ......"

"I know, so what?" Yu Hao asked rhetorically, her expression the same.

This made Yu Chi feel very wrong, "His oil paintings of bamboo are not only similar in shape, but also in the freehand style of traditional ink painting." Dad, this is a rare innovation, don't you think it's an unprecedented innovation?"

"Unprecedented?"

Yu Hao's expression finally changed a little, and he smiled lightly: "Son, you are naïve." ”

"Huh?"

Yu Chi was stunned for a moment, puzzled: "Could it be that someone has painted like this before? ”

"There's a lot you don't know. ”

Yu Hao said lightly: "In fact, for hundreds of years, many people have made similar attempts. But they all failed, were swept into the garbage heap, and were forgotten. ”

"How is that possible?"

Yu Chi was shocked and confused: "Why?"

"Because of tradition. ”

Yu Hao wrote lightly: "Because of pride." ”

"Huh?"

Yu Chi was stunned and didn't understand very much.

After all, as far as he knew, some Chinese painting painters said that they insisted on it, or that they were conservative, anyway, they looked down on all Western art, and naturally despised oil painting.

But what does pride mean?

Regarding Yu Chi's confusion, Yu Hao said a few more words, which made him suddenly realize.