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Choosing a major is a major event that affects a person's life, no matter how busy Zhong Pingjiang is, he also took out a night to discuss with his wife and son.

Zhong Yun didn't care, out of respect for his parents, he told them.

Zhong Pingjiang and Yun Rong discussed for a long time, and finally asked Zhong Yun, "Which industry are you more interested in?" ”

"Me?" Zhong Yun held his chin in his hand and thought about it.

Zhong Pingjiang's eyes are quite eager, now Zhong's machinery business is thriving, has been quite large-scale, he very much hopes that his son can choose the management major, after graduation can take over his class, the Zhong business continues.

But Zhong Yun obviously has his own ideas, he said, "I think I'm more interested in the art side. ”

Zhong Pingjiang and Yun Rong looked at each other, they didn't expect that their son would be interested in art, they had never found out before.

Zhong Pingjiang said, "That, how can you have such an idea?" ”

Now those who are engaged in art may not have no future, but they have not found out that their son has any outstanding artistic talent, and they are afraid that he is just a whim and enthusiastic for three minutes.

It is very important to choose a major in high school, if you choose the wrong one, you can change it, but the time is wasted. Therefore, making the right plan early and early is very beneficial for the rest of your life.

"Because I'm gifted." Zhong Yun is very confident, not to mention anything else, just by singing, he can have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life. It's just that he doesn't like to be a star.

"It doesn't convince me." Zhong Pingjiang shook his head, although he was very open-minded, he would never be persuaded by such a child's play.

Zhong Yun knew that if he thought about his parents, he couldn't do it without showing his real skills. He took out the pen and paper he had prepared early in the morning and drew on the table.

Zhong Pingjiang and Yun Rong glanced at each other again, they both saw doubts in each other's eyes, and they didn't know what kind of fame their son was doing, so the two leaned over and looked at it for a while before they gradually understood that their son was actually painting.

Although the two are usually busy with work, they have not neglected their concern for their son's academic life, but they never knew that their son could actually paint, and looking at his similar demeanor, it didn't look like he was just playing.

Although Jialan's sketching technique looks magical, it is actually just a basic technique, drawing delicate effects with rough lines, relying on spiritual power. This is also a distinctive feature of the art of Garan.

Zhong Yun finished the last stroke, but it only took three minutes. Zhong Pingjiang and Yun Rong have already been shocked, especially Yun Rong, she is a lover of painting, and she understands the value of her son's painting.

She picked up the picture in disbelief and looked at it again and again. In the painting, a man and a woman are leaning together, the man is intently helping the woman put on the necklace, but the woman's gaze falls on the man's crumpled collar.

The whole painting is filled with a faint warmth.

Zhong Pingjiang gently knocked Zhong Yun's head, and scolded with a smile, "People are small and big." The man and woman in the painting are clearly him and his wife, and the necklace was a gift he gave to his wife on their twentieth wedding anniversary.

Zhong Yun grimaced.

"Where did you learn that?" Yun Rong finally accepted this fact, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she might not have believed it, this was a lost Jialan technique.

Every time he encounters such a question, Zhong Yun will feel a headache, and if others ask, he can pretend to be mysterious. But now the person who asked him was his mother, and he had to answer.

"On a website." Zhong Yun lied, and his eyes didn't blink.

"What website?" Yun Rong asked suspiciously.

Zhong Yun immediately turned on his portable computer, entered a website, and introduced, "As long as you can answer the above questions, you can enter the official page." The above questions are quite difficult. ”

Yun Rong leaned in front of the computer, and the first question stumped her. That's too biased.

"There are 10 questions in total, and you have to answer them in 30 seconds. Everyone only has one chance to answer the question once a day, and the questions are different every day. Zhong Yun said as he typed in his answer neatly.

Yun Rong and Zhong Pingjiang, who were next to them, stared wide-eyed, those questions were varied, involving multiple majors, and the questions were very biased. But Zhong Yun answered easily and determinedly, as if he knew the answer in advance, and in less than ten seconds, he finished answering ten questions.

Is this really his mediocre son?

Zhong Pingjiang and Yun Rong both had such questions in their hearts at the same time.

"I stumbled upon this site just for fun." Zhong Yun ignored their misty expressions and continued. "I didn't see it and introduced a lot of knowledge about painting, but it was the first time I found painting so interesting."

As soon as that weird thought rose, he was thrown to the unknown east by Zhong Pingjiang and the others, and it is always a good thing that his son has become smarter. Although, the change in his son is not just getting smarter.

The two of them returned their attention to the website, and they were amazed for a while, and they all guessed that the website was built by God.

Seeing that his parents accepted his explanation, Zhong Yun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, of course this website was built by him, and it would be closed in a few days.

He didn't want to study management according to his father's intentions, he just didn't want to be trapped in a company, he had bigger ideals, so he chose the art major with the highest freedom.

After fooling his parents, Zhong Yun confidently and boldly filled in the course elective list with three subjects: a brief history of art, the foundation of painting and painting.

In order to cultivate students' diverse interests, the school also stipulates that one extracurricular activity is required to participate in in addition to the three elective professional courses. Moreover, it is also linked to credits.

Zhong Yun chose the sculpture casually.

In the afternoon, there was an extracurricular activity, and the Sculpture Society was a relatively out-of-the-way association, and the activity was held on the second floor of the building opposite the class.

Zhong Yun pushed open the door and went in, and to his surprise, there were still a lot of people inside, and a room of more than 200 square meters was full of almost 100 people. I thought it was an unpopular association, but now it doesn't look like that.

"Hey, Zhong Yun is you?" A familiar voice rang out, and Zhong Yun, who was still standing at the door, looked over, it was really a coincidence, it was actually the enthusiastic senior sister I met on the first day of school, Gong Yao.

"What a coincidence, you're also from this association?" Zhong Yun said hello, and then noticed that the students around him had a strange look in their eyes.

"I'm the president of the Sculpture Society." The dimples on the corners of Gong Yao's mouth showed again, "You're a new member, come here, I'll introduce you." ”

Zhong Yun followed. Gong Yao walked to the middle with Zhong Yun and clapped his hands to attract the attention of his classmates, "Today our association has welcomed a new member, Zhong Yun, a first-year high school student. ”

Sparse applause rang out. Zhong Yun walked to the middle and said hello, "Hello everyone, my name is Zhong Yun, please give me more advice in the future." "It's a scene.

Then Gong Yao sent Zhong Yun a booklet, which was all about the primer of sculpture. In fact, there are many kinds of sculptures, including wood carvings, stone carvings, ice sculptures, clay sculptures, plaster statues and so on.

If it is according to the way of sculpture, it can be divided into round carving, relief carving and openwork carving.

However, the sculpture association is only amateur, too professional can not play, everyone plays mostly wood carving and clay sculpture.

You have to have a whole set of guys to play sculpture, Zhong Yun didn't bring anything, and he can only be a spectator today. Because he was a newcomer, as the president, the enthusiastic Gong Yao accompanied him to look around and explain to him.

The people in the classroom were doing everything, some were carving a half-finished piece of wood; Some people are starting to erect a skeleton on a shelf; Some were pinching around in front of a mass of clay......

Zhong Yun had a feeling of being an eye-opener, he had never been exposed to sculpture before, and he chose this extracurricular activity entirely because it had something to do with painting.

In addition to learning new knowledge, Zhong Yun also had other gains, he keenly found that the male members here were not very friendly when they looked at him.

The root cause was naturally the beautiful and enthusiastic president beside him, Zhong Yun couldn't help but suddenly, no wonder this relatively unpopular association itself had so many members, it turned out that most of them came to Gong Yao.

The class ended quickly, and Zhong Yun, who was aroused by his interest, went home and found some materials about sculpture.

Comparing the sculpture of Naga Lanxing with that of Davao, it is found that the style of sculpture of Kalan is really different, it uses very few tools, basically as long as a carving knife, Davao's sculpture tools are varied, including knives, hammers, chisels, pliers, etc.

DaWo strives for meticulous craftsmanship and strives to bring out every detail. Jialan pays more attention to the charm of sculpture, and with a few rough swords, he turns a piece of wood into a work of art.

It's hard to say which one is better, but Zhong Yun prefers the Jialan style, and there is a feeling that the sculpture is made by nature and the magic hand is even better.

During dinner in the evening, Zhong Yun noticed that his father's expression was a little wrong and he looked worried. muttered in my heart, it seems that this time my father's company is in trouble.

Although his father seemed very happy in front of him, the sorrow that occasionally flashed between his eyebrows could not be hidden. From my mother's words, I can roughly guess that the company is in some trouble.

Zhong Yun kept this matter in his heart and didn't ask his parents, although they already looked at him differently, but deep down they still regarded themselves as children, even if he asked, they wouldn't tell him.

In the evening, Tianhai and Chenwen came over again, and the three of them made an appointment to go to the movies tonight. Sitting on Chenwen's shuttle, Zhong Yun asked, "Is there something wrong with my father's company?" ”

Chen Wen smiled, "I was about to tell you." He did know about it, "It's not just a problem, it's a big problem." ”

Hearing what Chen Wen said seriously, Zhong Yun frowned, "You talk about it carefully." ”

Tianhai also came over.

"Zhong's Machinery was set up by someone and was cheated by tens of billions."