In the painting major of the Academy of Arts, there is no one who does not know Master Feng, who is a first-class Chinese painting master in China, and has his own attainments in founding a school for every type of painting.

I didn't expect that in this exhibition, even the wind master came!

Several masters of Chinese painting walked to the place and looked at the painting.

The thin gray-clothed old man led by him is none other than Master Feng.

When the eyes of several masters fell on the painting, they could no longer take their eyes off.

The people around him stopped talking and continued to look at the painting while waiting for the master's comments. Therefore, although there were quite a lot of people at the scene, it was strangely quiet.

Hua looked at her parents and the Hua family with tears, smiled, and stood quietly next to her two classmates.

A few teachers were standing on the other side of the painting, their faces full of anticipation!

This is the Wind Master, and the rest are not as famous as the Wind Master, and they are also very good masters!

For the masters, if there are works that let them take a look at more than one glance, it is definitely a good work, and the works with light tears, they have been staring at it and are obviously attracted, and the faces of several masters are obviously moved, and they quickly turn into shock!

If you get the master's words, it can definitely be regarded as a milestone of the college, and Hua Qinghua has the potential to become a master of Chinese painting, a well-known alumnus in the future!

Half a minute passed, and the noise outside receded.

Many people stood far away and couldn't see, but they knew something inside, and they didn't speak, and stood on tiptoe in different positions.

Finally, after about a minute and a half, Master Feng said, "Okay!!Which classmate's work is this painting?"

The eyes of the other masters sparkled as their eyes swept over the people standing on either side of the painting.

"Old Feng, it's a painting made by Hua Qingxi's classmates!" the teacher pointed to Hua Qingxian and said.

"Light tears, don't hurry up and see Feng Lao and the masters!"

Hua Qingxian smiled politely, "I've seen Feng Lao, I've seen all the masters!"

"Okay, good, don't be polite, the future is terrifying!" Master Feng had a peaceful smile on his face.

I looked at the painting and the flower tears again, and nodded with great satisfaction.

"Little girl, are you interested in being a disciple of the old man?" "I came to Beijing University today when I was idle, I didn't expect to have such a big harvest, this little girl's attainments in landscape painting, not far from him, and there is a kind of artistic conception that he can't see through and faintly self-contained, that in other painting categories, he must also have excellent talent, if he cultivates well, he can inherit his unique learning.

When this remark came out, everyone was shocked.

Many of them were breathing heavily, and as bystanders, their hearts were beating faster.

As a disciple of the master of the wind, in the art of painting, he has basically walked out of a road, and it is still a broad road that ordinary people can't pursue in their lives!

Several teachers stared at the flowers and burst into tears, their eyes vibrating, "Light tears, don't hurry up and thank Feng Lao!"

Hua Wuyu frowned, his daughter couldn't be someone else's disciple.

But if she doesn't move, her daughter will definitely refuse.

It's just that when he was about to open his mouth to refuse, several people who looked like leaders came over, and the crowd made way for a passage.

"Elder Feng, Elder Huang, why don't you notify in advance when you come over!" The people who came were all leaders at the hospital level or even at the school level.

Later, several people saw the painting.

The look was also shocked, they were not from an artistic background, but they also saw that this painting was extremely extraordinary.

Master Feng smiled, "The old man has the idea of accepting the disciples of the closed door." ”

Immediately, the eyes of several leaders became bright, "Old Feng, why don't you let everyone see this painting?" There are many people blocking the periphery but they haven't seen the painting, and besides, Master Feng's acceptance of closed disciples is a great joy for the entire Shangjing University, how can it be hasty? Naturally, everyone has to know about it, and it is good to make it look like it is on the top news of Shangjing University!

There are only three disciples of Master Feng, and those three were accepted more than 20 years ago, and now they are leaders in the painting art world. After more than 20 years, Master Feng wants to accept apprentices again, and they are still students of Beijing University, which is enough to be recorded in the history of Beijing University.

You can't delay the master's time, first seize the opportunity to do a slightly more formal one, and don't discuss the rehearsal or anything, and then you can make an appointment with the master and make up for it.

As soon as the leader's words came out, many people behind them whispered, and they really wanted to see it.

"Yes. Master Feng didn't know what these leaders thought, and he didn't object, and then he looked at Hua Qingxian like a baby pimple, and Hua Qingxian was uncomfortable when he saw it, so he wanted to open his mouth to refuse.

But these teachers, leaders, talking and laughing, occasionally praising her, and not giving her a chance to speak at all, she can't interrupt them by force, right?

Quickly, these people were arranged.

It is in the upstairs auditorium.

Subsequently, the leaders and teachers were busy, and the students who were surrounded by the audience rushed to the auditorium upstairs as soon as they heard about the auditorium, and many of them were still staying here.

"Light tears, good job, the teacher is going to get busy first!" The teacher who spent light tears trotted away.

While talking with the leader, several masters carefully collected the painting with their own hands, "Little girl, let's go up first, you just take your time!" The words were very kind, and they were already regarded as their precious apprentices. Also, in their cognition, it is impossible for anyone to refuse, the result is decided, that is, just a formality.

"I, in fact, ......" Hua Qing tears were anxious, it was a leader and a teacher, no one had given her a chance to speak, everyone rushed to the auditorium, and a leader also called people to inform people, and then in a more grand atmosphere, how to refuse? Wouldn't it be embarrassing to refuse?

In the end, she had no choice but to turn to her parents for help.

After a while, in front of the public, it's not good to refuse, and it's not good not to refuse.

Hua smiled speechlessly, and the transmission made her refuse directly, there was no need to care so much.

Refusal may make the teacher leader unhappy, but this is her daughter's own decision, what can others say?

Hua nodded with tears, she should have interrupted those people just now to refuse, but she blamed herself for hesitating and trying to find a better opportunity to interrupt, but the result was ...... , I still have to go to the auditorium, it's getting worse and worse, but I can only go, so I go to the auditorium with the Hua family.

A few juniors of the Hua family looked at the flowers and cried, but they were like looking at idols, thinking if they should learn something too, I feel that my cousin is so powerful!

"Brother Ning, sister-in-law doesn't seem to want to be that old man's apprentice!"

"Let's go check it out. Meng Zining frowned.

These old men are indeed very arrogant, saying that others will definitely agree to accept apprentices.

Ordinary people are indeed willing, but is the person he can look at an ordinary person?

Thinking about the painting, I laughed.

Regardless of anything else, just this kind of artistic accomplishment, he feels that he is otherworldly and unparalleled, this girl must be chased after him, otherwise he will regret it for the rest of his life.

......

The auditorium quickly sat more than a thousand people.

The number is still increasing.

Projectors in all directions have already presented the painting all over the auditorium, or have they zoomed in so that everyone can see it clearly.

Several masters are standing in the position of the original.

The school leader was on the stage, and he was starting to speak, and someone was taking a camera.

Hua Qingtear wanted to go up directly and refuse, but he couldn't take action, and he still didn't feel good about refusing in public.

Underneath, like a pinprick.

After more than ten minutes, the teacher came to let her go on stage.

She looked at Hua Wuyu, Hua Wuyu was still transmitting, and asked her to refuse directly, there was no problem.

(End of chapter)