There are not many people in the third class of the Chinese Painting and Calligraphy Department of Yunlan Academy of Fine Arts, thirty-three people, and two students have asked for leave.

It has been almost a week since the start of the new semester, and on this day, it was finally Liu Jing's turn to exchange lessons on Chinese painting.

Before the class bell rang, the students were already talking in the studio.

"Hey, hey, haven't you heard. The school hired a visiting professor who said that he was mainly here to teach our class. A tall, thin boy with glasses turned around and said.

"What's so strange? Isn't this a common thing? Wang Liang, who was tall and handsome, sneered, blaming the other party is really rare and strange.

"Wang Liang, you are busy playing your basketball every day, then you don't know, this visiting professor, I have also met it these days, and sometimes I will go to the cafeteria to eat, and I look so young, I look like us." The eyed youth pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and continued to "gossip".

"yes, I've seen it too, it's a little too young." Someone next to him chimed in.

"I also heard that people came back from abroad, and they are still relatives of Hualin Wanmo, and their origin is very mysterious." The young man with glasses had the most expression on his face that I knew the most.

"Isn't it? Look, what do I usually say. Chinese people, they just like to worship foreign charm, you say that a banana man who grew up eating pizza and beef every day, what kind of inheritance culture can he understand? The people who echoed on the side shook their heads and "sighed", and there was a trace of disdain on their faces.

"Agreed, I thought so too. By the way, Wang Liang, you have to be careful, I see that in the past few days, not only have our flowers often revolved around him, but your Xiaoyan has also followed a lot, don't ...... when the time comes", the young man with glasses reached out and patted Wang Liang's shoulder.

Wang Liang frowned and slapped the hand of the young man with glasses, "Liang Dong, why did I say that your mouth is so broken?" ”

"Wang Liang, I think what Liang Dong said is not unreasonable, I think buddy, I can do it myself......

"Go, go, I don't know Li Xiaoyan's person? The bell rang, scattered, and all dispersed for the master......".

"The teacher is here, stand up."

The school motto of Yunlan Academy of Fine Arts is very simple, with only four words: "Respect for teachers". Nowadays, there is still this form of greeting in colleges and universities, which is really rare, but Yunlan Academy of Fine Arts has always maintained it. In Chen Zheng's words, after class, college students and teachers are individuals with independent worldviews, but in the classroom, the teacher's teaching grace deserves such respect.

"Hello teacher", lifting his hips, bending over, and a collective greeting that was not too neat sounded in the studio.

It has been a while since she came here, and Liu Jing has also observed many other teachers' classes, and she has some understanding of some of them. So he didn't care about such a perfunctory "hello", he didn't think about changing anything, at best, he was just a passerby.

He smiled, held out a hand, and made a "please be seated" gesture.

"Wow, he's so sunny when he laughs."

"It's very attractive when you look at it from afar, and it's even more handsome up close."

"I'll just say it......"

"He's dressed too individually."

Seeing the young professor wearing the blue ink robe again, with his hair tied in a bun on his head, the girls below were talking in whispers one after another.

Hearing the squeaky chatter around him, Lin Wanmo snorted secretly in his heart, and said three words softly, "Big Sao Bao".

"Students, please be quiet first. Let me introduce myself first, my surname is Liu, Mu Mao Liu, Mingjing, from the Book of Poetry in the 'Du of the Tree, its Ye Jingjing', there is a basis, the artistic conception is also beautiful, although it seems softer, but I am personally very satisfied. ”

After listening to Liu Jing's self-introduction, "Haha......", everyone below, especially the girls, echoed and let out a burst of good-natured laughter.

"It's actually talking about Chinese painting, and the word 'artistic conception' was mentioned just now, so today I specially wore such a suit, which can be regarded as a better atmosphere for everyone, and everyone has the right to see things and think about the scene."

Although it was the first class, Liu Jing did not seem to be very stage frightened, spoke clearly, and behaved calmly, which made Lin Wanmo, who knew his roots, couldn't help but "tsk, tsk" twice, and couldn't help but secretly admire a little.

"Okay, that's the end of the gossip, I'll show you ......."

"Teacher, you always say 'artistic conception' and 'artistic conception', can you be more specific?" Just when Liu Jing was about to take out the prepared towels and brushes from the pen box she carried, Wang Liang in the back row suddenly stood up and asked a question.

Wang Liang did not raise his hand in advance, but stood up directly, which was not a very polite move in class. Liu Jing looked at him for a moment and squinted, "'Artistic conception'? Isn't it simple? It is the degree to which you feel about a thing, whether it is beautiful or ugly, and the judgment of the objective environment in your personal consciousness. Classmate, this is not a question that a sophomore should ask. ”

Wang Liang's face was slightly red, but he didn't sit down, but continued to ask: "Now there are many people who say that Chinese painting has fallen behind, very low, far less popular than watercolor oil painting, can you please Mr. Liu express your opinion?" ”

Lin Wanmo, who was sitting in front, heard a little unusual meaning when he heard Wang Liang's question just now, and when he saw that the other party was still unrelenting, he was faintly worried about Liu Jing in his heart.

"Backward? This is the first time I have heard of this term in Chinese painting. Chinese painting pays attention to its own experience, most of which are lines and shades, focusing on charm. What you said is mostly color and light and shade changes, and tends to be realistic, and I personally don't dabble much in this, so I won't comment. But the two are not superior or inferior, and the manifestations are different. ”

When Liu Jing said this, he secretly thanked Lin Wanmo for some reference materials that he had given him earlier, otherwise I am afraid that at this moment, he would really be stumped.

He paused slightly, and then continued: "Sitting here today, I think this classmate is also a lover of Chinese painting, so there is a sentence that can be given to you, there is a world in your heart, so that you can speak freely and come and go unhindered; The level of a person's cultivation determines the level of his artistic achievements. Sit down. ”

There was no deliberate exaltation, no wanton belittling, and no annoyance, let alone too much talk, Wang Liang made a big red face and sat down embarrassed.

"Pap, papa, papa......" Liu Jing's last sentence was answered appropriately and vigilantly, making everyone applaud heartily.

"Some students even mentioned comparison, so today, we don't paint things that are too far away. To be specific, let's paint the campus around you, so as to prove that Chinese painting also has its vitality today, and it is not an art that can only reflect the old. I'll come first, you might as well take a closer look. ”

After speaking, Liu Jing laid out the paper on the felt carpet on the table. He first took out a wet towel from the pen case, wiped his hands, and then picked up the pen and waved it in an orderly manner, naturally without any pretentiousness.

"It's so ceremonial."

"The teacher's hands are so beautiful."

"The ...... of the master's style"

"Can you be serious, watching people draw is the point." Lin Wanmo felt that the girls in her class today suddenly became collectively? Leaving her speechless.

"Wow, it turns out that our campus can still be painted like this."

"After looking at Mr. Liu's paintings, I realized that our school is so beautiful."

"The teacher painted those trees and pavilions, and with a few brushstrokes, it was reflected, why I always felt so difficult when I painted them myself."

In just a moment, an impression of Yunlan's campus with both charm and slight coloring has already jumped on the paper. Liu Jing put the pen down, picked up the towel next to her, wiped her hands, and said with a smile, "Okay, classmates, now you try to try to draw according to your own impressions, you don't have to follow my arrangement, just rely on your memory." The same mountain, different people look like it, there are thousands of different faces, and what you feel the most is your 'artistic conception'. ”

"Teacher, I'm a little uncertain here, can you tell me about it?"

"This female classmate, your place is dark and dark, and the transition is a little worse, I'll add a few strokes to you, you see......"

"Teacher, please help me take a look at ......"

"Teacher, teacher, and I ...... here"

An one-and-a-half-hour art class, unconsciously approaching the end, without too much preaching, without self-sustaining reprimands, Liu Jing gave everyone the impression that she was not like a professor, but more like a big brother next door, and it was the kind with real materials.

And it was through such a class that the "two monsters" of Yunlan Academy of Fine Arts have since added another strange - Professor Tong's wine bottle, Principal Chen's hat, and Teacher Liu's towel.

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Lin Wanmo put the textbook upright and lay on the table, she has been a little annoyed recently, and she can't calm down at all in class.

Looking at the sullen tablemate, Wang Yan turned her head sideways and asked with concern, "Xiao Mo, what's wrong with you these days?" ”

Lin Wanmo replied listlessly: "Liang Feng sent me a message again?" ”

"What? Does he still want to make a face? ”

"Shhhhhh

"This scumbag, doesn't he think he is great just because he is handsome and has a little money at home. I chased you for so long, and you finally agreed, ah, just because you didn't agree to sleep with him, you turned around and chased the goblin? Scum. ”

"But he was nice to me at the beginning."

"What's good? Xiao Mo, you have to stand firm. You're in love and talk less, what kind of romantic means does he have, isn't it just to send this to that, in fact, it's the cheapest for him, take some money from home, buy it casually, you don't have to think about it, right. ”

Wang Yanzheng was talking about it, and felt that Lin Wanmo reached out and touched herself, "What are you stabbing me, according to me......"

"Well, according to you, does that have to be the end of class?" I don't know when, the teacher has already stepped down from the podium, hanging his head slightly, his eyes are shining from the top of the frame of his glasses, and he is staring at Wang Yan.

"Ah, teacher......"

"Haha......", the students were amused.