Portable Museum

Chapter 209 Painting in the Square
Because Zhang Junping slept for more than ten hours on the plane, Zhang Junping didn't feel sleepy at all.

Zhang Junping sat on the sofa and studied the map of Prussia for a long time, but he didn't understand it.

No way, he doesn't understand German, so naturally he can't understand.

I knew I would have taken an English version of the map.

Putting the newspapers and magazines aside, Zhang Junping changed into casual clothes, jeans, half boots, cashmere sweater, and a woolen jacket.

This kind of clothing is the most common dress on the streets of Berlin.

After Zhang Junping changed his clothes, he left the hotel and walked on the streets of Berlin.

Compared with Japan's fast pace, Berlin is like an old man, all movements are in slow motion.

Berlin is a slow-paced city. Some travel experts often say, if you are tired, go to Berlin.

It can not only relax your body, but also give your spirit a vacation.

People who have never been to Berlin may not be able to imagine that working overtime is illegal in Berlin.

In China, being able to live a [-]-to-[-] life on weekends is already the envy of countless people.

But in Berlin, people work five days a week, and the real working hours in a day are only five or six hours.

This is still in Berlin, the capital of Prussia, and the pace of life is slower in the towns below.

Prussians spend most of their time in leisure.

Leisure is not what we think about. When it comes to rest days, we either call friends and go out to carnival, or just stay in bed and sleep in the dark.

The leisure of Prussians is to travel and vacation with their families, or to clean up their own small home.

Today happened to be Saturday, and there were many pedestrians on the street, but their pace was very slow, as if they were walking.

Along with it, Zhang Junping's pace also slowed down.

Berlin is a city built on ruins, but at this time there is no trace of war at all.

Looking around, you can see exotic buildings, flat roads and shady trees along the roadside.

Another feature of Berlin is that there are many memorial halls and squares.

Street performers can be seen performing in almost every square.

There are those who play the saxophone, those who play the accordion, those who play the guitar and sing, and those who paint.

Most of the people who play in the square are families, playing and playing in the square with their children.

Zhang Junping found a chair and sat down, looking at the casual crowd in this unknown square, he felt extremely relaxed.

Like Zhang Junping, there are not a few people who sit in a daze on the street chairs.

Zhang Junping saw many old people sitting on the chairs around the square, looking at the children running and playing in the middle of the square, with a faint smile on the corner of their mouths, but their eyes were not focused.

It is estimated that he has already immersed himself in his own world, looking for his own happiness in his own spiritual world.

In the past, they were also children running and playing in the square, and they were also fathers who accompanied the children and provided protection at any time.

Now they are old, their children have grown up, and they have left them, and they can only sit on the chairs in the square and recall the happiness of the past.

Zhang Junping saw the rise, got up and bought a set of painting tools in a small art shop near the square.

Although Zhang Junping does not understand German, the Prussians are highly educated and can basically communicate in English in Berlin.

So, basically there is no language barrier.

Put the easel on the side of the square, fix the drawing board on the easel, and put the drawing paper.

Record the harmonious picture in front of you.

Zhang Junping's Western oil paintings are also at the elementary level.

I don't know how the museum space defines elementary, intermediate, and advanced.

Further up, is there still a master level, a grand master level?
However, Zhang Junping surpassed most of the practitioners with just one elementary skill.

A junior calligraphy, junior Chinese painting, let Li Kaihe, Yang Shankui and other calligraphy lovers, let calligraphers like Qi Gong all praise.

What level will the intermediate level be, and what about the advanced level?At most, they are at the level of Wang Xizhi, Liu Zongyuan, and Yan Zhenqing, right?

Even more powerful than this, can it still be like the magic pen Ma Liang?
Or, as described in fantasy novels, where the pen is written with sound, the artistic conception is transformed, and a small world evolves?

Zhang Junping concentrated on recording the harmonious scenes on the square.

Unknowingly, it attracted a lot of viewers.

Everyone was very conscious that no one spoke, and quietly watched Zhang Junping painting there.

It's all Chinese who like to join in the fun, but foreigners also like to join in the fun.

When one person stops to watch Zhang Junping's painting, a second person will be attracted.

Then, more and more people are attracted.

Zhang Junping was so absorbed in the harmonious scene in the square that he didn't notice that the audience was already standing behind him.

Zhang Junping draws very quickly, moves his brush like flying, and is completely immersed in his own world.

When he finished the last stroke and stood up straight, there was a burst of applause behind him.

Zhang Junping was taken aback, and turned around vigilantly.

Only then did he realize that at some point behind him, more than a dozen people were already watching his painting.

"Hi!" A middle-aged fat man in a dark coat and glasses greeted Zhang Junping. The other party spoke German, which Zhang Junping didn't understand, but he could roughly guess it.

"Hello!" Zhang Junping also politely greeted the other party in English.

"Hello! Your drawing is really great!" The fat middle-aged man in glasses praised Zhang Junping in English.

"Thank you!"

"I like your painting very much. I am willing to buy it for [-] marks. Is it possible?" The middle-aged fat man asked directly.

At this time point, one thousand marks is equivalent to about five hundred dollars.

In the eyes of the middle-aged fat man, Zhang Junping is just an unknown little painter, and the price is already very high.

"excuse me, I……"

Just as Zhang Junping was about to refuse, a burly middle-aged man next to him interrupted and said, "Sir, I also like this painting very much.

Also, my wife and kids are on it, so this painting means a lot to me.

I am willing to pay [-] marks for this painting. "

Zhang Junping did not expect that his paintings would be so popular.

Ten thousand marks, some well-known European painters, their paintings can not be sold at this price.

"Okay! I'm really sorry, but without your permission, I drew your wife and children into the painting.

As apologies, this painting is yours. "Zhang Junping decisively agreed to the deal.

It has absolutely nothing to do with money.

Compared with the first middle-aged fat man, this burly middle-aged man is more sincere.

"Thank you! This is my business card. I hope to have the opportunity to see your works in the future!" The burly middle-aged man wrote a check to Zhang Junping, took out another business card and handed it to him.

Zhang Junping took the business card with both hands, glanced at it, and couldn't help laughing.

　Ask for a monthly pass
　　
　
(End of this chapter)