"That's what our teacher is talking about?"

"Yes, it's him, the tall, skinny guy who looks like a bamboo pole. It's called Chu Feng, just like us, this year's college entrance examination. I don't know what the teacher values him, but he said that he will definitely be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, but we can't. ”

"What's the use of what the teacher says, he's not an examiner, can he pass the test and really be useful as he says?"

"That's what I said, but it's really uncomfortable to watch him show off his power in front of him every day!"

"It's just a little limelight at the art exhibition, you just don't see it."

"I'm not balanced, we've been learning to paint since we were kids, and we've been practicing for so many years. Why is it so hard to get a compliment......"

At this time, Chu Feng was packing up the paintings for the exhibition.

The two people didn't deliberately lower their volume when they spoke, so the content of the conversation reached Chu Feng's ears.

Chu Feng carefully put away his ink plum picture in front of him, put it back in the painting folder, and thought that he should pay for his painting to be framed, so as to live up to the teacher's praise for him. It's just the money for the frame, where can I find it......

Touched the only ten yuan left in his trouser pocket, and felt the empty stomach again, this feeling of breeze on his sleeves, Chu Feng was already very familiar with it.

He is not completely without money, and there are still more than 10,000 points of deposit in the bank, which is the pocket money he has saved over the years. He had already inquired about the art academy he wanted to be admitted to, and the tuition fee for a year was fifteen thousand.

If you really pass the exam, you can work more and earn the remaining 5,000 yuan during the vacation after the exam.

It is impossible to apply for a student loan, although in his life, the role of his parents has never played a role, but the income of both of them is very good, Chu Feng has no conditions to apply for a loan, so he can only save money secretly.

Of course, for Chu Feng, saving money is not a painful thing, teaching children stick figures and sketches, although it doesn't earn much, but there is also a bit of interest in it.

Chu Feng's parents divorced when he was twelve years old, and then they started their own families and had their own children. Although Chu Feng was awarded to his father, his father didn't care much about him, but just gave him some pocket expenses every month, and his mother did the same.

There was a place to live, an old house near the high school, which belonged to my mother. My mother said that she would sell the house after the college entrance examination, and then ......

If you are really admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, it is good to say, there is no problem with your own dormitory. If you don't get in, you will face the problem of repeating or changing your major......

Although Chu Feng is not very old, he knows that painting is something he wants to do for the rest of his life, and he will not give up easily.

"Forget it. It's useless to think about this now, just take it one step at a time! Chu Feng thought like this, and after packing up his paintings, he also packed up the chairs, stools, and things of the entire art exhibition, and then prepared to leave.

Although it is an art exhibition, all the paintings on display are students' paintings, and the specifications are not high, and Chu Feng's Hanmei picture can naturally easily come out on top here.

As for being jealous of other people, this was already something Chu Feng was used to. After all, "the wood show will be destroyed by the forest wind", since ancient times, there is no need to complain.

Other people's opinions are meaningless to Chu Feng.

But the teacher's view is different...... Although the head of the art department of the school is not very old, he is a graduate student who graduated from the highest academy of fine arts in China, and his aesthetic ability is naturally there. He said that Chu Feng would definitely be able to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, although Chu Feng knew that it was just a kind of beautiful words, but in his ears, it also made him feel warm and a little happy in his heart.

He has been painting since elementary school, and he has not met too powerful famous teachers, and many things have been figured out by himself in private. On the contrary, after going to high school, the teacher at the school gave him some advice, which made Chu Feng very moved, so he would help the teacher in the field he could every time.

The exhibition is one of the little things. Although it was just a school art exhibition, it was not particularly easy to organize. Chu Feng participated in the previous organization and arrangement, as well as the cleaning and organization afterwards, so he didn't have much time to sleep these days, and after cleaning up the exhibition classroom at this time, he couldn't help but yawn deeply.

At this time, the other students who participated in the exhibition had already left with their own calligraphy and paintings, and the entire classroom was empty, leaving only Chu Feng alone.

Scanning the classroom, when Chu Feng stepped forward to close the window, he heard the sound of the door opening behind him.

"Chu Feng, is it just you? I asked Cheng Zihao and a few of them to help clean up, and they all left? ”

Chu Feng looked back, and sure enough, he was kind to his teacher, so he smiled, and said casually while closing the window: "They have some things, and they almost left after cleaning up, and I will stay to finish up the aftermath." ”

Of course, the teacher understood that Chu Feng was lying, but this kind of lying made him unable to get angry, so he stood there and looked at Chu Feng's back with the window closed, and looked at the faintly thin body under the school uniform when the young man raised his right arm, and couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart.

"Tomorrow the museum will have a national touring exhibition, which includes Fan Kuan's "Sitting Alone in the Stream". Although this painting is not as famous as "Traveling in Streams and Mountains", it has an extraordinary charm and is not worse than "Streams and Mountains". There is a style and bones in your paintings, but the charm of the pen is not full enough, "Sitting Alone in the Stream" is very suitable for you to carefully study and copy. The teacher said, "I heard that we will be exhibiting here for three days and will leave, and I will go to see it tomorrow morning, so if you have time, you can go together." ”

Chu Feng had vaguely heard the news from the news a long time ago, but it was just an art matter, and the media was not particularly concerned, and there were few reports on the details of the tour.

Chu Feng was thinking about it before, and he wanted to take the time to go to the museum to ask carefully, but he didn't expect his teacher to bring this good news, and he was pleasantly surprised: "That's great!" If the teacher helps me give me some more advice, I am also lucky for my third life! ”

The teacher was amused by Chu Feng's "three lives are lucky", and said with a smile: "How did you learn to flamboyate your tongue?" If it is really fortunate to have three lives, people like us should live in the era of Xuanhe in the Northern Song Dynasty, if we get an official and a half-job in the Xuanhe Painting Academy of Song Huizong, tsk, you can paint every day, you can make money to earn, and you can be an official, and you can make friends with literati and scholars every day, hey! What a pleasure it must be! ”

Chu Feng looked at the sour breath on the teacher's body again, and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Isn't Song Huizong the king of the dead country?" I learned in history class, and at that time, Jin Bing went south or something, and the society should have been very turbulent. What's so good about living in those turbulent times? ”

The teacher rolled his eyes: "How did you learn this history?" It's just that the Northern Song Dynasty has become the Southern Song Dynasty, and moving the capital south is not considered a dead country. Besides, aren't the Jurchens also part of the Chinese nation today? Divide what you and I belong to each other. If there is turmoil, run to the south, at least you can hide from the peace of the first life, and that will be enough. ”

"Teacher, your argument is not good, it is quite like Louis XV's sentence 'After I die, who cares about the flood'." Chu Feng said with a smile.

The teacher laughed, no longer laughing with Chu Feng, but only cleaned up the mess in the classroom with him, locked the classroom door, raised his hand and rubbed Chu Feng's head: "Thank you today, are you hungry?" As a thank you, the teacher will invite you to dinner! ”

Chu Feng's nose was slightly sour when he heard this. The teacher knows the general situation of his home, so he always invites himself to eat when he has nothing to do and improve the food.

It's not that he didn't refuse, but the teacher is always stubborn in this kind of thing every time, even if Chu Feng wanted to try to fight, he was eventually carried to the restaurant by the teacher, and the struggle became useless.

"Eat!" Chu Feng smiled and said, "I want to eat noodles, Chongqing noodles, please don't invite the teacher?" ”

The teacher was slightly stunned, but he immediately understood in his heart that this child wanted to save money for himself, and his heart couldn't help but feel sour.

"Okay! Listen to you. The teacher rubbed Chu Feng's head, "But I asked your wife to stew chicken soup for you, and go to my house to drink it after eating, or do you pack it and take it home?" ”

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It is said that this old man lived in seclusion in the area of Zhongnan and Taihua, and liked to observe in the mountains and rivers, and often looked at the mountains for a whole day. It is precisely this kind of observation that finally turns into the elegance of the brush, and this kind of cloudy and turbulent flavor is not something that ordinary people can paint. ”

The teacher looked at Chu Feng, who was copying, and pointed: "The smoke and dust are ethereal things, and it is really difficult to turn them into entities. You see that the color here is obviously heavier, and once it is heavy, the smoke will seem heavy. It's not like a mist in the mountains and forests, it's like a ......."

"Haze?" Chu Feng answered with a smile, "The ancients are really good, living in the mountains and rivers is a lifetime, and there are no things like haze that disappoint the fun." ”

The teacher also smiled: "So it's very important to collect style, before you really take the art exam, you also take a walk and take a look in the mountains and rivers near our city." The difference between a painter and a painter is really just a pair of eyes. Although the scenery is the same, what everyone sees is different after all. ”

"Yes. Thank you, teacher. Chu Feng smiled, he followed the teacher's meaning, changed the color again, continued to sit on the small maza a little pitifully, and approached the copy of "Linliu Sitting Alone".

Even if such authentic works spanning the past and the present are sent to the exhibition, there are still not too many people in the museum. The teacher said to Chu Feng and got up to look for the bathroom. Chu Feng focused on the landscape, and vaguely agreed, and the pen did not stop, and a pair of eyes almost sucked on the "Linliu Sitting Alone".

He looked carefully at a row of huts in the lower left corner of "Sitting Alone", and saw a figure in action.

Chu Feng raised his hand in disbelief and rubbed his eyes, and when he looked closely, he found that the figure was originally beckoning to him.

Almost stunned, Chu Feng slowly stretched out his hand, and the moment his left hand touched the glass of the "Linliu Sitting Alone" on the table, he heard a thunder in his ears, and the whole person fainted.

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