Teacher Zhang San also found Shen Fu and went out to ask him to come in and sit down.

"No, no, a layman, I can't stand this artistic atmosphere." Shen Fu waved his hand.

Zhang San was bald, not bald, purely for coolness, he touched his smooth head and laughed, "Damn, you won't be reacting!" ”

"No, no, that aunt is in her fifties~" Shen Fu said embarrassedly, "It's just not suitable for a person without clothes, and a group of people wearing clothes." ”

Zhang San closed the door, "Is it more accustomed to the other way around?" ”

"Oh, that's ...... No, never! Shen Fu was almost taken into the ditch by him.

Zhang San frolicked with him and asked him to go to the office and wait, "I'll have lunch with you after class." ”

"Okay, I'll see what good things you have in your office, and I'll take them with you~"

It's also strange to say, their brothers, only Shen Fu went to the Normal University, but he didn't become a teacher, and the other two started their careers of teaching and educating people.

Don't look at Zhang San so young, but the office is not small, and the decoration is all according to his own heart, entering it, making people feel as if falling into a dream, Shen Fu will stare at a certain painting and fall into meditation.

Mr. Zhang San has not been in the company for a long time, and now he teaches the basics of painting, only one or two classes a week, which is very relaxed, and his main focus is still on visual arts.

However, he can also control both oil painting and Chinese painting, and Shen Fuyao's cover is Chinese ink painting.

As soon as Shen Fu came in, he found the original version of his cover, which was sealed in a frame, all of which were processed, and he could hang it in the study when he turned around.

I didn't know how many books I could publish, so I only drew two.

Zhang San is also chasing Shen Fu's novel, and when the time comes, he will draw the cover according to the follow-up plot, which is definitely in line with the artistic conception.

He was about to see what new works the third brother had recently, when someone knocked on the door and came in, it was a very energetic black-haired old man.

Shen Fu recognized him, it turned out to be Zhang San's grandfather, Mr. Li, and Li Er, a leading figure in the contemporary painting world.

is also in the digital department, and Li Er is much more educated than Zhang San.

"Old man, are you looking for Zhang San?" Shen Fu hurriedly greeted him.

"Xiao Shen, I'll come to the school to do some errands, and by the way, come over and take a look, your dad is still in good health."

"Well, it's good, I can ride a horse and catch rabbits."

"Be old and strong!" Mr. Li praised it and glanced at it, "Zhang San is not here?" ”

"Oh, it's class, it should be almost over, or you sit down and wait." Shen Fu said a little stiffly.

Mr. Li looked at the time, "His uncle is about to get out of school and has to pick up the children, so I won't wait, you can talk to him when you see him, and you have time to bring your girlfriend to sit at home." ”

"Yes, yes, definitely." Shen Fu thought in his heart, I have an uncle who goes to kindergarten, and I don't want to go home.

"Eh, this is his new work?" Mr. Li saw two ink paintings on the table.

"Oh, this is the cover of the novel that the third brother drew for me, I'll come and take it out."

Mr. Li specializes in Chinese painting, and nodded, "The painting is good, there should be a title on the cover?" What is it called? ”

"An immortal through the ages, the third brother said that his calligraphy is average, and he will help me find a calligrapher when I go back."

"Yes, it's really ugly, so let me do it, in this way, I'll find you a calligrapher to design it."

"Ah, this, this is not appropriate~" Shen Fu felt that with the complicated relationship between Zhang San and Li Er, he was afraid that the third brother would be unhappy.

"Don't worry, you will receive the money."

Shen Fu was really relieved, hurriedly thanked him, and sent the person out to see that there were still two school leaders waiting outside, this old man Li's status was really transcendent.

Speaking of which, Zhang Sanneng taught at CAFA at a young age, in addition to his outstanding ability, he may owe more to this grandfather, and even the third brother admits this.

Although his father did not touch the light of the old man, he did rely on the identity of Li Er's only grandson to rise in the art circle.

Here it is necessary to mention the relationship between Zhang San and Li Er.

Mr. Li is a native of Beijing, and when he was young, he used to cut the queue in Shen Fu's hometown, when Shen Fu and his father Shen Aotian were still half a child.

Later, Li Er fell in love with Zhang San's grandmother, but it is unknown whether Li Er paid sincerely.

Soon, Li Er, who was full of artistic talent, returned to the city, and then Grandma Zhang was pregnant, at that time, she could only hide and lie that she was her brother and sister-in-law's child, and it didn't take long for Grandma Zhang to die of depression.

After more than 30 years, Zhang San was able to make soy sauce, and suddenly a grandfather fell from the capital, and he even had to accompany the city palm, obviously a big man.

After the handsome old man was widowed, he returned to the place where he had fought, and when he was drinking with his old friend Shen Aotian, he unexpectedly learned that he had a son, and his son also gave birth to a grandson!

Mr. Li expressed his innocence on the grounds that he did not know that Grandma Zhang was pregnant and was sent abroad to study after returning to Beijing, and after long-term unremitting efforts, he finally won his son's understanding.

But Uncle Zhang has a rod and scale in his heart, if he really hasn't forgotten his mother, why did he take a foreign daughter-in-law abroad and give birth to two mixed-race daughters.

Now that I want to recognize myself, it is probably for the sake of passing on the ancestry, after all, the old man was such a son at that time.

But for the sake of his son Zhang San, Uncle Zhang still pinched his nose and recognized this family business, but he did not go back to the capital with the old man to enjoy a rich material life, and still chose to be an ordinary art teacher in his hometown.

Of course, with this Beijing relative, there are many benefits.

Shen Fu admitted that he and Zhu Teng were willing to make friends with the sullen Zhang San back then, mainly because they were hungry for foreign snacks that his family could never eat, as well as various toys that he had never seen before, and household appliances that were always at the forefront of fashion, all of which his grandfather brought from the capital or abroad.

Mr. Li single-handedly let the three rural children spend a childhood at least the middle class of the United States.

Zhang San embarked on the road of art, mainly because of his own love and his father's guidance, but to have today's achievements, Mr. Li has contributed the most.

Art is a very subjective thing, there is no unified standard, so the person who has the right to speak can decide whether you can or not, Li Er is the big man who has the right to speak in the domestic art circle.

Their line of work is deeper than the online literature circle, and sometimes they can sell millions of dollars by painting a black piece vertically, and they dare to ask for tens of millions of dollars if they scatter a white dot.

At least there is a standard of subscription for online articles, boutique is boutique, 10,000 orders are 10,000 orders, hitting the street is hitting the street, and you can see it at a glance.

After another ten minutes, Zhang San came back, and Shen Fu immediately said, "Your grandfather just came, accompanied by the leader, praised your painting, and said that the calligrapher who introduced me to the inscription, collected the money, and finally left first in a hurry to pick up the child." ”

Zhang San smiled, "Your ability to count water words is not good, you can at least two chapters of water in that paragraph just now, you can summarize it in one sentence?" ”

"Conscientious writers, don't mix with water!"

The two hooked their shoulders and walked out of the school, ate first, and just sat down, Xiaodie's phone called.

No, it should be Bai Shengnan.

"What's wrong, wife?"

"I'm not your wife, I'm your Uncle Guo!" On the opposite side is a familiar and greasy voice~