Lin Shaowei said again: "Mr. has already gone through the formalities of inauguration in Sigu Xuan, if he leaves now, it will be in vain not to say anything about Si Gu Xuan, and he will not take you and me seriously as a friend." ”

In fact, he had already said it very tactfully, and he was about to leave as soon as he took office, and he did not mention the breach of contract.

He Chushu understood in his heart, he sighed softly, and bowed his hand to Meng Hongxian: "Brother Meng, I'm sorry. ”

At this point, Meng Hongxian had no choice but to reply.

After he left, He Chushu was a little absent-minded.

Turning to the art hall, before he could sit down, a young brother stepped forward and said earnestly: "Mr. He, I was arranged by President Lin to study with you, and if you need anything in the future, just tell me." ”

He Chushu glanced at the table and said, "This paint is not complete, you go and get some more." ”

The little brother also looked at the table, and said suspiciously: "The commonly used ones are here, and there are all kinds of colors, I don't know if you want to ...... sir."

"Scarlet and red are different, Zhu and Dan are also different, where all colors are available, this water pigment is transparent, there is no covering power, you need to use it with stone pigment, the stone pigment is stable, but it can not be reconciled, the knowledge of pigment is great, you come to learn, how do you not understand anything?"

The little brother's face turned red when he heard this, and he went half-understandingly.

And He Chushu suddenly fell into deep thought, remembering that he had just talked about paint, and it seemed that there was still one thing that had not been satisfactorily completed.

He is not a person who pursues the ultimate perfection, and he has no determination to complete anything, but this thing is always lingering in his heart.

It's only a thought to stay.

After a few moments, he got up.

When the little brother brought some paint again, the painting hall was empty, only a letter was pressed under the inkstone, and the cover read: "Forward to Brother Shaowei himself." ”

Meng House.

Meng Hongxian came to the long-lost library for the first time, Huai'an and Siqing thought that he was going to start writing and teaching, but he didn't want to, he only threw over a few books and a few picture albums, and said to the two: "Look at it yourself, learn it as soon as possible, and I will let you go to paint on the porcelain fetus as soon as possible." ”

The two had to bow their heads and flip through the books.

He had nothing to do, so he wandered to the window, peeked out, and the fragrance of plum blossoms came to his face.

His face was slightly sad, as if he was talking to the two, and seemed to be talking to himself: "In fact, the Meng family has not launched a new porcelain painting template over the years, and its position in the industry has been precarious, but fortunately we have our own kiln factory, although the picture is not new, but the type can be made further, I thought that Ting'an learned that decorative arts, and it is very useful in the shaping of porcelain shapes, but unfortunately he did not learn, and now, I don't know how long Meng's porcelain painting can last!"

In these words, it is obvious that he has no hope for Huai'an and the others, and Mr. He refuses to come, so he has even less confidence.

Siqing wanted to swear that she could learn well, but it was a bit difficult to learn without a teacher, and she didn't dare to boast about Haikou.

Meng Hongxian sighed, looked back and saw the two of them with dazed expressions, trembling and annoyed: "Why are you two looking at me, hurry up and read a book!"

The two of them hurriedly lowered their heads again.

was flipping through the books, and there were suddenly two more books in front of Siqing, and she looked at the side suspiciously.

Huai'an moved closer to her and whispered, "I've seen these a long time ago, and I've seen them many times, so there's really no need to look at them anymore, so I'll give them to you." ”

She nodded, and was just about to summarize the two books neatly, when Meng Hongxian discovered them, and immediately frowned: "You kid still don't want to learn, do you?"

"No......" Huai'an quickly stood up.

"Now that it's decided, you have to learn if you don't want to!"

"I'm ......"

"Don't explain it to me, let me see your slack appearance again, be careful with sticks!"

Siqing hurriedly pushed the book back again, glanced at Huai'an, and signaled him not to make trouble again, Huai'an had to shut up, admit his mistake and sit down, and casually turned the page.

Siqing glanced at Huai'an a few times uneasily, but when he saw his eyes glancing everywhere, even a rope on the window lattice was blown by the wind, he could see it with relish.

He didn't want to read more than the words in the book.

Seeing that Meng Hongxian was about to turn around, seeing that he was still staring at the window, she wanted to remind him, not wanting the other party to be more alert than her, but before Meng Hongxian's gaze came over, he had already moved his eyes back and put on an extremely serious posture.

In his own words, he is more skilled than anyone else in this kind of "errand" that looks like an "errand".

Siqing calmed down and slowly flipped through the book.

In fact, it's not just Huai'an, she can't stand it.

Meng Hongxian gave several books, what is a pen, what is an inkstone, what is Shengxuan, what is Shuxuan, and she is also familiar with these knowledge.

Even if Meng Hongxian didn't know that she had learned to paint in private, but Huai'an had studied for five years, no matter how she didn't grow, she wouldn't have to start from the beginning, right?

How much does he look down on Huai'an?

Having said that, I can't look down on him and can only put hope on him, but I am also very helpless.

Relatively speaking, he is too tolerant of Ting'an, as long as Meng Ting'an doesn't make a special trip to touch his scales, and has to study Western paintings, he can probably really do whatever he wants, and he doesn't have to worry about anything. Anyway, no matter how hard the two of them work now, it is also to pave the way for Ting'an, and this family will be passed on to Ting'an sooner or later.

Siqing can see it clearly and think clearly, of course it doesn't matter, if she can take this step, she is already different from those women who are waiting to be married in the boudoir.

What's more, isn't there someone around you, there are people to accompany you on this road, and you will never be lonely.

As long as she looked around, she felt at ease.

Fu lowered his head and flipped through the book, and heard someone come to say: "Mr. He is back." ”

Meng Hongxian turned around with a look of surprise: "Why?"

Before the words fell, He Chushu had already walked in and smiled at him: "There is a regret, if you don't make up for it, you can't get over it in your heart." ”

This time, I was trapped for half my life and lost the rest of my life.

The two of them are on the right track to learn to paint, Meng Hongxian is much more attentive than before, and often comes to check, Siqing needless to say, the opportunity is not easy to come by, she cherishes it very much, Huai'an occasionally gets bored of learning or will sneak out, but because of someone to accompany him, he is not as boring as before after all, and most of the time he will still listen to the class honestly.

It's just that Siqing is good at fine brushwork, Meng Hongxian prefers her to learn freehand, He Chushu taught her to combine the two, and if she paints well, she can also show the kind of meaning that Meng Hongxian wants, and he can't say anything.

Time is flowing slowly in such a busy and beautiful day.

Meng Tingan never showed up, He Chushu remembered that he had a meeting with his teachers and students, and he chose to be free on this day and came to see him with Huai'an Siqing.

When they went, Meng Ting'an was in the study, an unfinished painting was placed on the table, and when he heard footsteps, he immediately stood up and covered it, but when the door opened, his heart suddenly turned sideways, and he turned around again, exposing the painting completely.

When I saw the three of them, I didn't know whether they were disappointed or relaxed, but I just breathed a sigh of relief.

At first glance, Siqing saw the paintings on the table, the colors were very distinct, similar to the oil paintings she saw in the unopened exhibition hall of Sigu Xuan that day, and she admired those paintings at that time, so she was also impressed.

Meng Ting'an painted a half-length portrait, looking at the facial features as if he was himself, but the lines were distorted, and the color matching was also surprising, with a blue-gray background, a face depicted in yellow and green, and the color conflict and contrast were obvious.

It's beautiful, but it's oppressive and terrifying, and she doesn't know why she feels this way.

He Chushu also stared at the painting for a while, and sighed: "Things always have to be fought for, why should you suffer?"

Siqing was a little confused, and she didn't know where Mr. He's words came from.

Huai'an leaned into her ear and whispered: "Western impressionism, there is no traditional law and dogma, pay attention to painting from the heart, the third brother painted such a painting, probably not very comfortable." ”

"Impressionism, painting is born from the heart?" she suddenly realized, no wonder she felt oppressed.

I saw Meng Ting'an smile faintly and said to He Chushu: "Father, he has always said the same, I'm just afraid of making him angry again." ”

"Regarding making Brother Meng angry, your second brother is the most experienced, you can go and ask Qing to teach him. He Chushu made a joke.

Huai'an turned his head and said indifferently: "The third brother is a good child, so my father won't be angry with him." ”

Meng Tingan smiled again: "The second brother lives freely, I envy it." ”

"It's not easy. Huai'an waved his hand, "I'm very scared." ”

A person who has no sense of security is most afraid that no one will pay attention to him.

Siqing looked at him and thought silently, is it his stubbornness, but also childish to want to attract the attention of his family?

While pondering, he listened to He Chushu and said: "Ting'an, your painting is very good, listen to me, since you like it, don't give up." ”

Meng Ting'an's eyebrows were covered with a touch of sadness: "But my father doesn't like it, why is he so resistant to Western paintings, I can't figure it out." ”

"Brother Meng has always been stable in his actions, and it is understandable that it is difficult to accept external things. He Chushu thought for a while, looked at him and said, "You can paint well, maybe you can exhibit it in Siguxuan, if it is well received, Brother Meng must be relieved." ”

"Really?" Meng Ting'an's eyes lit up, "Can my paintings be exhibited in Sigu Xuan?"

"From my point of view, it's okay, but ......," He Chushu said bluntly, "Siguxuan is still the most popular Chinese painting, and they are not very likely to accept Western painting, but I will try my best to help you fight for it, if you ...... If I can't get it, I'll ...... Will still do their best. ”

Meng Ting'an's eyes were a little disappointed, but he still had a grateful heart, bowed to He Chushu and said, "Teacher, don't worry, as long as there is a 1 in 10,000 chance, I will prepare well." ”

"It's best that you think so. He Chushu nodded.

Huai'an also comforted: "There are so many people in Siguxuan, not everyone will reject Western paintings, there will always be people who will appreciate it, rest assured, if they don't let them hold an art exhibition, your brother and I will go to flatten them." ”

Meng Tingan was amused again, thought for a moment, changed his solemn expression, and said: "Second brother, I know that you have a talent for porcelain painting, you and the fourth sister study hard, don't waste your talent." ”

Huai'an disagreed: "Of course, I have a talent for everything. ”

Here it is again, Meng Tingan shook his head, and the few people continued to chat, and it was getting late, and the three of them got up and left.

The breeze blew, bringing two or three white fragments, Siqing raised his hand to greet him, and the white fell on the back of his hand, turning into droplets of water in an instant.

She looked up and realized that it was snowing.