Until Wang Linkai left, Xiao Baoju still felt like a dream today. Everything is too unreal, you must know that Wang Linkai is a real master, as a person in the art world, Xiao Baoju has heard the name Wang Linkai more than once, when he was a child, he was already a well-known artist. Wang Linkai's artistic attainments are not only in painting, but also in ceramics, sculpture and other forms. In the Wang Linkai Art Museum in the urban area, which is a famous art palace in Zicheng, such a character takes the initiative to accept himself as an apprentice? What is this not a dream? Xiao Baoju never dared to think about it.

Xiao Baoju was accepted as an apprentice by the master Wang Linkai, and it spread throughout the village in half a day, seeing that more and more people came to the villa from the village, Xiao Jianhong had to hold a banquet in the villa to celebrate his nephew. Xiao Baoju can have such a thing, and Xiao Jianhong is also happy from the bottom of his heart. It's just that Xiao Baoju doesn't like this scene very much, and feels that everything is too empty. Is it because of oneself?

After Xiao Baoju returned home, he thought about it for a long time and mustered up the courage to make a call to Liu Siqi. "Hey, are you Reporter Liu?" Xiao Baoju asked cautiously.

"Yes, may I ask who you are?" Liu Siqi picked up the strange phone with some confusion.

"Reporter Liu, you... Hello, I'm Xiao Baoju, do you remember? ”

"Oh... Remember, remember! Hello Brother Xiao, is there anything wrong with you? As soon as Liu Siqi heard that it was Xiao Baoju, she hurriedly responded. In fact, after Liu Siqi wrote that article to Xiao Baoju in the past few days, the response was still very good after it was released, and the business of Qingquan B&B has obviously improved a lot in the past few days, and Liu Siqi has planned to find Xiao Jianhong in a few days. In fact, journalists also need to eat, their fixed salary is very low, and if they want to increase their income, they need to pull advertisements.

"That... What, reporter Liu. I called to thank you for the article you sent me, and today Master Wang Linkai came to the villa in person and said... said that he wanted to take me as an apprentice. I... I'm just giving you a call. Thank you! ”

"Really? Congratulations to Brother Xiao, Master Wang Linkai is a master of the Eight Classics, being able to be favored by him proves that you have this talent, hehe... When you become famous, I ask you for a painting, can you not see me? Liu Siqi was very surprised, she naturally knew who Wang Linkai was, and Liu Siqi also wrote an article for Wang Linkai.

"Reporter Liu is too outward, I can be recognized by Master Wang, it all depends on your merits, I will be useful in the future, Reporter Liu must not be polite!" Xiao Baoju knew a truth when he was a child, he didn't forget to dig wells, and he could have today, and it all depended on Liu Siqi.

After a brief chat with Liu Siqi, Xiao Baoju hung up the phone. Reflecting the lone lamp, Xiao Baoju was in the studio and began to complete Liu Siqi's oil portrait. Western oil painting is for the eye, objective, recreating a real scene on the canvas, but now with the advent of photography technology, realistic classical painting, gradually declined, losing that shocking effect. Western painting emphasizes rationality, what the human body is like, like a doctor, I can't wait to pick up a knife and unravel it to see what it is.

When Xiao Baoju painted Liu Siqi, he didn't feel like a living thing, what he saw with his eyes was the color on the skin, and what he thought in his heart was whether he wanted to adjust the brown color more or the blue color more?

Chinese character painting is a collection of various symbols and hints, and the expression should be more subtle. Whether it is painting mountains, water, people, etc., they are expressed everywhere. However, the expression is unobtrusive, subtle and elegant. It is not as straightforward and intense as Western paintings. It's just that Xiao Baoju has not studied Chinese painting, he just carves the canvas in front of him according to the knowledge he learned in school.

These days, Xiao Baoju has not been to the villa, has been at home to paint, Xiao Baoju has no other hobbies except painting, an oil painting has to be colored several times, Xiao Baoju can sleep after painting once. When you are hungry, you eat, and when this layer of paint is dry, you continue to paint.

In Wang Linkai's art museum, Wang Linkai just sent away a painting dealer, "Lao Zhao, that Xiao Baoju will have a ceremony for him to come over in the next few days, right?" Wang Linkai took a sip of hot tea, looked at the agent Zhao Gang who was sitting on the side, and said.

"Okay master, I'll get in touch with him in a moment!" Zhao Gang nodded and agreed, "Master, that... Xiao Baoju came over and asked him to copy the painting? ”

"He just came, and he doesn't have much experience, so let him start with the simplest "Fortune Head", right?" After Wang Linkai pondered for a while, he looked at the 4-foot Chinese painting "Fortune Head" hanging on the wall next to the studio and said, this is Wang Linkai's proud work, and it is also the best selling painting, with a price of 50,000 yuan below.

"Hey, this kid's life is really good, and he has been able to get his hands on the master's "Fortune Head". What a life! ”

"Lao Zhao, everyone in the world has the heart of adult beauty, Xiao Baoju is a little white, one is plastic, the other is that the social relationship is simple, and he is young. For us, it is a rare good seedling, so we must cherish this seedling and let it thrive? Wang Linkai was drinking tea and giving Zhao Gang a lesson.

"The master is right, don't worry. I'll teach him to be grateful! Zhao Gang replied happily, Zhao Gang's heart was very happy, and there was another cash cow, he must be very happy.

Xiao Baoju's painting can be said to be a state of obsession, and this obsession is that once he starts painting, he has no distractions. He doesn't feel tired, as if in his world, all he has is the brush in his hand and the canvas in front of him, and almost all painters have this characteristic.

It wasn't until there was a knock on the door of his home that Xiao Baoju walked out of the studio sloppyly. "Erdan, what are you doing again?" Being disturbed by others is something that Xiao Baoju doesn't like very much.

"Brother Baoju, hurry up. Come with me to the villa, the person who came with the master last time came to you again, and I can't get through to your mobile phone...."The second egg was black-faced by Xiao Baoju, he didn't care about Xiao Baoju's feelings at all, he was annoyed that he came from the boss's order.

"Oh, I... I forgot to charge it. Wait for me! Xiao Baoju was stunned, the good guy's mobile phone was really out of battery.

followed Erdan to the reception room of the villa and met Mr. Zhao who came with the teacher last time. "Hello, Mr. Zhao." Xiao Baoju came to the reception room with some restraint, looked at Zhao Gang, and hurriedly said hello.