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In front of the door of the presidential suite, there was a doorbell chime.

A few seconds later, the door opened.

"Who, Elder Cao is taking a nap."

Lao Yang's confused face appeared behind the oak door of the hotel room.

Cao Lao is very old, and if he lives alone, he will not be able to take care of him if he has a headache and brain fever or something.

In addition, the presidential suite of the hotel itself comes with a small suite where the secretary lives, so Lao Yang and Cao Lao live in the same room.

He heard the doorbell ringing, opened the door, and saw Professor Lin Tao wearing a bathrobe, holding a mobile phone in one hand, and standing at the door of the room with one hand on his waist.

"Oh, it's Professor Lin, do you have anything to do, I can call Cao Lao if you need to?"

The impatience on Lao Yang's face quickly disappeared, and a smile appeared.

For this second disciple of Cao Lao, he didn't show a little arrogance.

"Since it's a lunch break, don't disturb the teacher's rest."

Lin Tao immediately lowered his voice and waved his hand at Lao Yang, indicating that he was not in a hurry.

"Call me when the teacher wakes up, and I'll come back."

"No need, I'll wake up now, come in."

Cao Lao's voice came from the back room.

Lin Tao walked into the house and saw Cao Lao wearing a Tang jacket and sitting on the sofa in the suite.

The teacher looked like he had just gotten up, holding a cup of Biluochun that had just been poured out of the thermos cup that Lao Yang had placed on the coffee table.

The smoke in the teacup is faint, and it looks a bit fairy-like.

"Teacher, I'll show you a picture."

Lin Tao lit up the screen of the mobile phone and handed the mobile phone over.

"You're drinking again?"

Cao Lao took the mobile phone handed by his apprentice.

He didn't look at the painting immediately, but glared at Professor Lin Tao.

"Socialize, socialize."

Professor Lin Tao was glared at by his master, and immediately shrunk his neck.

"In the morning, government officials in Yangon held a banquet to celebrate the first phase of the project. The mayor of Yangon is here, and you, the great artist, are not willing to participate, and I, as an apprentice, have to drink two drinks on behalf of the master. ”

"Make excuses. I can't even control my own mouth, and I don't have any interest. How old is it, I don't believe that you can't force others into your mouth if you don't drink it? ”

Don't look at Lin Tao, who is also about to retire, the little old man teaches his apprentice a lesson, and he is still very majestic.

Lin Tao had no choice but to smile wryly.

"Don't die in front of my old bones."

"Look at the painting, you look at the painting first." Lin Tao quickly changed the topic.

Cao Lao took the tortoiseshell reading glasses handed by the assistant and put them on the bridge of his nose.

"Which painter wants to ask you for some advice on this painting?"

Cao Lao glanced down at the painting and said in a flat tone.

"It's very average, it's not very special. It's good for you to guide this kind of painter, and you still need me to help him see it? ”

The little old man took a casual look and knew that this was a work of ordinary professional painters.

"The painting itself is nothing at all, but do you know who painted it?"

Lin Tao sat beside him, and there was a bit of uncontrollable excitement in his tone: "It was just drawn by the kid you fancied." ”

"Gu Weijing?"

Cao Lao's originally flat tone rose slightly.

"Yes, it's him, it's only been a few weeks, and he looks like he's already drawn decently. The teacher is really good-eyed. Lin Tao sincerely admired.

When Cao Lao originally praised Gu Weijing, Lin Tao was still a little unconvinced.

At least he felt that the other party, with his current level, couldn't afford Cao Lao's sentence "better than my old bones".

This sentence was certainly earth-shattering at the time, but among the people present, only he, a CAFA professor who was Cao Lao's second apprentice, knew what this sentence meant.

Only he knows how heavy this sentence is.

Asian culture is the most important inheritance of master and apprentice, the bricklayer at the end of the street, the carpenter at the door, the person who walks the street and sells cloth to write candy paintings, and the small door and small family are angry, and they are worried that the apprentice will starve to death of the master.

But the more accomplished the teacher, the more he has a sense of responsibility for inheritance, and the more he hopes that a mountain will be higher than a mountain.

Fame and fortune, Lin Tao taught them, who were old students of Cao, who should have everything in their lives.

They have been looking forward to the stars and the moon for a lifetime, and what they are looking forward to is that the teacher can spit out a sentence from his mouth - it's good, the blue is better than the blue, you stand higher and go farther than me.

"You're better than me."

This is the highest praise Lin Tao can imagine.

Pity.

Lin Tao couldn't do it.

In their generation, there were only five disciples, brothers and sisters who were really allowed to kowtow to the master by Cao Lao.

The best talent is the elder brother, and he is really regarded as the heir to the mantle by Cao Lao, but unfortunately he was shipwrecked at a young age and died early.

It was also the heaviest blow his master Cao Lao received after he became famous, and it could almost be regarded as a white head overnight.

Then the oldest is herself, and the youngest is Tang Ning, who is the little sister of Mr. Cao who was born in a family of Jiangnan calligraphy and painting at the age of 60.

Among their brothers and sisters, there is really no one who can say that the previous mountain is higher than the other.

It's not that they don't work hard, but the level of a painter really can't be sought.

When he was a young apprentice, he looked up and saw that Cao Lao was a towering mountain.

When he became famous in middle age, Cao Lao was still a towering mountain with no peak in sight.

Now that he is old, he can finally faintly see the scenery on the top of the mountain, but Lin Tao also knows that he has reached the peak of his skills.

It's already a 100-foot clubhead, and it's a lot of difficulty to go any further.

There is a well-used saying that success is 99% perspiration plus 1% inspiration, but that 1% inspiration is more important than 99% perspiration.

For a painter, there are times when talent is really more important than mere effort.

This painting is not worth Lin Tao's fuss, there are many people who can paint better than this.

But it's really rare to be able to make such a big progress in a short period of time.

Especially in the future, this may be his own apprentice.

"The ink marks and brushstrokes are retracted into the line, and there is no repetition, which is indeed a bit of the essence of Chinese painting."

Cao Lao enlarged the photo, took a serious look at the trend of the pen, and nodded with satisfaction.

"It's a lot better than my age."

Professor Lin Tao said.

"That's not as good as Xiao Ning, at Xiao Ning's age, he already has a bit of a style to paint."

Cao Lao's face was still serious.

"You don't really want Gu Weijing to participate in the Lion City Art Exhibition, do you?"

Lin Tao asked.

In his opinion, if it is only about the difficulty of participating in an art exhibition alone. Gu Weijing already has an impressive level of sketching, and it may be easier to meet the requirements of the competition by painting oil paintings.

In fact, in terms of the personal preferences of foreign curators, it is more difficult to paint Chinese paintings than to paint simple oil paintings.

To put it mildly, some foreigners really can't get the beauty of oriental art.

Especially for two paintings of similar level, the curatorial committee will undoubtedly be more inclined to choose one oil painting.

This is determined by the cultural environment and aesthetic ability.

"There is no reason why what I say is not serious."

Cao Lao shook his head, "When Tang Ning won the award in the master group of the Modu Art Biennale, he was only 22 years old, which is not much older than Gu Weijing today. If you want to be my closed disciple, of course you have the courage and strength to do so. ”

"This can't be compared, what kind of family is Senior Sister Ning, what kind of family is this Gu Weijing. It's not a grade at all. ”

Lin Tao shook his head with a wry smile.

Senior sister Tang Ning was born in the Jiangnan giant family, and is a famous family of calligraphy and painting since the Southern Song Dynasty.

How many painters could have such conditions?

There is no comparison with Gu Weijing.

"It doesn't matter if you look good or not. But from today on, Lin Tao, you will start to teach Gu Xiaozi systematically. He can already start learning the real things in Chinese painting, so let's start by painting flowers. ”

In the face of Lin Tao's questioning, Cao Lao was a little noncommittal.