President Lu's sweet wife

Chapter 83 083 Old Artist
"I knew uncle was the best."

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Song Yue's road was not going smoothly, not only was it not smooth, but he also had a bad nose. Zheng Qiu directly asked him to find Lu Zhiyuan. If Song Yue dared to threaten her, she would ask Lu Zhiyuan to threaten Song Yue in the name of a young apprentice.

Song Yue endured and endured, and went to look for Lu Zhiyuan overnight for the sake of his niece, but he didn't go in.

Song Yue almost laughed angrily, the young master of the Lu family really thought he could successfully inherit the property of Lu and Feng!
No matter how unhappy Song Yue was, he had to attend Zheng Qiu's last apprentice acceptance banquet the next day, and he was in the same circle, so he still had to give face.

This feast of apprenticeship was extremely grand. In addition to the gathering of heavyweight figures from the major art circles, there were also people from the business circle to join in. Each of them had a pivotal position in the professional field.

Toasting and staggering, talking about the quiet feelings.

Gu Cici was dressed in a blue dress with shoulders, and a set of water blue glass accessories around her neck. She was beautiful and agile, and she came down the stairs gracefully.

Song Yue was stunned for a moment, feeling vaguely familiar...

But it disappeared quickly, and I couldn't find any familiarity.

Zheng Qiu enthusiastically pulled over the young apprentice, she was nearly seventy years old, and she already had thirteen direct apprentices, and Gu Cici was the fourteenth.Zheng Qiu was really happy, she didn't expect that the newly recruited apprentice would come to practice basic skills according to her schedule.

Although her basic skills are loose, the little girl has a good foundation and hard work, and her every move is very beautiful. She is getting older, and she doesn't require her movements so rigidly. She feels comfortable when she looks beautiful. Although art is not limited to being beautiful, there are What does it matter? Seeing the soft and tender little girl dance so pleasing to the eye, she likes it no matter what she sees: "Come, meet your uncles and aunts." Became uncles.

"Teacher Zheng, what do you mean, you seem to be very caring?" He even personally greeted the little apprentice with him.

"I heard that she is... hey, don't mention it, she can't dance at all. Teacher Zheng is also unlucky."

"Children nowadays are too utilitarian. They dare to worship any master, and they don't even think about it. If they don't have the support of the Lu family in the future, it won't be like a joke."

Some respected old masters have mixed feelings of joy and sorrow, and capital intervenes. Sometimes they have no choice but to look at Lao Zheng's posture today. For a while, they don't know if she really likes this apprentice, or because she succumbs to the person behind him?
Professor Yang came out with a glass of wine: "What? Who are you talking bad about?"

"No one." These old guys won't talk like young people.

"Yes, you looked at Lao Zheng just now with complicated eyes. Do you think that Lao Zheng has taken in the wrong apprentice? Her apprentice has a wrong background."

The obvious thing: "Go and talk while we discuss painting and calligraphy."

"I want to be here even more. That little girl is called Gu Ci Ci. She is not only good-looking, but also smart and quick-witted. She is very spiritual in learning things. The old sister has found a treasure."

Several people looked at him immediately, talking nonsense.

"Don't believe me? Let me state first, she is my student now, and whoever robs me will quit."

"It's the same as the truth."

"It's for the sake of whose sake it's accepted. I don't think the people here know about it." Besides, it's just a girlfriend on the bright side, so we can talk about it for a long time.

Professor Yang quit: "I'm not happy when you talk like that!"

Who cares if you are happy or not.

"You can criticize her boyfriend for being exaggerated, and insisting on getting her a dancing master, and not doing a good job, but you must never say that my apprentice is not good enough for Old Sister Zheng. When I came in, did you see the painting at the door? That little girl painted it. You just said how about the ink painting of the wind and rain?"

"Did she draw the painting at the door?" Song Moshan, who hadn't spoken for a while, spoke.

Professor Yang knew that he understood, and immediately leaned over: "That brushstroke, that realm, that natural craftsmanship, that kind of depressive explosive power that will split the sky, is it depressing and shocking? Don't look at this little girl's weak writing. , but the things painted are very powerful. That girl Zheng Qiu accepted her, she was the one who got the favor, and judging by her attitude, she knew that she had dug a treasure, put it on me, and I posted it upside down, hey, don’t steal it from me , although we have not formally apprenticed, but I am his teacher, a teacher for one day and a father for life, understand."

"The painting at the door was done by her alone? Without your guidance."

"I'm an instructor. I only have a little bit of ink painting skills. I buried it a long time ago. Don't you think I'm very talented." Professor Yang and You Rongyan.

Song Moshan said lightly: "There is still a bit of fire."

"You are stubborn. In the Fine Arts Department of Digong University, no one wants to compete with me. I squeezed out many opponents to become the teacher of this class of freshmen. Coupled with my persistent self-recommendation every day, she will be my apprentice sooner or later."

Song Moshan didn't speak.

"You don't believe it, do you? Just the landscape painting at the door, which she only came into contact with since the beginning of school. She is best at still life painting. Let me show you her homework."

"Three months?"

Professor Yang took out his mobile phone: "Look, the level of still life is inexplicably different from others, look at this one, this one! You all come here!"

Song Moshan gave him a condescending look, but there was nothing he could do about it, the one surnamed Yang said: "She hasn't agreed yet."

Promise: "I have nothing to say."

Yes it's okay: "Drawing and dancing are two different things."

"How do you know that the little girl can't do well? I haven't heard a word that art is interlinked. Besides, you also take care of calligraphy in addition to painting. I also have a side job of fishing. Why can't Cici be able to dance? I'll just wait." Looking at my little apprentice, ten or twenty years later, the day when he masters the art world.

The few people lost their spirits immediately after being told by him: "Is the painting at the door really painted by that little girl?"

"Is it interesting, how many times have you asked?" Of course they don't like the right and wrong mixed in by capital, but they are tolerant enough for talented juniors.

"And that Lu Zhiyuan, what's the matter with the rich second generation? As for the one who makes you talk eccentrically, you can look down on him who was born with nothing. Just that kid, in order to chase after my apprentice, he watched all my works, and Copying it in my class is for the sake of the little girl, do you understand?"

"..."

"Young and frivolous feelings are the most sincere. They are in a serious relationship. If you old guys don't understand, don't think so dirty."

"What we said, you have to say it all the time."

"Okay, old Yang is drinking and drinking."

"I don't drink it, Lao Song, you are good at ink painting, tell them how my apprentice is doing."

Song Moshan and Zheng Qiu are still on fire, but they have to say: "The artistic conception has been revealed." Ink and wash emphasizes meaning rather than form, and not many can interpret it to this extent.

Seeing that his father was here, Song Yue also came over.

(End of this chapter)