It is certainly not difficult for a master like Tang Ning, with a little polishing and simple and rough techniques to suppress people, so that the picture in his pen looks better than the overall feeling of "Wisteria Flowers".

But this way.

I can't fool myself, I can't fool the teacher.

It doesn't make sense.

"I've been busy with art exhibitions recently, and many things are in a hurry, and my agent is already going crazy if you move your mouth casually at the opening of the annual meeting. I'm not alone, there's a whole team that feeds on me. ”

Tang Ning lightly rejected the teacher's proposal.

"Forget it, teacher, I'm not old enough to play this kind of kid's bet game."

The atmosphere was slightly stiff.

Cao Xuan's fingers rubbed on the cane, and his fingertips slid over the undulating lines of the wood, and for a long time, he only heard him sigh softly in a deep voice.

"Meditation and condensation, without hurrying, is the most rare."

Lao Yang didn't know if Old Lady Cao was evaluating this "Wisteria Flower Picture" or if it was for female disciples, maybe both.

Anyway.

Downing didn't answer.

"Did you write down what you just heard?"

Cao Xuan suddenly turned his head, but when he said this, he looked in the direction of the corner.

"Listening, listening, what's the matter?"

Lao Yang, who has been playing in the shadows as a sculpture of "You can't see me, can't see me" and "Two grandparents and aunts, you are arguing, the small one is the wooden man", shook his head and poked his head out of the corner.

"I said that Xiao Ning just criticized the details of this painting technique, can you remember it?"

Cao Xuan asked.

"Well, from the unnatural composition of the branches and leaves, the color palette of the flowers, to the part of the pen that is used for the line, it should be not bad." Lao Yang nodded.

Lao Yang, who can be Cao Lao's life assistant and also has a large part of the agent's responsibilities, naturally did not rely on sycophants to get to this day.

He didn't dare to blow it, and his memory was good.

Outsiders see Lao Yang flying up cheesily now, he is a handful of meat jokes on the wine table, his face is full of folds when he laughs, and he is a greasy and ugly uncle like a Chihuahua.

It's hard to imagine.

This gentleman back then.

In order to chase the girl.

Lao Yang also used to turn over the book for two days to make up for it, and he was able to recite "The Complete Works of Yeats" in English in Nanhu Park next door to CAFA, holding roses with fluttering sleeves and reciting "The Complete Works of Yeats" in English...... When he laughs, his face is full of wrinkles, and he looks like a literary and ugly young man who has not shed his hair yet.

What's wrong with ugliness?

Ugly eating other people's rice?

Lao Yang has no other advantages, and he has always been very self-aware.

Growing up like him, when he was young, he didn't use his memory well and memorized more poems. When you are old, you don't work hard in your business and make more money.

What is he going to do to chase his sister, the young lady who is basking in the sun on the beach!

In the industry of art brokers and personal assistants, handsome men and beautiful women have gone to the sea.

But it is because his old Yang can stand tall in the position of the working emperor with this dignity and not too old age, isn't it a proof of his outstanding business ability?

"It's all genuine good truth. Gold has a price, but learning has no price. ”

Cao Xuan shook his head with a smile.

"Go back two or three hundred years, in those days when the portal was privately passed down and it was difficult to buy the scriptures. These few words alone are worthy of a great gift from many painters who have no way to study, in order to meet the specifications of the honorable master. ”

He pondered for a moment.

"I originally took the time to write a sketch for Gu Xiaozi's painting and appreciate it, but now it seems that there is no need for this. Xiao Ning has already said the problems that should be pointed out. You sent these words to Gu Weijing as they were, saying that Xiao Ning instructed him. By the way, Xiao Ning looked at his painting for a long time, and said that his painting was not cheesy, and she thought it was very interesting, and it was worth thinking about for a few months. ”

Cao Xuan patted the female student on the back, as if he had done something very interesting.

"Xiao Ning, that kid owes you a personal favor."

Downing looked up, opened his mouth, and looked at the teacher to stop it.

She doesn't care about Gu Weijing's bullshit and unkindness.

Gu Weijing was in her heart, and she came to her master to ask for food on her knees.

Do wealthy people care about beggars?

Besides, is this a matter of human affection?

Tang Ning didn't want her words to fall into the ears of any outsider except for the three people in the room.

In fact, Lao Yang is not qualified to listen to these words at all.

When artists reach a certain status, what they earn in the market is an invincible spirit.

Drawing well and drawing badly is a concept.

Self-esteem is not as good as a different concept.

"The paintings I painted were not cheesy, and Downing thought it was very interesting, and it was worth figuring out for a few months." - In the words that Cao Lao asked Lao Yang to convey, he took care of Tang Ning's face, and said it very tactfully, and he didn't mention the sentence "What if he paints better than you?" ”。

But just this one sentence.

Gu Weijing pinched it in his hand and threw it out at the right time and in the right place.

Not to mention stepping on her face.

Pulling her sleeve to pull a lot of her career is not difficult after all.

What is the status of Downing.

What is the status of Gu Weijing.

Tang Ning didn't want the other party's favor, she just hoped that the other party would not come to "stick" herself, just Amitabha.

On another occasion, it would be absolutely impossible for Tang Ning to say today's answers, so that others have an opportunity to make a fuss.

It was purely out of respect for the teacher that she chose to answer honestly.

At this moment, Cao Xuan directly asked Lao Yang to convey this matter to Gu Weijing, which made Tang Ning feel a sense of resentment that he was betrayed by his teacher.

It's just that she looks up.

met Cao Xuan's eyes that were extremely black, and the whites of his eyes were extremely white, as if they could shine through the depths of people's hearts.

She couldn't say anything after all.

"Uh, yes."

Seeing this, Lao Yang immediately nodded.

He was a smart man with hollow eyelashes, and he figured out the middle joint in an instant.

Cao Lao didn't speak, he definitely wouldn't take out Tang Ning's performance when he looked at the painting and give it to Gu Weijing to chew his tongue.

But.

Since this was sent by Cao Xuan in person, then Tang Ning was dissatisfied, and it was also Cao Lao's business, and Lao Yang, a worker, would just do it.

"I'll check with Teacher Tang for the last time later—" Lao Yang spoke.

"No, I don't have to. You look for the teacher, this is what the teacher meant, not me. ”

Tang Ning turned his head, and finally vented the unhappiness in his heart through Lao Yang.

"Angry? Drink some water to quench the fire? Think I'm going too far? ”

Cao Lao crossed his fingers and put it on his crutch, like a kind old father trying to comfort his angry daughter.

"Teacher, I can't say anything about the decision you made. It's just that you never consider my opinion when you make decisions, so why bother to ask me how I feel? You say I'm a true man, so I don't want to deceive you. ”

Tang Ning said through gritted teeth.

"Your mood."

Cao Lao said leisurely: "Xiao Ning, I entrusted Lao Yang to tell me in person, your move forward is to open the way for the latecomers who painted Chinese paintings behind you, I hope you will be unhappy when you pull Gu Weijing." When I spoke at the annual meeting, you wrote on the note you handed me that you wanted to precipitate the beauty of art by opening your own exhibition, and to integrate the nostalgia of the family and country, the torrent of the times, and the perspective of all contemporary oriental painters looking at the world into a small brush. ”

"But when I announced that you would give half of the booth to the oriental painters who didn't have the opportunity to participate in the exhibition, you came to quarrel with me hysterically."

"That's not right, right?"

Cao Xuan looked at the painting in front of him.

"If you are poor, you will be good alone, and if you are good, you will help the world."

"Many people think that painting is a means of making a living, and they regard the art market as a hunting ground for you to compete for, and the brushes in their hands seem to have become swords."

"There are only so many people who can look down on all living beings from above, and there are only 100 positions on the Hurun Report. One hundred people, from the shortlisted annual income of one million to the top of the list of one billion a year, step by step. If I don't cut you down, you'll kick me down. ”

"It's not wrong to think so, who doesn't have a higher position? Can't you, teacher, I've been at the top of the list for many years without moving my nest, so I scolded the people who puffed up a lot of energy, and wanted to take down me, an old thing who stood in a pit and didn't. That's just too much. ”

Cao Xuan smiled freely.

He is a well-deserved first person in Chinese painting, and he has witnessed the development and change of modern art almost as a living fossil.

He was born at a time when Monet and Repin were still alive in the world, and when he was old, artificial intelligence had begun to impact the entire art industry with unprecedented changes.

There are very few people, and a name represents an era.

Cao Xuan is one of them.

From the age of the crown to the gray-haired gray-haired, the old lady was a very decent person, polite and gentle, and probably only when he faced his close disciples in the ashram would he say some of this kind of country slang.

It doesn't look vulgar.

It only seems kind and sincere.

"That's never the case."

Cao Xuan's tone was profound, like an old faded huqin, "It's just one thing, if you're just a painter, you can think so." If you want to pick me up for this position, you can't think so. Inheritance, what is inheritance, is it an alternation of the top auction volume, is it not like this. ”

"The Southern Painting Sect was originally a sect of scholars and literati paintings, and each of our generations, you, me, my teacher, my master, and my ancestor...... From ancient times to the present, we have always enjoyed great fame and endless social resources, is this fair?"

"No, it's not fair."

The old man sighed and asked himself.

"Don't say anything about how good we draw, we should be such."

"There are more people who are good at painting and are not aspiring, Tang Bohu is in the Chu Pavilion of the Qinglou, depressed, and dreams of Yangzhou for ten years. We had a banquet with the emperor in the layers of palaces in the Forbidden City. When Xu Wei roared and desperately punctured the kidney capsule with the sharp vertebrae, we were in the mansion of the famous scholar and the princess in Jiangnan to evaluate the gains and losses of the painters of the past dynasties. When the mountains and rivers are broken, we can still find a quiet room, continue to swim in a quiet small world, and swim among the colors of brush and ink. ”

"Even if the painting is good, but because the painting is good and famous, it should be the homeless people who starve to death, not us?"

"To tell you the truth, even if you are your teacher and I, I have never suffered in the real sense of my life. During the war years, I lived a few years of hard life, but to be reasonable, compared with those soldiers who died on the battlefield of resistance against Japan, and those ordinary people who sold their sons and daughters in the famine of 1942, what is the hardship I endured? ”

"Just because I am considered to be the next generation of Southern Painting Sect, everyone loves me. So, it's always me who owes me the brush, not the other way around. Therefore, I must learn to be fratern, to love all painters, to love all the younger generations, and to love every younger generation in the world who is willing to learn Oriental art, regardless of the north and south regions, regardless of nationality and race. ”

"Because that's what those seniors did to me. This is my responsibility and an obligation that I cannot escape. Cao Lao's voice was hoarse, and there was an unquenchable fire burning in it.

"What is legacy? Love, benevolence, this is inheritance. ”

Cao Xuan's deadwood-like fingers clasped tightly together above the cane, as if the old man who believed in Buddhism was praying to the gods of the void, or as if he had to draw enough strength from the earth to be able to speak of the burden on his shoulders.

"When I recall the moment when the teacher took my hand by the bed, I can always feel that I was no longer a child, a young man who had not yet reached the crown, but the father and mother of all painters. I must embrace all of them with the most selfless and clear care. They are never your enemies, but your children. ”

"Xiao Ning, when do you feel this way, then let's talk about taking over my class. I'll be happy. ”

Tang Ning listened to the teacher's words silently.

Treat everyone with parental love and generosity.

The feeling she imagined in her head.

It was as if an unprecedented macro perspective was unfolding above the teacher's head.

The world seems to be a brilliant Milky Way.

Every painter with a brush is one of the twinkling stars, and her teacher is the galaxy itself.

Majestic.

The heart of a saint of the ancient people is probably like this, and this is the feeling of accepting the universe in the chest.

"Take this "Wisteria Flower Picture" back, just the letter I wrote to you, take a good look at it." Cao Xuan's voice revealed exhaustion, "That "Hundred Flowers" was given to Gu Weijing, it was the first work in your life to win an award, the two of you, exchanging a painting is also quite meaningful, Xiao Ning, what do you say?" ”

Lao Yang couldn't help but pout regretfully.

Alas, it seems that there is nothing here that he can take back.

He saw that Cao Lao, who was a "parent", was really not good, and the old lady had been trying to ease the relationship between Tang Ning and Gu Weijing.

It was the first time that the half-truths and half-truths of the joint art exhibition were held.

If Tang Ning is willing to agree, it will be a great affection for Gu Weijing, and Tang Ning will be able to personally lift the other party into the artist list in a joint art exhibition.

The matter of "Oil Painting" is naturally not worth mentioning.

Bringing the evaluation of "Wisteria Flower Picture" to the other party, by the way, owes a favor, which is the second time.

It's a pity that Downing didn't answer.

Now it's the third time I've changed the painting.

(End of chapter)