It is certainly not difficult for a master like Tang Ning to make the painting look better than the overall feeling of the wisteria flower painting with a little polish and simple and crude techniques.
But this way.
You can neither fool yourself nor the teacher.
It makes no sense.
"I have been busy with the art exhibition recently, and many things are urgent. If you just talk casually at the opening of the annual meeting, my agent will go crazy. I am not alone. , there is a whole team that depends on me for a living."
Tang Ning calmly rejected the teacher's suggestion.
"Forget it, teacher, I'm not old enough to play this kind of kid's betting game."
The atmosphere was slightly stiff.
Cao Xuan rubbed his fingers on the crutch, and his fingertips slid along the undulating lines on the wood. For a long time, he could only hear him sigh softly in a deep voice.
"It is most rare to calm down and concentrate one's energy without getting sick."
Lao Yang didn't know whether Mr. Cao was commenting on this picture of wisteria flowers, or whether he was talking about it to his female disciples. Yes, maybe both.
Anyway.
Tang Ning did not answer the call.
"Have you written down what you just heard?"
Cao Xuan suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the corner when he said this.
"You who are listening, what is it?"
I keep pretending in the shadows that you can't see me, you can't see me, my two grandparents, you are arguing, little one Lao Yang, who was the sculpture of a wooden figure, shook his head and poked his head out from the corner.
"I said Xiao Ning just criticized the technical details of this painting. 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 use of brushes, I should have remembered everything well." Lao Yang nodded.
Lao Yang, who can serve as Mr. Cao's personal assistant and also has a large part of the manager's responsibilities, naturally did not get here by flattering him.
The people next to him don’t dare to boast, because his memory is very good.
To outsiders, Lao Yang is now very tacky. He is a greasy and ugly uncle who tells dirty jokes at the wine table. His face is wrinkled when he smiles, and he looks like a hairless Chihuahua.
It’s hard to imagine.
This man was back then.
To chase girls.
Lao Yang once read books for two days and was able to recite the complete works of Yeats in English in Nanhu Park next to Central Academy of Fine Arts, holding roses in his sleeves and laughing with full accent. He has a wrinkled face and looks like an artistic and ugly young man who has not lost any hair yet.
What’s wrong with Chou?
Chou eats other people’s rice
Lao Yang has no other advantages and has always been very self-aware.
When he grew up like him, he didn't use his memory much when he was young, and he spent more time memorizing poems. When you get older, don’t work hard on your business and make more money.
He takesWhy are you chasing girls, girls sunbathing on the beach?
In the industry of art agents and personal assistants, there are so many handsome men and beautiful women.
But it is precisely because he, Lao Yang, can maintain his position as a working emperor with such a distinguished appearance and at a relatively young age, is this not proof of his outstanding business ability
"They are all good and genuine principles. Gold is valuable, but knowledge is priceless."
Cao Xuan shook his head with a smile.
"Two or three hundred years ago, in those days when scriptures were passed down privately and it was hard to buy true scriptures for a lot of money. These few sentences alone are worthy of a big gift from many painters who have no education to meet their elders. See the specifications."
He thought for a moment.
"I originally took the time to write a sketch and appreciate Gu Xiaozi's painting, but now it seems that it is not necessary. Xiao Ning has already said all the issues that need to be pointed out. You He sent all these words to Gu Weijing intact, saying that Xiao Ning had given him instructions. By the way, Xiao Ning had been looking at his paintings for a long time and said that his paintings were not tacky and she thought they were very good. It's interesting and worth pondering 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 favor."
Tang Ning raised her head, opened her mouth, and looked at the teacher to stop him.
She doesn’t care about Gu Weijing’s bullshit and unkindness.
In her mind, Gu Weijing came to her school on his knees to beg for food.
Would a wealthy person care about the favor of a beggar?
Besides, is this a matter of favor?
Tang Ning didn’t want her words to be submissive. It fell into the ears of any outsider except 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 a sense of invincibility.
Whether you draw well or draw badly is a concept.
Being inferior is another concept.
"The paintings I drew are not tacky. Tangning thinks they are interesting and worth pondering over for herself for a few months." What Mr. Cao asked Lao Yang to convey was in a tactful way, taking care of Tangning's face. Well, I didn’t even mention the phrase “What if his painting is better than yours?”
But just this sentence.
Gu Weijing held it in his hand and threw it out at the right time and place.
Not to mention stepping on her face.
It is not difficult to pull her sleeves and pull her career away.
What is Tangning’s status?
What is Gu Weijing’s status?
Tang Ning doesn’t want the other person’s favor. She just hopes that the other person won’t “stick” to her, just Amitabha.
In any other situation, Tang Ning would never have said what she said today, giving others the opportunity to make a fuss about her.
Simply out of respect for the teacherIt was her respect that made her choose to answer honestly.
At this moment, Cao Xuan actually asked Lao Yang to convey the matter to Gu Weijing, which made Tangning feel resentful of being betrayed by her teacher.
She just looked up.
Then he met Cao Xuan's extremely dark eyes and extremely white whites, which seemed to be able to shine through the depths of people's hearts.
After all, she couldn't say anything.
"Uh, um."
When Lao Yang saw this, he nodded immediately.
He is a smart person with hollow eyelashes, and he figured out the key points in an instant.
Mr. Cao didn't say anything. He would definitely not show Tang Ning's performance when looking at the painting to Gu Weijing.
However.
Since this was said by Cao Xuan in person, Tang Ning’s dissatisfaction is also Mr. Cao’s business, so Yang, the migrant worker, should just do what he said.
"I will make a final check with Teacher Tang later," Lao Yang said.
"No need. You can go find the teacher. This is the teacher's intention, not mine."
Tang Ning turned her head away, and finally let go of her unhappiness. Lao Yang vented his anger.
"When I'm angry, drink some water to calm down the anger. I think I've gone too far."
Mr. Cao crossed his fingers and placed them on the walking stick, like a kind old father trying to comfort him. daughter.
"Teacher, I can’t say anything about the decision you made. It’s just that you never consider my opinion when making decisions. Why bother asking me about my mood? You said that I am a person with a true temperament, so I I don't want to deceive you."
Tang Ning said through gritted teeth.
"Your mood."
Lao Cao said leisurely, "Xiao Ning, I entrusted Lao Yang to tell me personally that you are moving forward to paint Chinese paintings for the people behind you. The latecomers will pave the way, and I hope you won’t be happy when you give me a hand. You wrote in the note you handed me when I spoke at the annual meeting that you want to open an exhibition to preserve the beauty of art and bring home the beauty of art. The nostalgia of the country and the torrent of the times have integrated the perspective of all contemporary oriental painters on the world into a small paintbrush."
"But when I announce that you will give away half of your booth for free. When those Eastern painters had no chance to participate in the art exhibition, you came to quarrel with me hysterically."
"Isn't this right?"
Cao Xuan looked in front of him. of that painting.
“If you are poor, you can be alone, and if you are prosperous, you can help the world.”
“Many people regard painting as a means of making a living. They regard the art market as a hunting ground for you and me to compete. The brush in his hand seems to have turned into a sword."
"There are only a few people who can look down on all living beings. There are only 100 people on the Hurun Rich List, and the annual income is 100. Ten thousand to the top of the list, one billion a year, and I will climb to the top step by step. If I don’t cut you down, you will kick me down.”
“It’s not wrong to think so. Who wouldn’t be more enthusiastic? Where is your position? It’s not your teacher’s position.I had been at the top of the list for many years without moving, so I scolded and tried my best to knock me out of the position of an old person who was standing in the lagoon and not taking a shit. This is really too much. ”
Cao Xuan smiled casually.
He is the well-deserved number one person in Chinese painting, a living fossil who has almost witnessed the entire development and changes of modern art.
He was born In that era, people like Monet and Repin were still alive in the world. When he was old, artificial intelligence had begun to impact the entire art industry with unprecedented changes.
There are very few people with the same name. It represents an era.
Cao Xuan is one of them.
From his prime to his gray hair, the old man was a very decent person, gentle and gentle. , probably only when facing close disciples in the quiet room, would you say some such country slang without appearing vulgar
Only in a friendly and friendly manner. Sincerity.
“This can never be said. "
Cao Xuan's tone was deep, like an old faded huqin, "There is just one thing. If you are just a painter, you can think of it this way. If you want to take my position, you can't think like this. Inheritance, what is inheritance, is it an alternation of the highest auction volume? It's not like this. ”
“The Southern Painting Sect is originally a sect of scholar-officials and literati paintings. Every generation of us, you, me, my teacher, my master, my master, from ancient times to the present, we have always enjoyed great High reputation and endless social resources, is this fair?"
"No, it is not fair. "
The old man sighed, asking and answering himself.
"Don't say nonsense that we should be like this because we are good at painting. ”
“There are many people who are good at painting but have no ambition. Tang Bohu was in the brothel Chu Palace, depressed and frustrated, and he dreamed of Yangzhou for ten years. We held banquets with the emperor in the palaces of the Forbidden City. When Xu Wei was roaring and piercing the kidney sac with his sharp vertebra in despair, we were in the mansion of Jiangnan celebrities and ministers, appraising the gains and losses of painters of the past dynasties. When the mountains and rivers are broken, we can still find a quiet room and continue to swim among the colors of pen and ink in a quiet little world. "
"Even if the painting is good, can it be that just because the painting is good and has some fame, it is the homeless people who should starve to death, not us?"
"Say something. To be honest, even if you are your teacher, I have never experienced any real hardship in my life. I lived a hard life for several years during the war years, but to be honest, compared with the soldiers who died on the anti-Japanese battlefield and the ordinary people who sold their children during the famine of 1942, the hardships I endured were nothing."
“Just because I am considered a great talent for the next generation of the Southern Painting Sect, everyone loves and protects me. Therefore, it is always me who owes the brush in my hand, not the other way around. Therefore, I must learn to love all painters, love all younger generations, and love every younger generation in the world who is willing to learn Eastern art.No matter north or south, no matter nationality or race. ”
“Because that’s what those seniors did to me. This is my responsibility and an obligation I cannot escape. "Lao Cao's voice was hoarse, and there was an immortal fire burning in it.
"What is inheritance? It's love, it's benevolence. This is inheritance. ”
Cao Xuan’s dead wood-like fingers were tightly clasped together above the crutch, as if this old man who believed in Buddhism was praying to the gods in the void, and as if he had to draw enough strength from the earth. Only then can I express the heavy burden on my shoulders.
“When I recall the moment when the teacher took my hand by the bed, I can always feel that at that moment I was no longer a child, an underachiever. crowned young man, but the father and mother of all painters. I must embrace everyone with the most selfless and clearest care. They are never your enemies, but your children. "
"Xiao Ning, when you feel this way, you can tell me about taking over my class. I'm gonna be happy. ”
Tang Ning listened silently to the teacher’s words.
Treat everyone with the same love and kindness as a parent.
That’s what she imagined in her mind
It seems that there is an unprecedented macro perspective unfolding above the teacher's head.
The world seems to be a bright galaxy.
Everyone holding a brush. All the painters are one of the twinkling stars, and her teacher is the Milky Way itself.
This is probably the heart of a saint. This is the feeling of holding the universe in your chest.
"Take this picture of wisteria flowers back and take a good look at the letter I wrote to you. " Cao Xuan's voice showed fatigue, "I gave that picture of hundreds of flowers to Gu Weijing. It was the first work in your life to win a grand prize. It is quite meaningful for the two of you to exchange a painting. "What do you think, Xiao Ning?"
Old Yang couldn't help but curl his lips with regret.
Alas, it seems that there is nothing he can take back.
He saw that it was really difficult for Mr. Cao to be a "parent". The old man had been trying to ease the relationship between Tang Ning and Gu Weijing.
The half-truth and half-falseness of the joint art exhibition. Just kidding, this is the first time.
If Tang Ning is willing to agree, it will be a huge favor for Gu Weijing. Tang Ning can personally carry him to the artist's Baidu in a joint exhibition. List.
The oil painting thing is naturally not worth mentioning.
This is the second time I have given him my review of the wisteria painting.
It’s a pity that Tang Ning didn’t answer.
This is the third time to change the painting.
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