The bars outside the Academy of Fine Arts are not the kind of places of bizarre desires.

It is often full of books, art souvenirs, vinyl records, the shabby walls and tablecloths are not very exquisite, and the dim light is full of smoky men and women full of literary and artistic style talking.

Looking at the lines outlined on the blackboard with white chalk, a group of people laughed: "Ouch, old boy, when did you run to help Lao Cao stand on the platform, this price is not cheap!" ”

The small bar with three or five tables was filled with a convivial atmosphere, and even the bar owner came over to have a look and make jokes.

The middle-aged man known as Lao Tong had a little buckteeth, and he twitched to observe the photo: "It's a bit like the painting style I used in my twenties, and I have such a calm technique when I am old, and it is rare to see such a solid guy among undergraduates now, but there are still some masters in the folk culture center and the calligraphy and painting institute, which must be at least forty years old." ”

showed off his famous gimmick without a trace, in exchange for his friends laughing.

Lao Cao Cai revealed: "I am also twenty years old, and I only came to the art training class today to sign up for the Chinese painting department." ”

Everyone hurriedly pulled Lao Tong out and joked: "Ouch, your family history of calligraphy and painting, you have met a real talent, kill him, and kill this kind of existence that will threaten you!" ”

Lao Tong also gritted his teeth: "Yes! I'll clean him up tomorrow! If you are admitted to it, you can only study in my graduate school, and you can torture him for a few years, hahaha! ”

I couldn't put it down and enlarged the photo to observe, and I sighed: "This is really a skill, but it's a pity that I'm not in the Chinese painting department anymore, otherwise I have to accept it as a big disciple!" ”

Lao Cao took the lead step by step: "But he has no sketch and color background at all, and he can't come up with a formed Chinese painting work." ”

A few people who were still a little frolicking just now were instantly quiet, and they laughed a little stupidly.

Lao Tong's face is as cold as frost, and he can scrape off the ice slag: "Why do you have to learn sketch and color to learn Chinese painting?" Do Wu Daozi and Gu Kaizhi need sketch colors? Chinese painting is very interesting, and the mode of thinking is completely different from that of the West, students have to accept the concepts of perspective, light and shadow, and they have to go back to wash off these concepts when they are admitted, this is not a fart off their pants, the real talent of Chinese painting has to forcibly reverse the concept of thinking, and those who are admitted do not understand the essence of Chinese painting. ”

Someone next to him cooled down: "You temper...... It's also annoying to continue to be the head of the department, and when I go to the museum to be an elder, I concentrate on painting and making money, and in a few years, I can recruit this young man as a graduate student. ”

The old boy snorted: "Those old guys...... Don't say anything, I'll go back and ask two students to bring this young man with me, and I won't go, lest the tree make a big move and hurt him. ”

Lao Cao got an inch: "There are only three months, race against time." ”

A young person next to him took the initiative: "I'll go, I haven't been to Lao Cao's to play, I'll go see someone open a small stove." ”

Everyone coaxed again: "You want to teach a training class with a youth gold award?" ”

"You still want to rob people from Lao Tong, right?"

Lao Cao smiled contentedly and leaned back on the sofa.

At this time, Wan Changsheng, who was wearing a black placket, was walking out of the window.

The streets outside the campus at night and Wan Changsheng during the day seem to be another world.

Maybe the night obscures the bells and whistles, and what is presented is the fiery life.

When Wan Changsheng walked into a dazzling art supply store, he felt even more happy.

Although Guanyin Temple is rich, it is not such a rich and professional store, and there are only three or five people around the town of Guanyin Temple, except for grandfather, there are two or three uncles, and they still have studied a little and feel that they have no future, so they are given to Wan Changsheng, who is carrying forward.

Therefore, opening a store is equivalent to serving Wan Changsheng alone, and he is not so extravagant as this.

It can only be bought from outside by Toja's family, or more and more online shopping in recent years.

I didn't feel comfortable walking into a store full of professional art supplies, maybe it was similar to the mood of my mother and my third aunt and six mothers-in-law who went to Paris last year and rushed into the Champs-Elysées.

Wan Changsheng began to savor the first product from the door of the store with his hands behind his back, just as he was concentrating on looking at the inscriptions of famous artists from ancient times to the present in the stele forest.

Pen and ink inkstone, ancient and modern.

Pencils alone range from a few cents a piece of the most inferior color, to thousands of dollars a set of top German goods, white paper can be divided into dozens of different textures placed on the shelf, as long as you select it, you can immediately cut it into the right size.

The pigments are even more colorful on the shelves, which reminds Wan Changsheng of the history of blood and tears when he learned to make pigments with his grandfather at home, whether it is the strong smell of indigo or the toxic components of garcinia cambogia, his grandfather has taught his beloved grandson in one go.

But in fact, Wan Changsheng understands that the times have changed, and handmade things are at most just a feeling, and looking at the white color here alone can distinguish several kinds of fineness.

It's time for your paint workshop to go to the museum.

Of course, the favorite carving knife is the first to buy, it is said that the chrome vanadium alloy steel carving knife forged by the famous artist, holding it in the hand makes Wan Changsheng feel like slaying the dragon in the sky, and the store also said that this thing sells less, so there are more expensive ones that have not been brought, and you can order them if you need them.

Wan Changsheng couldn't wait to ask for two more ordinary seal stones, and he could carve and play with it.

However, when weighing this stone, Wan Changsheng suddenly saw that there were still a few small boards in the counter, a bit like the handboards of ancient officials in the court, but it was obviously a set of three or five with different shapes, he glanced at it, and his heart moved inexplicably.

But the attention was already on the carving knife, and he casually pulled out a few words on the seal stone, which was really a smooth feeling of cutting butter with a quick knife, and it was comfortable.

The thirty or forty-year-old shopkeeper has eyesight, and when he saw Wan Changsheng's movements, he immediately took the white paper next to him, Wan Changsheng didn't plan to print it twice, and he was courteous to the master's family, or dipped it in a stack of waste white paper that was obviously a test pen and left a square seal seal.

The well-informed boss looked at it and found that he didn't even recognize a word, so he didn't dare to speak when he looked at the young man.

Because I don't know how to feel it.

Wan Changsheng bought a few more large-format sketches and color basic introductory demonstration albums, which are generally used by junior high school students in the city for enlightenment, so that the boss could read more again.

The contrast is a bit big.

Wan Changsheng didn't care about others reading it, he was satisfied with rolling up the book and sandwiching it under his armpit, and the carving knife flew between his fingers, which was actually a palm-length high-grade alloy steel bar, with exquisite nylon strings wrapped in the middle, and the two ends were sharp edges of different shapes.

Wan Changsheng couldn't put it down, but he couldn't put it down and experienced the balanced feel of this carving knife.

When he went out, he accidentally bumped into the old man in place, but as soon as he touched the flash, he had time to reach out and hold the other party steadily: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't see your ......"

The old man didn't have time to bother with him, so he rushed into the store.

Wan Changsheng didn't go to the nearby Academy of Fine Arts when he came out, and when he saw a bus coming from the bus stop, he jumped on and went back to the training school.

Naturally, he didn't see the old man walking into the store excitedly: "What about the more than 900 carving knives?" ”

The shopkeeper was surprised: "It's been on the market for more than three months, and it was just bought by that young man!" ”

The plainly dressed old man was obviously disappointed, and he beat his chest a little: "Mingzhu secretly casts!" The pearl is secretly cast! What do today's children know about seal carving......! ”

The shopkeeper hurriedly turned out the waste paper and manuscript: "This young man looks like he is very powerful, he took a knife, and immediately carved this on the stone for practice, you can see." ”

The old man still didn't believe it when he heard this: "Just carve something here...... Printed from the book! Printed from the book! It's really printed from the book! ”

I was a little crazy in the back, and I couldn't wait to tear off this red stamp paper from the sketchbook, turn around and run!

Around the Academy of Fine Arts, I am accustomed to seeing this kind of expert who is obsessed with some kind of art, and the shopkeeper is no longer surprised, haha sighs again, packing up his things and thinking about whether to bring in some expensive carving knives.

But this thing is really unpopular.

As a result, in just a few seconds, the old man rushed back energetically: "What does it look like? What does he look like, do you know what department he belongs to? ”

The shopkeeper secretly said Fortunately, I took two special looks: "The first time I saw it, it was a barbarian one, more than one meter and eight points, the face was very white, well, there were a pair of very gentle eyes, and it was very comfortable to look at people!" ”

The old man can't wait to call him a criminal portrait!

But in the end, I can only return disappointed, but the disappointment at this time is not because of the carving knife.