Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Portrait of Miss Sisi

"Hmph, I knew you weren't really getting better. I still like these inconsistencies. If you're like this, how can you draw well! Xu Qichang glared at Xu Hong, his eyes still full of anger.

"Dad, what do you say! What's not to say! Isn't it just to draw a beautiful woman! What's there? In the Academy of Fine Arts, there is also a class for drawing ** female models! According to what you say, the students of the Academy of Fine Arts are not good people anymore. ”

Xu Hong was also very angry, thinking that he was painting well! I really don't know what Dad is messing with!

"Draw a beautiful woman, why do you want to draw a beautiful woman! What a beautiful steed you drawn! How good, what a beautiful woman to draw! Didn't you say that the little vixen was fascinated! ”

Xu Qichang has high expectations for his son, so he doesn't want to see his son don't work hard to paint and think about other things.

In fact, even Xu Qichang himself didn't realize that he had subconsciously put all the hope of repaying the huge amount of money in his family on Xu Hong's shoulders.

"Dad, you are not allowed to insult the girl I like. I just like her, what's the matter. I'm a painter, she's a writer, and we're kindred spirits! Xu Hong saw that his father was a little unreasonable, and he deliberately said something that made his father angry.

"You--- you --- stinky boy, you're deliberately angry with me. Okay, I'll let you draw, I'll let you draw. Xu Qichang was excited for a while, and picked up the sketch sketch that Xu Hong had just drawn, "Snort! In one fell swoop, it was torn in half.

"Dad, why are you tearing up my paintings! How do you do this. Xu Hong saw that his father tore the bottom of his hard work, and he was very angry, and he was going to take the painting from his father's hand in the past!

The two of them quarreled in the house because of this painting.

Zheng Chunling, who was still cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen, heard the movement in her son's house and hurriedly ran over.

"Son, Qichang, what are you doing here!"

Zheng Chunling hurriedly went over and pulled Xu Hong and Xu Qichang apart.

"Mom, what do you say Dad is going on! I just drew a beautiful woman, why is he so angry! I'm going to tear my painting up! ”

Xu Hong saw that his mother was coming, so he naturally reasoned in front of his mother.

"Qichang, why are you tearing up your son's painting!" Zheng Chunling listened to her son's words and looked at her husband a little angrily.

"Wife! Look what your son is drawing! Xu Qichang said, handing the painting that had been halved to Zheng Chunling.

Zheng Chunling curiously took a look at the painting that was already two halves.

"Qichang! Isn't my son just painting a beautiful woman! Are you so angry! Zheng Chunling saw that her son was painting a beautiful young girl wearing a cheongsam, and there was nothing else low-level and interesting, so she didn't understand why her husband was angry with her son!

"Wife, do you know who he draws! This is what he told us, the girl he met! I said that he is sick with lovesickness, you still don't believe it, now you believe it! Xu Qichang looked at his wife confidently and said.

"Mom, I'm a painter, and when a painter creates art, he needs a model in reality, just like the stories written by writers, many of which are also real things that happen in reality! I met a beautiful girl today and then used her as a model and wanted to paint an oil painting, so what's the matter. ”

Xu Hong said his thoughts in front of his mother.

Of course, what he said is reasonable, the so-called artistic creation is inseparable from life. Many of the characters in the artist's works are modeled after real people in reality.

"Yes! Qichang! My son is a painter, and he's creating! If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. "Zheng Chunling is a primary school teacher, and she knows more about art than Xu Qichang.

"Okay, okay, I don't understand, you know, your son is yours, you take care of it, I don't care." Xu Qichang also had a big temper, and when he saw his wife facing his son, he didn't say anything, but turned around, left Xu Hong's room, and went to the living room to smoke a cigarette.

"Son, are you really drawing the girl you saw!" Zheng Chunling also asked curiously. "Mom, I'm drawing that girl, but I'm just using her as a model! Nothing else was thought of at all. Xu Hong looked at his mother and said.

"Okay, son, you can draw as you want. Mom supports you, you don't care about your dad, he is that virtue. ”

Zheng Chunling comforted her son a few more words, and then came out of Xu Hong's room and came to the living room.

Xu Qichang saw his wife coming over, he didn't say anything, just lowered his head and smoked!

"Qichang! I know you hate iron and steel, but my son is a painter, and we don't care what he wants to paint! As long as he can become famous and become a great painter, it will be the creation of your old Xu family! "Zheng Chunling is still persuading her husband!

"Chunling! It's because I want my son to become a talent so much! That's why I'm angry with him! Now that I think about it, it was my fault, and I will apologize to my son later. ”

Xu Qichang is actually a reasonable person, but sometimes when his temper comes up, he will do some radical things.

"Qichang! I know you're under a lot of pressure, but you can't just put all the pressure on your son's shoulders because of this! He's only in his early twenties, and he's a kid! He loves to draw, and that's a great thing! We need to support him a lot in the future! Don't blame him, otherwise, it will make him tired of drawing! In that case, your dreams, my dreams, and our family's dreams will come to naught. ”

Zheng Chunling is a primary school teacher who has a knack for persuading others. Her words of emotion and reason made Xu Qichang realize his mistake and nod his head constantly.

Besides, after Xu Hong saw his parents leave, he put his father's torn painting back on the table again.

"My heart's work! Let my dad ruin it like this! Xu Hong looked at his paintings, feeling a little sad in his heart, feeling how could his father be such an unreasonable person.

"Since it's ruined, let's just paint another one! Since I like Wen Sisi, let's follow her and create a new painting! ”

This painting that made Xu Qichang tear up made Xu Hong have a new idea.

"Yes, I'm going to paint a new picture, not 'Portrait of Miss Jenny', but 'Portrait of Miss Sisi'. Wouldn't it be better that way, this is your own original work!

Xu Hong thought of such an idea, and his heart was immediately happy, and he was no longer angry at his father's recklessness.