In fact, Director Feng is looking for him or those things, recently a Taiwanese art dealer wants to come over to hold an art salon appreciation meeting, in the most upscale four-star hotel in the city center, Wu Wending needs to do all the scenes, hanging banners, back panels, banners outside the hotel and other pictures, text computer production.

Wu Wending took the white envelope, which was the prepaid fee: "Thank you, Mr. Feng, I'll go back and take a closer look at the specific information, and I'll ask you if I have any questions." ”

Director Feng handed over a cigarette and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't do it until the end of September." ”

Wu Wending took the cigarette, went to the coffee table in the living room and found the small silver cigarette tray with a square of 5 centimeters, and put it on the desk.

Lao Feng is less than forty years old, a master of modernist Chinese painting, with the temperament of a generous elder, but the two front teeth are a little violent, which slightly affects the overall image, he speaks slowly, wears a cardigan, and black cloth shoes with white soles under jeans.

Wu Wending has more fatherly feelings for this teacher, just because Wu Wending, who had a tragic lovelorn two years ago, was called to talk by Lao Feng, who had not been in contact for a long time.

Originally, it was not a department, he was still an attached middle school student, and the Department of Chinese Painting had no management rights, and Wu Wending, who was confident that he would not violate the school rules if he fell in love, went.

Lao Feng just found the small cigarette saucer, lit the cigarette and went straight in: "I heard that you are out of love?"

Wu Wending didn't want to speak, only nodded.

Lao Feng seems to be very good at doing ideological work: "You have been helping some teachers take care of computers, and Zhang Cheng knows that I need it, so he recommends you to me." ”

Wu Wending continued to nod silently.

Lao Feng didn't care either, and continued to practice stand-up comedy: "A teacher told me that you are famous for your three hurdles. ”

The first time Wu Wending heard that someone gave himself such a definition of being famous, he was still a teacher, and looked up.

Lao Feng smiled a little: "Say that you sit in front of the computer, no matter what the problem is after turning on the computer, sigh first, and then I want to send you smoke, it doesn't matter what kind of smoke it is." ”

When did you have this habit? Wu Wending was thinking.

Lao Feng continued: "You just keep fiddling and don't speak, and then I have to ask you what to drink, take tea, fruit or drink." ”

Wu Wending's face was a little feverish, it must have been Zhang Cheng looking for fun to make the leader happy and make fun of himself.

Lao Feng is still ruthless: "After drinking water, you will say bitterly: 'This problem is very serious,' at this time, you have to say what to eat tonight......

Wu Wending was finally embarrassed: "They are joking, I will eat a small hot pot at most." "I thought that I had never sighed at the house of the vice president's wife.

Old Feng laughed: "I thought you were interesting, so I asked you to help, you are still very restrained." ”

Wu Wending was ashamed: "They were joking, and many teachers are considered senior brothers." ”

Lao Feng said: "You are good, you have not positioned yourself in the position of a student, and this is how you eat technical meals." Otherwise, I can find someone to help me with this at any student-owned advertising agency. ”

Lao Feng didn't wait for Wu Wen's self-criticism to change the topic: "Since you don't regard yourself as a student, I will also be a brother and say a few words to you." ”

Wu Wending was a little panicked.

Lao Feng lit another cigarette: "I fell in love once in college, ran downstairs to her house in Chengdu, stood stupidly all night, and came back by car the next morning, sitting in the classroom and still not knowing what I had done......"

Wu Wending heard the high-level secret history, and he was even more frightened.

Lao Feng said: "This is what I want to tell you, it is normal, a precious memory that a man should experience and is worth experiencing." I don't even remember her now, it's more like a vague symbol. ”

"Then, you can mark this memory, a sign of your maturity, and look at what messy things you have done in the attached middle school?" Even the director of the Chinese painting department knows about Wu Wending's bullshit, and he is still expelled from the school probation.

In Wu Wending's memory, it was the first elder to tell him about being a human being. He was not moved to tears at the time, just a little dazed, and then got up and bowed and said thank you for leaving, Lao Feng should have never happened, and if there was work, he called the students to find him, and he didn't mind if he was alive or dead.

Lao Feng saw him light a cigarette before saying, "I have a friend who introduced an advertising agency and asked for a designer, if you want to go, just call this." "Hand over a business card.

Wu Wending accepted it and said, "This time there are a lot of things, I can't do it at your house, maybe the time is slower." "Now no student buys his own computer, 8M memory is 1,002, Wu Wending only has an optical drive.

Lao Feng squinted at him: "Very well-informed......" His voice was elongated and official.

Wu Wending was wronged: "What news? I don't mean to mention conditions? I promise that it will be completed around the tenth and you will see it for revision." ”

Old Feng burst out with laughter: "It's going to cover up, there's no need to continue, there is only one graduate of the computer department of Wuhan University who comes to be a teacher in the newly established computer classroom, and you go to him to borrow a computer after the start of school, and ask him to call my office to confirm." ”

Wu Wen must be snowing in June, who called yourself a bad reputation?

After that, Wu Wending mainly worked on these designs, and during this period, he also went to three teachers' homes to play with computers, until the school started in a middle school.

The counselor called to the dormitory and called Wu Wending to arrange someone to clean the classroom, Wu Wending found a broom and rag and did it himself, and by the way he went to the department office to get the class schedule, pasted it next to the blackboard and went back, the first professional class was Chen Kangjian's oil painting, which took a month and a half.

Lao Chen's course is very simple, two things, according to his own sketches of sketching, painted not less than one meter by one meter of oil paintings, in addition, everyone goes to the street to take pictures, take pictures of the inexplicable fragmented reflection combination on the glass curtain wall of the building, come back to paint an oil painting of not less than one meter by one meter, he will come over from time to time every day to see, guide, do not take attendance, only inspect the goods, and it is your own business to get guidance behind closed doors in the rental house.

After finishing class in a few words, he called Wu Wending to go with him, it was less than fifteen minutes, and the salary was really easy to earn.

It's different from talking to Wu Wending, in fact, Lao Chen is a very honest painter, and he has always been very diligent in painting, but he has never won any awards, and his works have never been auctioned at any high prices. At the beginning of the year, one of his college classmates auctioned an oil painting in Hong Kong that cost more than 5 million, and after careful consideration, he felt that it was still the same as when he was in college, and he was not as good as he painted, so he had to change!

This is what Wu Wending meant, he wanted to add the computer element to his creation, so he bought the best computer and put it in the studio, but he didn't know what to do.

After listening to Lao Chen's story, Wu Wending didn't know where to start, so he offered to let him stay in the studio for a day to see Lao Chen's paintings.

Lao Chen agreed with a smile, and then said that he would eat hot pot tonight. This one's mouth is so big!

The studio is relatively spacious sixty or seventy square meters, full of Lao Chen's works and blank oil painting frames, all of which are large-scale works of more than two meters on one side, which is his hobby.

The first result of wandering around was that Wu Wending found two blank frames of about 1.21.5 meters and said that he wanted to use them for himself.

Lao Chen was reluctant: "What else do you paint, waste, 98 points are too high, 92 is okay?"

Wu Wending smiled and said yes. And go on and around.

Some of the large paintings are also hung on the carriage and can be pulled out, so that they can be displayed when the dealer comes to select the paintings. Wu Wending pulled around by himself to see, and asked Lao Chen if he didn't understand. Lao Chen himself returned to the easel and painted a huge lama's face, answering all questions.

There are really not many things that Lao Chen can't understand, basically they are all super realistic style, and it's big, and the impact is still there, but it's outdated, and it was popular ten years ago.

Wu Wending came back and turned on the computer to open the PS, and saw that many works had been scanned and put in a folder, and Lao Chen said that the company with the computer specially scanned the photos for him, and provided free services for artists.

Wu Wending opened a random study, but he couldn't find a reason, he didn't have any art cells, and Tuyi Nyima didn't have either, and he only had gold and silver exchange ratios in his head, let alone art cells.

The mouse was shaking on it, and he unconsciously dragged the nose of the person on the screen to his ears with a dragging tool, and his eyes dragged to his chin, and he heard Lao Chen roar angrily: "Okay!"

Turning his face to see that Lao Chen's face was so red that he seemed to have drunk half a catty of wine, Wu Wending laughed: "Then it's very simple, just distort your materials first and then draw them, there are filters, it's simple, I'll teach you." Lao Chen didn't do it, saying that he couldn't get used to the mouse.

It is said that it is simple, but the artist is difficult to fathom, and the request of the chicken woman is twisted like this and that, and it took a few hours to be a little satisfied.

Wu Wending began to sell his simplistic theory: "Mr. Chen, I have an idea, see if you can use it." ”

Lao Chen is still in the excitement period: "Shout Lao Chen, you say." ”

Wu Wending said tentatively: "Actually, I see that those painters who shoot well, basically all of their works have a unique style. ”

Lao Chen's neck twisted: "Of course, which one of them can become a corner doesn't have his own style?"

Wu Wending let go: "You are going to start twisting, and it is also a style, but I think there is still a characteristic in those styles." ”

Lao Chen looked at it differently: "Tell me?" This is the good point of the art academy, when discussing art, there is no first place, the teacher rarely puts old qualifications, listen more to the students' fresh ideas, maybe they can explore a new way.

Wu Wending said: "Symbolization, you look at the person, the protagonist of each painting is the same face, both men and women are the same, and there is the one who has an inexplicable broken jar in each painting, and the comment is that it implies the loss of virginity...... Do you also fix the style of this twist, a twist set of a hundred scenes, as long as you see this twist in the future, you will know that it is you. "God knows, Wu Wending just wants his workload to be lower, and every time he directly puts the template on it, it will be over, otherwise he will not kill people by grinding and chirping every time.

Lao Chen Ru drank another half a catty of wine: "Good idea!" patted his shoulder, hugged his shoulder, and came: "Eat Huangjiaolou tonight!"

In the end, he didn't eat it, Lao Chen was too excited, Wu Wending was afraid that he would have a cerebral hemorrhage, so he poured cold water on it early, saying that he seemed to have heard of this practice, and others didn't see success, Lao Chen calmed down a little, but felt that it was unsubstantial. Wu Wending made an excuse and slipped away when he had something. Lunch was missed.

It was afternoon when I returned to the classroom, and some of the students quickly arranged the frames and easels, and those who did not have frames brought things and painting tools to occupy a favorable position. After all, the lighting in a classroom is still different, and the door is easier to be disturbed than in front of the window.

As far as Wu Wending was empty-handed, how eye-catching, Tao Yaling couldn't help it: "You rented a studio?" The long yellow dress she wore today, beige sandals with straps at her ankles, and a small silver chain there, even the most honest students of the Academy of Fine Arts are a bit of an alternative factor. The hair is tied together with a ribbon, brushed with a little bangs on the front, and one side of a pine ear stone stud earring, this time the harvest. The overall effect is very feeling, refreshing and playful, and the scenery is that the two sleeves are full of oil paint on the short-sleeved arms, which are more and more lined with white arms.

This reason is good, Wu Wending nodded vigorously while looking at it: "Lao Chen has painted this kind of big painting in those few tricks, I will paint it myself, be free." ”

Tao Yaling understood: "Then you clean up, don't sleep over there, smoke less, don't make it like a garbage recycling station like Zhang Feng, I'll check it in two days." ”

That's a lie!