Zhong Yue rejected the invitation of a group of calligraphy professors, and if the news spread, it would probably surprise the Huamei students. You know, these calligraphy professors rarely take students, they basically put their names in school, and usually occasionally come over to give a lecture or something. If it weren't for the fact that Zhong Yue was coming to Huamei, how could they all appear on Huamei's campus.

However, Zhong Yue's plan has been decided, and it is a very difficult road to use books as paintings. On this road, Wen Zhengming and Jin Nong are giants on this road, so Zhong Yue is also fascinated. When he came into contact with Gongbi landscape painting before, Zhong Yue had already had some contact, but at that time, the brushwork was not refined, and the gods and men had not yet succeeded, so it was only the tip of the iceberg.

The phone rang.

It was another unfamiliar number, and Zhong Yue picked up the phone.

"Hello, who?"

"Cao Danqing, I came to visit. ”

Zhong Yue was stunned for a moment, looked out of the window, was blocked by the rockery, and said, "Are you outside the study?"

"I came by subway with you, what do you say?"

......Zhong Yue was a little flattered and walked downstairs to the ground.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw an old man wearing a Chinese-style cardigan and a pair of fat-legged pants, carrying a bag of oranges.

"You are ......"

"Anyway, I'm Cao Danqing. ”

"What are you doing here?"

Cao Danqing glanced at it, "I bought some oranges together, and you let me stand outside?"

Zhong Yue smiled: "Then you can't just come in with oranges, right?"

"Yes. It is estimated that there are not a few hundred people in Shanghai who can afford your study, and even if you have money, you can't get it. I'm a painter. ”

Zhong Yue thought back in his mind, as if there was no Cao Danqing in the Chinese painting world in Shanghai.

"Please. The old gentleman is an oil painter?"

This study is really good, I came to the club when it was first built, and the study like this in Shanghai has long been demolished and cleaned, and it has become a scenic spot, and it is impossible to live. The old man said that he was sending oranges, but before he reached the hall, he had already peeled the oranges himself.

"Eh, do you want it?"

Zhong Yue took half an orange and said, "Then you are painting Chinese painting and teaching in Huamei?"

"Retired, come to the school today. ”

Zhong Yue said, "Then you came with me......?" I didn't do anything bad, did I?"

Cao Danqing shook his head and said, "No." A few days ago, I saw you in Kaihong Xuan, looked at the statue, and then followed. You're the only one living here?"

"yes. ”

Cao Danqing sat in the pavilion and said, "I won't go in, it's good here." It's a bit of a luxury to live alone in such a big place. ”

"Be quiet. ”

"You're here to learn calligraphy, you don't have to go, you can't learn anything. ”

Zhong Yue brought a cup of tea, put it in front of Cao Danqing, and said, "If you don't know, you still think that Mr. Cao is from another school." ”

"I'm for your good. ”

"I'm here to learn Chinese painting. ”

Cao Danqing ate the orange petal and said, "Chinese painting, do you want to paint Chinese painting?"

"yes, a little bit of a fine brushwork. ”

"That's right, you have paint or something here, show my hand and I'll take a look, if it's still a little bit like it, I'll reluctantly teach you." ”

Zhong Yue said: "You are all retired......

"What's wrong with retirement? Retirement is at the end of your age. If I don't retire, I can't stand eating the country's white grain. ”

"And you're still in school?"

Cao Danqing said: "It's just to go over occasionally to see, to communicate, after all, now that I'm old, it's a chore to take students, we are craftsmen, and it's not Lingqing who can talk about it, sometimes I sit in the studio and paint for half a day, and my body can't bear it." ”

"There's no paint here, but there's ink. Zhong Yue tossed through the suitcase, took out a piece of rice paper from the leather case, and walked to the cultivation hall.

Half-ringing, he came out again and said, "It's here here, and it saves me any more trouble." ”

Cao Danqing threw away the orange peel and said with a smile: "It looks like you just came?"

"yes, just moved in. ”

"Hey, rich kid. ”

"No money, no money......," Zhong Yue said. He has more than 100,000 yuan on hand, and he can survive by making it aby, but if he has money, it is estimated that he can't even afford a bathroom in Shanghai.

"Your study, if it is auctioned, it will be about 200 million. ”

"Ahem, it's so expensive!" Zhong Yue almost choked on his throat with a mouthful of water.

Cao Danqing said comfortably: "Otherwise, what do you think? How did you get it? I remember that the club was closed at the beginning, and then it seemed to change hands." If it's inconvenient to say, I won't ask. ”

Zhong Yue smiled, more things are better than less things. He picked up a small cigarette, just had some questions and wanted to ask, and was ready to put pen to paper. Cao Danqing was stunned for a moment and asked, "You don't make a base map?"

"Isn't that just about to fight? ”

"Sketching with a brush?"

Zhong Yue saw Cao Danqing's shocked look and said, "Otherwise?"

The oranges were scattered all over the ground, "You apprentice, I'll take it!"

……

……

In the principal's room, more than a dozen old professors were huddled together, and Kang Min couldn't laugh or cry when he saw it.

"Principal, Zhong Yue is from the calligraphy department. ”

"Why? The Chinese painting major that people choose by themselves, what are you worried about in the calligraphy department?" Several gorgeous Chinese painting professors originally wanted to see this genius, but they were good at calligraphy, but by the rumors, Zhong Yue actually signed up for the Chinese painting class, which was very lively.

A tug-of-war for the source of life began.

"We have to be accountable to our students. Zhong Yue has no foundation in painting, so going to a Chinese painting class is not a waste of talents. President Kang, such a good seedling, we have to seriously study and consider. Leave it to me, and I promise that in five years, as long as it takes five years, the Chinese book world will inevitably be the leader of Zhong Yue in the future. ”

"Come on, Martha. What are you fooling a seal carver about?"

Professor Ma frowned and said, "What do you know? Zhong Yue's strength is completely capable of engaging in seal studies. ”

"Learn well. ”

"Stele learning is king!"

Kang Min stood up, "Everyone, be quiet. I understand that everyone loves and loves talents, and it was with this mentality that I was transferred from Zhong Yue, the general of Hui. Everyone also understands that such a genius is already a little talented, and if everyone adds fuel to the fire like this, it will be fierce and easy to break. I asked Zhong Yue what he meant, so I respected his choice and transferred to the major of Chinese painting. ”

"Humph!"

The professors of the Chinese painting department on one side showed smug smiles.

Fight, fight. People have long been ours.

Several old professors of the calligraphy department looked dejected, looked at the "sworn enemies" who got carried away, and said: "There is only one person, there are so many of you, and it is not enough for you to divide it!"

At this point, several old men from the Chinese painting department who were originally happy were stunned.

Kang Min saw several old professors of the Chinese painting department who were about to "fight" again, glanced at the phone call on the table, and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, everyone, Zhong Yue is calling." ”

"Hurry up! Is this kid up to the idea? I said, it must be a clerical error!"

"Yes, yes, yes, there must have been a clerical error. ”

The person from the Chinese Painting Department smiled: "I think too much." ”

"Hey, Zhong Yue...... Uh-huh, okay, that's it...... Okay, I see. ”

Professor Liu stood up a little anxiously, "How is it?"

He chose the Department of Chinese Painting. ”

"Haha. ”

"Haha, Lao Liu, let's die now. ”

Kang Min looked at Professor Hong, who was smiling happily, and said with some distress: "He chose Professor Cao from the Department of Chinese Painting as his tutor, and now he is communicating with Professor Cao." ”

There was silence in the meeting room......