When the chairman was equal to Yong, he asked people to investigate Jiang Xinran's matter.

I learned that Jiang Xinran's painting style is not only realistic painting, but also the type he is good at is the same as Yu Yong's, which is flower and bird painting.

There is a specialization in the art industry, and the style and content of Jiang Xinran's painting are too different from the old man of the dead wood, so when he saw Jiang Xinran, the president was not so excited.

As he spoke, he slowly unfolded the picture of the old man with a dead wood.

Yu Yong looked at this picture intently, he was still thinking about how the president would meet Jiang Xinran, but when he saw this picture of the old man with dead wood, he finally understood why the chairman called someone.

He has a high attainment in Chinese painting, although he will not grow great, but he can also identify the aura and good or bad of a painting, this picture of a dead wood old man, there are certain flaws in the layout and skills, the person who painted looks impetuous, but the artistic conception has reached a certain level.

It is a painting with great aura.

"I know this box, this painting ......" Yu Yong calmed down, thought for a long time, and then slowly explained: "I don't know, I have another niece, my brother-in-law has always hoped that I can accept her to learn painting, this painting is a ...... he sent over"

Jiang Xinran beside him, from shock to fear, the fingernails hanging on both sides couldn't help but be deeply embedded in his palms.

It wasn't until Yu Yong finished the last sentence that Jiang Xinran breathed a sigh of relief.

Listening to Yu Yong's explanation, the elder frowned slightly, "You mean, this painting was not drawn by your niece, but by your brother-in-law in order to let you take in apprentices?" ”

If this painting is really painted by Meng Fu, a girl who is less than 20 years old, then she has unlimited potential, if it is painted by a master of Chinese painting, it is of little value, these students who are less than 20 years old can still make qualitative progress, but a master of Chinese painting has reached the ceiling, and it is difficult to improve.

"I asked her," Yu Yong had calmed down at this time, and slowly explained to the president, "She has only been learning Chinese painting for a few months, and her learning is messy, it can't be her." ”

What kind of person Meng Fu is, Yu Yong already knows very well.

If she is really accomplished in this area, she will not be in the entertainment industry now.

The chairman listened to Yu Yong's words, bowed slightly, didn't say anything more, and let the two leave.

Yu Yong and Jiang Xinran came with excitement, but a joy was empty.

Yu Yong was also relieved, he didn't plan to have too many expectations, he only turned to Jiang Xinran and said, "You go back with your mother first, and I'll go see them." ”

Yu Zhenling was still anxiously waiting for news from the two outside the door, and when she saw Jiang Xinran coming out, she hurriedly greeted her, her eyes shining: "How is it?" What did the president tell you? ”

Seeing Yu Zhenling, Jiang Xinran opened his mouth, and subconsciously didn't say anything about Meng Fu, "He was mistaken." ”

Here, Meng Fu had already finished eating with Old Man Jiang.

Old Man Jiang wanted to send her back, but Meng Fu refused, she tilted her head and said, "No, my assistant will send me to the training camp later." ”

"Alright then," the old man said, his gaze fell on the car that was driving not far away, "I'll watch you go first." ”

Zhao Fan, Su Cheng, and these people didn't like the Jiang family very much, so Su Cheng parked the car far away from the opposite side and turned on the headlights.

After Meng Fu got into the car, the old man retracted his gaze, he looked at Jiang Quan, and smiled, "Don't look for your daughter-in-law next time you eat." ”

**

Following.

Bootcamp dormitories.

As soon as Chu Yue came out of the dormitory, she saw Meng Fuchen running back, she glanced at Meng Fu, paused, and said, "Meng Fu, Ye Shuning has been strengthening her training in the past few days, why don't you go to class?" ”

She was talking about Lu Haichao's class.

Meng Fu buttoned up the hat of his sweatshirt and went to take a towel to take a bath: "Look at your sister." ”

"Oh." Chu Yue sighed, there were six people in the group, and the others did not have as many opportunities as Ye Shuning, but they all worked hard to train their own performances, just to be less ashamed on the international stage.

She took a mask and put it on herself, took a step, remembered something, turned around, looked at Meng Fu's back, and stopped talking.

Meng Fu didn't reply, and said concisely: "Say." ”

"Just ......" Chu Yue made a straight face, "My sister told you thank you......"

"You're welcome," Meng Fu put the towel on his shoulder, remembering something, "Is she cute?" ”

Speaking of her sister, Chu Yue's rare face showed other looks, "It's okay." ”

"I'll go see your sister when I have time." Meng Fu closed the bathroom door.

Chu Yue stood outside the door and breathed a deep sigh of relief.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Zhao Fan who raised his hand to knock on the door.

Zhao Fan came to talk to Meng Fu about variety shows today, and after she said hello to Chu Yue, she waited for Meng Fu in the dormitory.

Meng Fu was taking a bath, she didn't urge her, she just lowered her head and frowned and flipped the long contract in her hand, ""A Day in the Life of a Star" is just this week, and the topic on Weibo is already building momentum, Che Shao, these two men are okay, you and Sheng Jun will definitely be trampled on." ”

"Best Idol" has just finished broadcasting, Meng Fu has been a hot topic recently, and "A Day in the Life of a Star" obviously doesn't want to miss this popularity.

"The final qualifiers happened to be on the night of the live broadcast," Zhao Fan had a headache, "the time is too tight." ”

As she was talking, a hurried ringing bell rang, Zhao Fan glanced at it, it was Meng Fu's mobile phone on the table, and the call was a string of unknown local numbers, "Phone, local." ”

Zhao Fan raised his head and shouted towards the bathroom.

She has always respected Meng Fu's privacy.

"Take it." Meng Fu's voice faintly came from the bathroom.

Zhao Fan picked it up, it was the phone number of the Painting Association.

Meng Fu came out of the bathroom and saw Zhao Fan sitting on her chair with a thoughtful look.

Meng Fu wore a loose long T-shirt, held a towel in his hand and pressed it on his head, dragged away Chu Yue's stool next door and sat down, his legs slightly up.

"You had dinner with your grandfather last night, did you tell your uncle to hang under his door? The General Painting Association will let you go," Zhao Fan put down the file and was surprised, "If that's the case, then you won't be trampled on too hard this live variety show......"

Last time Yu Zhenling talked about the Painting Association, Zhao Fan wanted Meng Fu to agree.

"Nope." Meng Fu wiped his hair while moving his computer over and turning it on.

"Then why is the Painting Association looking for you?" Zhao Fan opened his mouth.

Meng Fu took a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap with one hand, and said lazily: "Who knows." ”

**

I don't know what the painting association means, but Zhao Fan still urged Meng Fu to go to the painting association.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the existence of the General Painting Association is like the Beijing University in the capital, these are the places where the gods gather.

Some people haven't seen it.

The T City General Painting Association is also a tourist scenery, but the Painting Association, like Beijing University, must have a student ID to enter, so it is also extremely mysterious in the eyes of ordinary people.

Zhao Fan took Meng Fu to the Painting Association, and the people inside confirmed that it was the president who was looking for Meng Fu, and took Meng Fu and Zhao Fan to the president's office very respectfully.

"The head of the Painting Association?" Zhao Fan's complexion changed.

She naturally knows who the president of the painting association is, which is tantamount to her, you are a beggar, and suddenly I heard that the county master wants to see you in person.

The president changed into a cyan long-distance run today.

His hair was slightly white, and his face was obviously gentle, but when Zhao Fan looked at it, there was an indescribable majesty, which made people dare not look him directly into his eyes.

"Sit," the chairman raised his hand towards them, and asked them to take out last night's painting, his eyes swept over Zhao Fan, looked at Meng Fu, and his tone was kind, "I came to you today to ask you, who painted this painting?" ”

As he spoke, the people around him had already raised the painting.

Zhao Fan looked up at the painting that was raised, she was an outsider, and she couldn't see any doorway.

But the painting that the president of the painting association said is definitely not simple.

Zhao Fan tilted his head again and glanced at Meng Fu.

Meng Fu kept looking down at his phone, and when he heard the question, he raised his head without humility or arrogance, glanced at the painting, and said lightly: "I drew it." ”

"Poof-" Zhao Fan, who had been nervous, couldn't help but turn his head to look at Meng Fu.

The bottom of the eyes is incredible.

What did she paint?

Zhao Fan couldn't help but remember that when he signed Meng Fu on the first day, Meng Fu only filled in the information on it.

Now that he said this kind of thing, he was still facing the president of the painting association, if this was spread, Zhao Fan could imagine what kind of black material would be swept across the Internet at that time, and she glanced at Meng Fu.

"You?" The chairman squinted slightly, he looked at Meng Fuqing Lingling's eyes, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Hmm." Meng Fu nodded again, although the painting was not so good-looking, she dared to do it.

The chairman smiled slightly, he asked the people around him to set up the rice paper and painting utensils, and said lightly: "Then you can draw another picture and I'll take a look." ”

When Zhao Fan heard this, the pores on his body exploded.