Landscape Gallery.

After not coming for a while, Deng Tao found a new painting hanging here.

She stood in front of this picture of peony bees and looked at it for a while, this brush is full of ink, natural, thick and smart, and contrasts with each other.

With such a rigorous and mellow painting work, it will never be possible to paint in more than ten or twenty years, so this is Mr. Song's new work?

Looking down, Deng Tao saw the signature in the lower right corner: Little Four!

Little four?

Signature Little Four?

So casual?

Then she saw a familiar chapter under the signature, Teacher Song's small chapter.

Deng Tao frowned, Teacher Song has a new student?

has his own signature, and there is Song Qingping's small chapter, except for his students, he will not do this.

Deng Tao's father didn't think about asking Song Qingping to be a teacher for Deng Tao, but this person has always looked at the edge of his eyes when accepting students, even if her father came to the door many times with valuable gifts, he just brought the topic over with haha.

There is no mention of accepting Deng Tao as a student.

In the end, I only promised to help Deng Tao occasionally mention it, and there would be no more.

In the past two years, he has indeed mentioned a lot of Deng Tao, but in Deng Tao's opinion, every time Mr. Song mentions it, it is accompanied by blows, and even more blows, which makes her very unbearable.

If it weren't for her father's repeated advice, she wouldn't want to come here again.

"Senior Brother Huang."

Seeing a round-faced man walking out of the room in the gallery, Deng Tao hurriedly called people to stop, she asked with a smile, "Is Teacher Song coming over today?" ”

The round-faced man, that is, Huang Kai, knew what she was here to do when he saw Deng Tao.

"Teacher Song is inside, but Deng Tao ......" Huang Kai paused, glanced at her, and sighed, "Have you painted from scratch recently?" The last time I sent it, Mr. Song said that he would not be able to participate in the competition at this level. ”

This is already a very euphemistic statement, but even so, Deng Tao feels embarrassed.

The painting was sent two weeks ago, how could it be possible to make great progress in such a short period of time, so what Teacher Song meant was that he still couldn't recommend it to her?

For a while, Deng Tao's face became ugly.

Seeing her like this, Huang Kai was also very helpless, thinking to himself who can blame you for not being good enough?

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the picture of a peony bee next to him, raised his hand and pointed, "Do you see this painting?" If you can draw something similar to this one, then you will definitely have no problem participating in the competition. ”

Deng Tao said dissatisfied, "Senior Brother Huang, are you joking with me?" How could I possibly achieve this kind of master-level painting. ”

"Master level?" Huang Kai smiled immediately, "You also think the painting is very good and clever, right?" But you know what? She's about the same age as you, no, a year younger than you, and she's not learning to paint as long as you, but she has this talent, this aura...... Deng Tao, sometimes there are things that you can't force, unless you put in a few times the effort or love this one very much, otherwise it is difficult to achieve. ”

Deng Tao's painting, the teacher's evaluation is too eager for quick success, and at the same time she herself is too conceited, every time the teacher mentions something to her, it seems that she is listening carefully, but in fact she does not follow the teacher's requirements.

As a result, her progress has been slow.

And her talent is average, let alone aura, in this case, she still wants to participate in the Chinese painting competition in Kyoto, to put it mildly, it's a fool's dream.

Deng Tao didn't go to see Song Qingping in the end, and when he left, his eyes were red, with shame and anger in his eyes.

.........

On Saturdays, high school juniors attend classes normally.

Meng Qing borrowed a painting from Xu Yan, and Xu Yan looked at her vigilantly, "Why do you want to paint?" ”

She knew that Meng Qing and Song Jiawen were in the same dormitory, and the two were not quite compatible. So Meng Qing asked her for Song Jiawen's painting, and Xu Yan intuitively felt that nothing was good.

You're not an art student, what do you want other people's paintings for?

Meng Qing didn't have a good breath and said, "Don't you always brag about how much she paints?" I'll see how good it is, if it's the way you blew it. It's just a broken painting, so it's not going to be hidden, right? ”

Xu Yan rolled her eyes, "You said it was a broken painting, why do you still want to see it?" Besides, can you understand it? ”

It's not that Xu Yan looks down on Meng Qing, it's not that professionals look at paintings and watch them lively, for example, she is at the same table, and her paintings are similar to Song Jiawen's paintings, but in her eyes, they are far behind.

Xu Yan no longer paid attention to Meng Qing, and naturally did not lend her the painting.

However, when she went to the toilet between classes, Meng Qing actually went to her desk and took out the painting without permission, and then took it away.

When she came back, she said with a bitter face at the table, "I can't stop her, I don't dare to try to take it back, for fear of tearing the painting up." ”

She knew that Xu Yan valued this painting very much, and she was careful not to let other books press it when she put it on the table, so after Meng Qing got it, she really didn't dare to take it.

Xu Yan's face brushed and she pulled it down, looked at Meng Qing's seat and gritted her teeth and asked, "Where did she go?" ”

"I don't know, I found the painting and took it out."

"Which direction? How long have you been out? ”

The same table told her the direction and time, and Xu Yan immediately ran out, which made her talk at the same table quickly.

Meng Qing has a good relationship with Deng Tao in Class 6, which is not a secret in the third year of high school, and Deng Tao is good at painting, so Meng Qing took Song Jiawen's painting for Deng Tao?

Xu Yan's heart is hot, now they all want Song Jiawen's paintings, but they can't open their mouths one by one, so she got one near the water, and she didn't borrow it if anyone else wanted to borrow it.

This Meng Qing ...... It's too much!

Xu Yan hurriedly ran to the sixth class, looked inside, Meng Qing really gave the painting to Deng Tao, and the two of them were looking down at this time.

"Give me back the painting."

Xu Yan stepped forward quickly, stretched out her hand to pull the painting back from Deng Tao's hand, but at this time, she only heard a "stab" sound, and the painting was torn.

One-third is in Xu Yan's hands, and two-thirds is in Deng Tao's hands.

Deng Tao raised his head, looked at Xu Yan with cold eyes, his fingers tightened, and the painting in his hand was wrinkled.

Xu Yan looked at the sketch split in half in a daze, her eyes were slightly red, not all distressed, but angry.

She ignored Deng Tao and only looked straight at Meng Qing.

"You tore it yourself, what's the matter with me?"

Meng Qing pursed her lips disdainfully, turned her head to say hello to Deng Tao, and turned around to leave.

But as soon as the body turned halfway, the ponytail tied in the back of her head was grabbed by a hand, and then she pulled it suddenly, and she was caught off guard, Meng Qing said "ah", and then her whole body leaned back, and with a bang, her upper body first hit Deng Tao's table next to her, and then fell to the floor.

The desk that had been touched shook, then tilted forward, and then all the books and stationery on the table fell to the ground with a clatter, and the desk smashed into the front desk, and the whole thing toppled over.

For a while, there was a crackling sound, and the whole classroom looked messy.