"I got it, my grandfather's face turned red."

Gu Weijing said with a smile in the microphone.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, my face is going to turn red if I leave me. I've been with Mr. Cao Xuan for so long, and I've never gotten such a good thing. Don't talk about me, it's the first time I've seen Cao Lao write to a junior like Xiao Gu for so many years. ”

Lao Yang echoed in the microphone.

He wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"Classmate Gu, it's not Lao Yang, I have to instruct you to do things. But I still need to tell you that Mr. Cao's painting is about to be put away. Don't think about anything to sell. If you don't have money, Brother Yang will open your mouth, and if you are idle for 1.8 million, I can still take it out. Cao Lao's calligraphy is valuable, but well, this sentiment is much more valuable than the money itself. ”

"Since we finally got this kind of opportunity that is difficult to find with lanterns in the world, let's hold it steady, hold it well, and we can't rush out."

"I've been working hard outside for so many years, and I've come up with a truth that is hard to buy, people should cherish their blessings. It is not easy for a person to have a little blessing in this life, and it is even more difficult to hold it firmly in his hands. ”

Lao Yang said with a smile: "The words are not good, the truth is this truth, you are right, Xiao Gu." ”

It is not for nothing that Cao Lao loves young talents.

But after the old age, the old man can still give birth to such thoughts, which is really the only one in the world.

Cao Xuan's calligraphy is worthless.

That's specifically referring to the comparison with the old man's paintings.

Here's an example.

Tang Dai, the court painter of the late Qing Dynasty, his apprentice Wu Zhongjin, Wu Zhongjin's apprentice, Tang Dai's grandson Zhao Xianting, three generations are court painters.

As early as the Qianlong period, there was a consensus in the collecting community.

Some of Wu Zhongjin's works have been withdrawn by the teacher Tang Dai, and the words are more expensive than the paintings.

Zhao Xianting's works occasionally have Wu Zhongjin withdrawn, and the words are more expensive than the paintings.

Legend has it that there is a piece of Zhao Xianting's childhood exercises, the back of the scroll has Tang Dai casually written "the second day of the lunar month" four words, the work has been weathered several times, reframed five times, each generation of the master has repeatedly told the remounting, the framing master must be sure to leave the back four words.

The collector bluntly said that it is these four words that are played.

As for Zhao Xianting's paintings, they are just a hundred pieces of Yuan Datou's things, so it doesn't matter.

Although there are three generations of masters and apprentices, it sounds a bit like the favorite mantra of the nine-catty old lady in Lu Xun's "Storm", "one generation is not as good as one generation".

That's pretty much the case, but there's not much to laugh at.

Wen Zhengming and Tang Yin, who are famous talents in the entire art history of Dongxia, have any ordinary people heard of the names of their descendants and disciples?

Even if the kings of the Wei and Jin dynasties and the big and small Li of the Tang Dynasty, these fathers and sons are lucky enough to break into a great artistic reputation, and it is still the elders who have a greater reputation.

The law of the entire art circle is nothing more than this, the inheritance of master and apprentice is like the decline of the prince and prince.

The prince descends to the wait, the candidate descends to the uncle, and the uncle descends to the son.

In the hearts of collectors, as usual, the weight is always reduced by one or even a few grades, and even the dignified "painting Zhuangyuan" cannot jump out of this circle.

It may not be that the younger generation was born in a wealthy and famous family, so they don't work hard to practice painting, and it may not be that the tiger father and dog son have no way to teach, and the three generations of painters have lost their luck in the inheritance of painting skills and brushwork.

Rather, it is the status of a painter.

It is composed of countless factors such as chance, luck, and the environment of the times.

The quality of the work only accounts for part of the factors, and more is the external opportunity.

It can only be said that it is also lucky.

Just because Kangxi handpicked Tang Dai as the "champion of painting" in the Qianqing Palace, regardless of whether this guy stepped on shit or not, whether Emperor Kangxi's artistic aesthetic vision is enough to evaluate the quality of painters in the world.

On this suitable occasion, one sentence directly outweighed the efforts of countless fellow painters like Gu Weijing's ancestors in the painting palace for a lifetime.

Like Little Holbein and Old Holbein, the strong man is better than the ancestor, the blue is better than the blue, and the case of a mountain being higher than a mountain is definitely the green smoke from the ancestral tomb.

It's a beautiful thing for my dad to lie in a Bavarian country cemetery, and he can't wait to jump up and dance three times again and then lie back down.

It is for this reason that no matter how well Katsuko Sakai paints, no one dares to say that she can really replace her father Kazunari Sakai in a few decades.

Also for this reason.

Gu Weijing can go to the end, and become Cao Xuan's apprentice in the end, or what Lin Tao said back then-when his apprentice, even if Cao Laoshi likes it and is interested, he will personally mention it.

It doesn't sound like a big gap for learning to draw.

But for the market price of the painter himself, the gap is really too big, not a gap of one or two grades.

It is no different from the undergraduate of Peking University, or the junior college of Peking University Jade Bird, and the difference in gold content when I went to Peking University to audit the classroom in college.

Lao Yang was really worried that Gu Weijing and their grandchildren were either too small in vision, or they were obsessed, picked up sesame seeds and lost watermelons, and took this painting outside to sell.

Cao Lao must be very sad.

Even Lao Yang would think it was a tyrannical thing.

Don't say it's impossible.

In front of the real thing, it is impossible to exchange money for money.

Good and bad, noble, sinister, what kind of people, what kind of things, Lao Yang has more or less seen it.

Some people can hold Cao Lao's gifts, while others can't hold them in their hands.

knew that Gu Weijing's family was not rich.

Lao Yang deliberately said this, which was not only a wake-up, but also a good intention.

"Naturally, thank you, Brother Yang. My grandfather took him out and sold it himself, and he wouldn't be willing to take it out and sell it. Gu Weijing made a little joke.

"Not really." Lao Yang also smiled.

He kept shouting that he wanted to show this character to the ancestors before the ancestors were ranked when he worshiped his ancestors every year. In the future, this character will be like a set of old brushes handed down from our ancestors, which is an heirloom passed down from generation to generation by our Gu family, and it is a heavy weapon for pressing the feng shui of the house......"

"As for me." Gu Weijing whispered into the microphone, "I understand the encouragement of the old man, I am very grateful, and I am also willing to cherish the blessings." ”

Replaced with the previous Gu Weijing.

He must respectfully say in the telephone receiver at this moment that he can receive this handwritten inscription from Cao Lao, how frightened and unrestful, how sleepless he is.

Besides, I am worried that I am not worthy of such expectations from the master, so I must be careful and careful to keep it, and I will lose a lot of gains and losses in a long way.

Not really.

None of them can show the importance he attaches to this generous gift in his heart.

After returning from the botanical garden.

Gu Weijing has grown up a lot, and he has seen a lot of things.

He thought it through.

Cao Xuan inscribed this character to him, and he had to bear it.

The old gentleman didn't write in the hope that he would be awake at night.

If you are anxious and timid, it will be too petty.

"My grandfather said that Cao Lao praised me for being a standout, and I know that Mr. Cao didn't mean that, but - I will try my best to make myself really standout." He said.

"If you are ambitious, just by virtue of your words, classmate Gu, you are really stronger than my old Yang." Lao Yang really drew a thumbs up on the other end of the phone that Gu Weijing couldn't see.

There was a lot of laughter in his tone, and there was really not much ridicule in his words.

Put yourself in their shoes.

Even with today's Lao Yang's experience and state of mind, if he changes to the position of the young man on the other side of the phone, he may not have the courage to say the words "try your best to make yourself truly outstanding".

This is not the place to brag during small talk.

"Atmosphere, this young man has a future."

Lao Yang couldn't help but glance at Gu Weijing again in his heart.

Cao Lao's youngest disciple Tang Ning and this eighteen-year-old "quasi-disciple" Gu Weijing, Lao Yang's inappropriate metaphor in his heart, one is like the ladies of the old society, and the other is like a small family jasper.

Cao Lao's master is the largest palace in the art world.

They all have their own style.

There are many artists who never care about other people's moods and are born self-centered.

There are also many people who handle social relationships carefully, always have a smile on their faces, for fear of offending people who should not be offended, and who are careful every day and tremble like walking on thin ice.

Everyone is beautiful and naturally domineering.

The little jasper has always been cautious.

Innate things, not to mention advantages and disadvantages.

At least for now, Lao Yang felt that chatting with Gu Weijing was cordial and warm, which made him more comfortable.

It's just that a small family of jasper marrying into a wealthy family often has two results.

Some people are born ambitious and want to use the wind to fly up the branches and become phoenixes in one fell swoop.

There are also some people who are used to being poor and careful, and they tremble like quails every day, and they don't live as good as their maids.

It's not scary to put ambition on your face.

The terrible thing is that they don't even dare to have ambitions.

After all, people who have eaten multigrain steamed buns all their lives, suddenly changed to white rice, and naturally thought about eating with their heads bored, and eating whatever the main family appreciated, and life was better than going back and eating black steamed buns again.

Eating what's in the bowl and looking at what's in the pot is certainly not a good word.

But if Gu Weijing is the kind of person who has handed over the pie, he doesn't even dare to aim up.

Lao Yang looked down on him a little.

Cao Xuan's closed disciple, how could he really be a soft clay man who was gentle.

There are some things that you were born with, and you don't even dare to fight for them, and you only hope that the crown can be smashed directly on your head, why.

Is your face white?

Gu Weijing said that he was ambitious, energetic but not arrogant, and just right beautiful.

Totally exceeded his expectations.

Lao Yang couldn't help but cheer twice in his heart.

At this time, I remembered the decision that Old Man Cao told him on the plane two days ago that made his jaw almost drop.

While Lao Yang lamented that the old man saw people accurately with paintings, he also felt that this matter was not so unimaginable.

"Classmate Gu. Mr. Cao Xuan is now resting in the hotel, but he has something for me to convey to you. It was a surprise, so I was expecting to call you again tomorrow night. Lao Yang's voice was serious, and there were very few of them.

"Well, Brother Yang, I'm listening."

Gu Weijing nodded: "This picture is not a surprise?" ”

"Yes, of course, but that's not all, maybe only a small part. Believe me, in terms of difficulty, the things I will talk about later are not lower than a big word. After all......"

Lao Yang paused for a moment and said slowly, "...... This is the annual European Art Conference. ”

The speakerphone was on on the other end of the phone, and Gu Weijing, who was brushing the cat, was stunned for a moment and stopped what he was doing.

The dissatisfied "meow" of Ngawang sounded.

Gu Weijing touched Ah Wang's head and looked sideways at the phone.

"Can you explain it more clearly, I don't understand too much."

Old man Cao said that he knew what Tang Ning said in front of the interview camera in "Oil Painting", which made you feel wronged and resentful. But he won't comfort you in this matter. A painter's career is like this, with its ups and downs. Only by withstanding harsh criticism can we withstand praise. If you want to go far on the road of art, this is something you must experience, crying and begging adults to hug, you don't have to. He said that your "Wisteria Flower Picture" has handed in a good answer sheet. ”

Gu Weijing rubbed the foam off his hand on Ngawang's back, picked up the phone, and put it back to his ear.

"Brother Yang, I don't care anymore, just like Mr. Cao said, I think facts speak louder than words, it's just Tang Ning's ......"

"Stop!"

Lao Yang smiled bitterly and motioned to Gu Weijing to stop.

"Xiao Gu, if you are willing to call me Brother Yang, then I will also dig out my heart to tell you the truth."

"I believe you're telling the truth. But whether you really don't care, or you complain about Miss Downing in your heart, it's normal, and you don't have to tell me. She is a respected painter, and you are a promising young man who is loved by Old Man Cao. ”

"It's best for the two of you to solve the matter by yourself, or talk to Cao Lao."

"As the saying goes, when the gods fight, the little ghost suffers, Brother Yang, I am just a little assistant, and I will just repeat the words of the old gentleman here. It's not easy to find a job, classmate Gu, don't be embarrassed for me to be a villain in the middle, okay. ”

Old Yang said pitifully.

Mr. Cao said, but then again, seeing your "Wisteria Flower Picture" is the happiest thing for him so far this year. The old man is happy, since you were wronged in the last interview, so well, he said that you can watch the opening live broadcast of the art annual meeting the day after tomorrow on the Internet. ”

Gu Weijing was a little distracted.

When he said the word "European Art Annual Conference" from Lao Yang's words, he was in a trance, and Gu Weijing thought that this time the matter was almost over.

If he can receive a painting from Cao Lao, he should have been content a long time ago.

But Lao Yang let himself watch the live broadcast of the opening, which inevitably makes people think about it.

The opening ceremony of the annual meeting is more political than artistic, and propaganda is greater than academic.

Why did Cao Xuan specifically ask to watch it himself?

If it weren't for the old gentleman and the old child's temperament, let the younger generations watch their heroic speech at the annual meeting.

Well, the answer is obvious.

Mr. Cao Xuan's closing speech this time will be related to himself.

(End of chapter)