Ding ding ding
In front of the presidential suite, the doorbell buzzed.
After a few seconds, the door opened.
"Who is it? Mr. Cao is taking a nap."
Lao Yang's confused face appeared behind the oak door of the hotel room.
Mr. Cao is very old. If he lives alone and has a headache or fever, it will be difficult to take care of him.
In addition, the hotel's presidential suite itself comes with a small suite for the secretary, so Lao Yang and Lao Cao lived in the same room.
He heard the doorbell ring, opened the door, and saw Professor Lin Tao standing at the door of the room wearing a bathrobe, holding a mobile phone in one hand, and holding his waist with the other.
"Oh, it's Professor Lin. What can I do for you? I can call Mr. Cao if necessary."
The impatience on Lao Yang's face quickly disappeared and a smile appeared.
He showed no airs to this second disciple of Mr. Cao.
"Since we are on lunch break, I won't disturb the teacher's rest."
Lin Tao immediately lowered his voice and waved his hand towards Lao Yang, indicating that he was not in a hurry.
"Call me when the teacher wakes up and I'll come back."
"No need, I'm awake now, come in."
Mr. Cao's voice came from the back room.
When Lin Tao walked into the room, he saw Mr. Cao wearing a Tang suit jacket and sitting on the sofa in the suite.
The teacher seemed to have just gotten up, holding a cup of Biluochun that had just been poured from the thermos cup that Lao Yang had placed on the coffee table.
The smoke in the tea cup is faint, and it looks a bit fairy-like.
"Teacher, let me show you a picture."
Lin Tao lit up the screen of his mobile phone and handed it over.
"You're drinking again"
Mr. Cao took the mobile phone handed over by his apprentice.
He did not look at the painting immediately, but glared at Professor Lin Tao.
"Social, social."
Professor Lin Tao immediately shrank his neck when his master glared at him.
"In the morning, government officials in Yangon held a celebration banquet for the first phase of the project. The mayor of Yangon is here. You, a great artist, do not want to participate. As an apprentice, I have to represent the master. Let’s have a drink at the door.”
“Excuse me. You are such a loser. I don’t believe you can force others into your mouth if you don’t drink. ”
Even though Lin Tao is about to reach the age of retirement, the little old man is still very majestic when he teaches his apprentice.
Lin Tao could only smile.
"Don't die in front of an old bone like me."
"Look at the painting first." Lin Tao quickly changed the subject.
Mr. Cao took the tortoiseshell reading glasses handed by his assistant and put them on the bridge of his nose.
“Which painter wants to ask for your advice on this painting?Two sentences"
Mr. Cao looked down at the painting and said in a calm tone.
"It's very ordinary, nothing special. You can just point out this kind of painter, but you still need me to help him look at it."
The little old man took a casual look and knew that this was a work of the standard of an ordinary professional painter.
"The painting itself is nothing at all, but do you know who painted it?"
Lin Tao sat next to him, with a bit of uncontrollable excitement in his tone, "It was the child you were interested in who just painted it." of. "
"Gu Weijing"
Mr. Cao's originally plain tone rose slightly.
"Yes, that's him. It's only been a few weeks. It seems The painting is already decent. The teacher really has a good eye. Lin Tao sincerely praised him.
When Mr. Cao originally praised Gu Weijing, Lin Tao was still a little unconvinced.
At least he felt that the other party could not afford the responsibility at his current level. Mr. Cao's words "You are stronger than an old man like me" were certainly shocking at the time, but among the people present, perhaps only him, Professor Cao Mei, who was Mr. Cao's second apprentice, knew it. What does this sentence mean?
Only he knows how important this sentence is.
Asian culture attaches great importance to the inheritance of master and apprentice, the bricklayer at the end of the street and the carpenter at the door. , who walks the streets and sells canvases and writes sugar paintings. He is from a small family and is worried that his apprentices will starve to death.
But the more accomplished a teacher is, the more he has a sense of responsibility to pass on. There is also a strong ambition to hope that one mountain will be higher than the other.
Professor Lin Tao and his old students have already had what they have in their lives.
< p>They have been looking forward to the stars and the moon all their lives, but what they are looking forward to is that the teacher can say something wonderful, "You are better than me, you stand higher than me, and you go further""You're better than me. ”
This is the highest compliment Lin Tao can imagine.
It’s a pity.
Lin Tao can’t do it.
They There are only five disciples, brothers and sisters of this generation who are actually allowed to kowtow and become disciples by Mr. Cao.
The one with the best talent is the eldest brother, and he is truly regarded by Mr. Cao as the successor. Unfortunately, he is young. Qing met with a shipwreck and died early.
This was the hardest blow that his master, Mr. Cao, suffered after he became famous. It can almost be regarded as a death overnight. After that, the eldest is herself, and the youngest is Tang Ning. She is a junior sister who came from a family of calligraphy and painting in Jiangnan when Mr. Cao turned sixty.
They are the younger brothers. Among the sisters, there is really no one who can say that the mountain is higher than the other.
It’s not that they don’t work hard, but things like the level of a painter are really hard to come by.
When he was young and apprenticed, he looked up and saw that Mr. Cao was a towering mountain.
When he became famous in middle age, Mr. Cao was still a towering mountain whose peak could not be seen in the clouds.
Now that he is older and older, he can finally vaguely see the scenery on the top of the mountain, but Lin Tao also knows that he has reached the pinnacle of his skills.
It’s already a hundred-foot club, and the next step will be a thousand difficulties.
There is an overused saying that success is 99% of sweat plus 1% of inspiration, but that 1% of inspiration is more important than 99% of sweat.
For painters, sometimes talent is really more important than pure hard work.
This painting is not worthy of Lin Tao's fuss. There are many people who can paint better than this.
But it is really rare to achieve such great progress in a short period of time.
Especially since this may be his apprentice in the future.
"The ink marks are retracted within the line, and never go back. It is indeed a bit of the essence of traditional Chinese painting."
Lao Cao enlarged the photo and took a serious look at the person using the pen. Trend, nodded with satisfaction.
"A lot better than my age."
Professor Lin Tao said.
"That's not as good as Xiao Ning. At Xiao Ning's age, he already has some character in painting."
Mr. Cao's face was still serious.
"You don't really want Gu Weijing to attend the Lion City Art Exhibition?"
Lin Tao asked.
In his opinion, if it is just about the difficulty of participating in an art exhibition alone. Gu Weijing already has impressive sketching skills, so it may be easier to meet the competition requirements by painting oil paintings.
In fact, based on the personal preferences of foreign curators, painting Chinese paintings is more difficult than painting simple oil paintings.
To put it harshly, some foreigners really cannot appreciate the beauty of Eastern art.
Especially for two paintings of similar quality, the curator committee will undoubtedly be more inclined to choose an oil painting.
This is determined by the cultural environment and aesthetic ability.
"What I said is not serious."
Mr. Cao shook his head, "Tang Ning was only 22 years old when she won the master category award at the Shanghai Art Biennale. , not much older than the current Gu Weijing. If you want to be my disciple, of course you have such courage and strength."
"This is incomparable, what kind of family does Junior Sister Ning belong to, this Gu Weijing. What kind of family is it? It’s not on the same level at all.”
Lin Tao shook his head with a wry smile.
Junior sister Tang Ning was born into a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River. She has been one of the most famous calligraphers and painters since the Southern Song Dynasty. Her elders are many great calligraphers and painters. She really grew up in an environment surrounded by masters.
How many painters have had such conditions in ancient times?
There is no comparison with Gu Weijing.
"It doesn't matter whether you like it or not. But starting from today, Lin Tao, you will start to teach Gu Xiaozi systematically. He can already start to learn middle school.Let’s start with teaching the truly elegant things in Chinese painting. Let’s start with painting flowers. ”
Faced with Lin Tao’s doubts, Mr. Cao was somewhat noncommittal. Please remember to bookmark the latest and fastest website for free reading without anti-theft