Cui Xuanyou listened for a while.

What?

Leonie, who was next to her, saw this and let out an undisguised short, powerful sneer at her husband.

"But, Xiao Ming, that, this is Tang ......"

Cui Xuanyou was so stunned that he stammered, and his mouth stumbled, trying to explain the stakes of this matter more clearly.

"No, it's none of our business. Father, I understand what you want to say, and your meaning is very clear, but Cao Xuan's disciples love to fight, how to fight, and how to fight. Whoever wins and who loses, we don't want to mix. ”

"What do you do, just play to the point of never stopping. Why bother. ”

Cui Xiaoming's tone when he interrupted his father and his mother were almost the same mold carved out of Gujing Wubo.

But his voice sounded a little more rational than Leonie's indifference.

"The drowned ones are swimmers, and you know that the water is very deep. Why do you find that there is a profitable way here, so you have to rush in with your head over? With a connection that you think is impossible to climb if you have it? Or is it because the fruit across the river is too bright and tempting? It makes you feel like you have been seduced by the clever words of a poisonous snake and confused your mind? ”

Cui Xuanyou was stunned by his son's training.

I don't know what to say.

Of course, he knew that there was a lot of risk involved.

The resources condensed behind Gu Weijing cannot be underestimated.

If there is a choice.

Cui Xuanyou's TMD brain is pumped, so he wants to make a fuss about this kind of son-in-law of a great painter, Cao Xuan's blue-eyed young man.

If only he hadn't come in his way.

Cui Xuanyou didn't say anything, lying down and riding a horse for the other party.

But even if you hate each other in your heart, you can at most stay away and walk around the point.

Face is worth a few bucks.

At his age, especially when he sees his son so promising.

He understands all too well the importance of making more friends and less enemies.

But now, Cao Lao's struggle between his masters, the cutting of future artistic resources, and the competition between two young painters of the same generation who are like shadows...... There are so many stakes involved.

It's just too big.

It's not that he's obsessed.

It's that after thinking about it, he feels that there is no way back.

If you don't come to rob our son's way, you are the master.

But since everyone is walking the same path, they will be faster than whoever runs faster and who will reach the finish line first.

I'm sorry about that.

is willing to cut his whole body, and dares to pull the emperor off the horse.

No matter how old you are, if you dare to stand in the way of our son's future future, I can only think about it and kick it at the right time.

Straight you down the edge of the cliff.

It's better to give your professional life a thorough death, and you will never be able to turn over.

When he sleeps at night, he can sleep soundly.

The way of art must be fought for.

There is a big fight.

Fight hard.

From ancient times to the present, the real golden crown has to be grabbed desperately.

This is the same work that a medieval archbishop did to paint the dome of a newly completed lavish church.

The city of Florence was full of artists who painted religious paintings, and there were dozens or hundreds of them.

But the opportunity to write is just that.

Considering the scale of the important top-tier religious buildings, and the efficiency of the construction at the time, a cathedral could easily take several generations to build.

So it will be decades, a hundred, or even a few hundred years before there will be such an opportunity.

You've got it, you're Micarangelo, you're Rafael, you're Giotto, you're Macegio.

You are the master artist who has stood for thousands of years with the white marble arches of the church, the carved alabaster, and the bronze decoration dozens of feet high.

You didn't get it.

Quite possibly, you will be drowned in the red dust, your artistic life will decay along with your personal life, and after a few decades, no one will remember you again.

Cui Xuanyou was very aggrieved.

He felt that his son did not understand his painstaking efforts at all.

Did he just want to be a bad guy by nature?

Since they are destined to be fellow travelers in the "battle of fate", the bigger the other party comes from, the more people are optimistic about the other party, and the more troublesome it is.

The time is fleeting.

You have to beat people as soon as possible, otherwise you will raise tigers.

Don't take advantage of the fact that now, this Gu Weijing has not officially debuted, and when they still have a first-mover advantage in resources, they touched it and poked him with a dagger in the back of the waist.

Punched to death with all his might.

Do you have to wait for others to become famous and worth millions, and then do it?

Isn't that pure stupid?

At that time, with the two of them, they might not really be able to move.

"Xiao Ming."

Cui Xuanyou's lips twitched, "But ...... If you don't be enemies, can you be friends? ”

Cui Xiaoming did not answer.

He just shifted his body center of gravity backwards, his right foot crossed over his left leg, and his left foot crossed over his right leg, as soft as if he had no bones, in the posture of "knotting the Buddha" in Buddhism or yoga.

He used his index finger and thumb to pick up the half-dissolved Xiaoice from the water glass, and gently picked it up, and the ice crystals were quickly melted by the body temperature.

"Friends?"

He pondered the word, staring at the ice cubes in his hands that had turned into puddles of water.

The man's delicately trimmed mustache revealed an unfathomable smile.

"No, we don't think we're going to be friends, but we're not enemies either...... We are adversaries. ”

Cui Xiaoming raised his fingers lightly and threw the melted ice water on his father's forehead.

He was obviously a young big kid in his twenties.

This action has the Zen of a monk.

It seems that Guanyin is throwing willow juice and igniting sentient beings.

"Father, do you remember the monkey show we watched in Suzhou Park during the Spring Festival when I was a child?"

"Huh? What do you say? ”

The topic jumped too fast.

Cui Xuanyou obviously didn't have the aura to keep up with his son's thinking rhythm, and he touched the ice water on his big bald head with a confused face.

It looks like a big horse monkey that is not open and is being played.

"The monkey trickster will take some melons and fruits and snacks to train the macaques caught, and they are standing upright, dancing, pulling carts, climbing poles, somersaults, dancing guns and sticks, jumping fire rings, and walking on the balance beam...... After the whole process, the monkey was busy sweating profusely, and was even burned by the fire ring. Maybe it will eventually get the reward from its master, but it's just three melons and two dates. ”

"The real biggest income reward has been taken away by the smiling craftsman next to him."

Cui Xiaoming smiled.

"Father, you're too anxious. The sudden appearance of a competitor makes you completely confused, like a monkey who rushes to jump in and drill into the ring of fire when he sees a few walnuts. I think maybe a little cool water will clear your head a little bit. ”

"When you really calm your mind and carefully examine the causes and consequences of this matter, you will find that you secretly use ruthless hands that cannot see the light of day...... It's like a monkey in a ring of fire. ”

The young man's tone was a little teasing.

There is also some mockery.

"We took the biggest risk, and what we could reap was only three melons and two dates."

"Tang Ning, heh, she wants to use me as a pawn, and she deserves it."

Cui Xiaoming sneered.

"She's really good, and I heard that she wants to do a gallery or something. But I don't lack gallery signs, not every boat is suitable for boarding. ”

"The competition between us and Gu Weijing is only for the attention of the art market in some subdivisions, and she wants to inherit the entire painting sect, and maybe even represent the first position on the Oriental Artist Rich List in the future."

"Compared to what she is greedy for, what is our pitiful share?"

She wants to eat the biggest fruit and sit firmly in the position of Cao Lao's heir. Then she should naturally take care of it herself. Dad, think about it and calm yourself down. The logic here is not complicated at all - Tang Ning wants more than we want, and if she succeeds, she will get more benefits, so she is naturally more anxious than us. Why do we do the dirty work? ”

The young man flicked the beer mug at hand with his fingertips.

The cup emits "Ding!" A crisp sound, like the distant sound of a bell in a temple.

"Like a lotus flower that does not touch the water, like the sun and the moon do not live in the sky. This puddle of mud, we little people, still don't get wet. ”

"It's like playing monkeys, what a wonderful drama is this kind of infighting between the masters of the great masters of art? Let's gather around, applaud and cheer with peace of mind, swallow melon seeds, look at the excitement, and at most reward a few copper plates. Come over in person and be a monkey being played, you don't have to, you don't have to. ”

"Let me, dear Master Downing, play slowly. Let's just watch the monkey, if she can take this Gu Weijing child down, we won't do anything, drink tea with peace of mind, eat melon seeds, and still sit back and wait for it to happen. ”

"But what if she doesn't?"

Cui Xuanyou couldn't help but ask.

Cui Xiaoming maintained the posture of King Kong sitting.

Hearing this, he turned his head.

He tilted his head slightly, and looked at his father with a "I'm looking at a fool" look.

couldn't help but complain.

"People who can't be provoked by Downing, do you want to run over and do the black hand, Dad, or the sentence at the beginning, look in the mirror, how old are you? Can there be any other result than to provoke a lot of chicken feathers? The background is so hard, and the wrist is so awesome. Let's run without turning around, it's all right. ”

"Oh."

Cui Xuanyou thought about it, and found that he couldn't find any reason to refute it, so he honestly and obediently sighed.

It makes sense.

My son is right!

Although the father is in front of his own son, he is taught like a grandson, and it seems to be very embarrassing.

But this thing is once raw and twice ripe.

The face was thrown on the ground, and after stepping on it for a long time, I didn't feel embarrassed.

Since his own Xiao Ming became an adult, similar situations have happened more and more frequently at home.

Cui Da artists are used to it.

What is face!

Being able to be educated by such a bullish son of his own family, that is his teaching is well, and it is a blessing for him to be a father.

The tiger father and dog son who have no interest are only submissive in front of their father.

Their family is a "dog father and tiger son", and they take a road that is better than the blue.

This is what a truly prosperous home looks like.

Hey!

Outsiders who are there are yin and yang weird, that is because the younger generations in their family are not angry, they can't eat grapes there, and they say that grapes are sour.

To be taught by his son, he is proud, he is proud.

Cui Xuanyou scratched his head, the few drops of ice water sprinkled on his head were cold, as if they had penetrated into his heart, extinguishing the irritability that burned in his heart from the moment he received the message on his mobile phone.

That's right.

Well, there is a high top when the sky is stepping down.

It should have been Downing in front of him, not him in front of Downing.

Figure out this verse.

Cui Xuanyou immediately didn't panic.

"yes, let them pinch each other...... An eighteen-year-old kid said to Tang Ning, heh, who loses and who wins, is this unclear. David vs. Goliath, what are we panicking about here, it's stupid. Alas, I originally thought that I could rely on this matter to make friends with the future successor of the Dongxia Painting Sect and save incense. ”

"I agree with the part of David vs. Goliath."

Cui Xiaoming shook his head, "But I don't think Tang Ning will definitely be able to win easily, what if he is a nobody?" Why do you despise him? ”

"It's still the same sentence, Cao Xuan, who paints Chinese painting, Kazunari Sakai, who paints oil painting, and Miss Elena, the most beautiful figure in art criticism today, these three people are optimistic about him, even if you think he paints a piece of shit, this is because you don't have the understanding to smell the Zen machine in the shit."

"What's more, what people paint is not shit at all, this painting ......"

Cui Xiaoming looked at the photo on the tablet and was silent for a few seconds.

He shook his head silently.

"Ming, you draw better than him, and you will be more successful than him." Leonie, who had been silent, suddenly spoke at this moment.

The woman's voice was firm, without a hint of wandering.

"Thank you, Mom, for your faith and for the encouragement you have pursued since childhood." Cui Xiaoming raised his eyebrows, "It's a pity that I don't have the same confidence in myself as you. ”

"If it really took two months, from scratch and familiar with a new way of painting, it would have progressed to such a point."

"I know very well that I don't have the skills to do it."

"In that case, why do you believe so firmly that in this battle, Tang Ning must be the one who wins, and this Gu Weijing must be the one who loses?"

"It's just because Tang Ning is now more famous and is already one of the most successful female painters in the world, and this Gu Weijing is still unknown? I really like the parable of David and Goliath. Can...... Don't forget, in the biblical story, in this unequal war between mortals and giants, it was not the giant Goliath who came out of the battlefield alive. ”

"The reason why I don't agree with what my mother just said to contact reporters in private, in addition to not wanting to be played as a monkey, is because I think it's useless to be smart, whether it's you or Tang Ning himself, in this kind of person. There are two paths to success in an artist's life, either he has connections or skills. ”

"And he wants to have connections, and he has to have the ability to do things."

(End of chapter)