Almighty painter

Chapter 457 Confession
There was a click.

The door's deadbolt made a turning sound.

An old woman in a black apron opened the door. She stepped aside and let out the elderly man on crutches behind her.

Cao Xuan stood in the evening breeze, not knowing how long he had just listened.

Lao Yang hurriedly wanted to run over and help the old man, but Tang Ning pulled him away in disgust.

"Go away, that's my teacher, you can't help me."

Tangning trotted over and reached out to hold the teacher's arm.

"Teacher, please don't come out, be careful of the wind. Let's go inside and talk."

The old man, like a angry child, turned sideways and avoided Tang Ning's outstretched hand.

"Has it a long way to go?"

Lao Yang felt aggrieved.

This is the great master!

It's not humiliating for you to learn from Tangning.

It's obvious that he came here to ask for punishment. How beautiful these words are!

"From an emotional point of view, I hope that the old man will live long. One hundred years is not enough. He wants to live two hundred years. He wants to live in this world forever and be my teacher."

"If you really like him, just let Senior Brother Lin teach him. Even if you want, I am willing to teach him personally and make him my official student, my founding disciple."

"In my impression, haven't you always been lazy in teaching students, thinking they are all stupid people and looking down on them? Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

As people get older, they are most taboo about hearing words about how their time is running out.

"My teacher, when did you become a person who can only listen to unrealistic and beautiful words?"

She raised her head and looked directly into Cao Xuan's sharp and bright eyes seriously, "From the perspective of a good student, that's what I'm saying just now. It's also what you are doing in my heart."

Mr. Cao was silent for a few seconds and asked playfully.

Cao Xuan stared at the disciples in the courtyard with bright eyes.

"Well, we just got together in a hurry. It's my fault. Miss Tang didn't mean it this way. Master, please don't take it to heart -" Lao Yang smoothed over the situation with considerable foresight, preparing to liven up the atmosphere.

Cao Xuan raised his eyelids.

The starting point for her debut is too high, and she enjoys too many resources. There is no need to use her emotional intelligence on idle people.

Don’t even say it if you can.

He looked a little angry, frowned and said, "Since you feel in your heart that I don't have long to live, then an old man who wants to hurry up while taking advantage of the last ray of sunset may not be blown by the evening breeze." Hurry up?"

"If you live in confusion and confusion. Even if you really live to be two hundred years old, then in my heart, the teacher who was so great and wise when he was young, who could bravely look at himself and the whole world with the same discerning eyes, You will definitely feel like you are actually dead.”

Tangning didn't shy away either.

Check it out.

Lao Yang stopped talking.

Cao Xuan and several disciples can accept it.

Not only did he express his strong opinions, but he also left room for maneuver, and he also flattered the teacher.

Mr. Cao glanced at Mr. Yang with the same disgust, "I'm asking my disciple a question, and you don't have the right to speak here."

Even Lao Yang thinks this suggestion is really good.

He had no reason to be dissatisfied with this result.

Tangning said.

Being able to become a first-class painter attracting worldwide attention at the age of forty means that his way of doing things is unmatched by others.

Lao Yang whistled silently in his chest.

Lao Yang's heart tightened.

Even for Gu Weijing, it might be a win-win outcome...

"Then I'll listen to you. If I don't take Gu as my guide, I will push you completely. Isn't it just that you are confused and unexamined?"

He usually pays great attention to some homophones and numbers that sound similar to the word "death" when he speaks.

He snorted softly.

Many people think that Tang Ning is arrogant and doesn't like aggressive people. This may be true, but her emotional intelligence is actually very high.

"No, I still despise him now. However, since you think he has something outstanding, teacher. Just for your sake, I am willing to give him a hand. I, as a disciple, can make the teacher happy, can I see it? It doesn't matter if you fuck him. I will teach him well."

"Quiet."

"Oh? This is quite different from Xiao Ning's tone in your interview with "Oil Painting"."

Tangning said it very calmly.

Hearing his favorite disciple say such harsh words, Cao Xuan would probably be really sad.

"Why not? Even if other senior brothers and sisters are here, I will say this."

If he didn't know that he had the opportunity to pass by the throne of the "Emperor" of Painter so closely.

Being accepted as Tang Ning's founding disciple is already a great opportunity that is hard to find in the world.

seriously.

Regardless of how old Yang was, he was older than Tang Ning.

Back when he was studying at Central America, if such a big pie was placed in front of him, he would definitely kneel down and show it to you on the spot.

Be reasonable, don't act like that.

Even today, if Tang Ning dared to accept her, he, Old Yang, would dare to kneel down immediately.

Humph.

Who knows that we are such a free and unpretentious man?

"That's nice to say, so I thought about accepting him as a closed disciple, but Xiao Ning, are you unhappy again?" Mr. Cao grinned, smiled, and continued to ask.

"This is different. The closed disciple is of great significance. It is enough for me to be the disciple. He is not worthy of an eighteen-year-old child. I am willing to accept Gu as a disciple because you like him. I am here to make you happy. .”

"I don't allow you to take me as a student. The inheritance of calligraphy and painting is too important. I can't let you be confused for a moment and trust others. This is also to make you happy. Preventing you from making unknown decisions is what I really want to do. Hello."

Tangning's tone softened.

"Teacher, this is my suggestion, and it is also the most correct suggestion. Regarding the issue of successor, you have delayed it for too long. Instead of letting other media guess, you have lost patience with this matter. Or... …I’m sorry, it’s not nice to say it, but I have to say it. Because other senior brothers don’t dare to say it, and no one else in the world can say it except me.”

Tangning's eyes were filled with worry.

"You have no children, and our disciples are your children. The ancients said that when you are seventy, you will not stay at night, when you are eighty, you will not stay for food, and when you are ninety, you will not stay for sitting. I hope you can live longer than Nanshan. However, an old man of this age will There are too many possibilities of accidents. I know you don't shy away from talking about death. What if? What if you leave without leaving any words? Do you want to see us like Picasso's descendants? , noisy back and forth, making a fuss, so that outsiders can laugh at it."

"Your property, the works you left behind. Whether you donate it to a memorial hall, establish a charity foundation, or leave it to your senior brothers. I don't have any objection. I don't want it either."

Tangning was really angry.

As one of the most successful top artists in the world, Dongxia Artists ranks unparalleled on the Hurun Rich List.

Cao Xuan didn't say that works like Andy Warhol's are worth an aircraft carrier formation.

anyway. Cao Xuan definitely has more than 300 million US dollars in assets, and that doesn't include the paintings he left behind, whose prices should rise again after his death.

And Cao Xuan doesn’t have any children yet.

Lin Tao had such a big reaction when he heard about the bet.

It's because they, the disciples, know the inside story better than outsiders.

Gu Weijing may not even know it himself.

If this head is really knocked down, consider the importance of closed disciples.

With any luck.

Not to mention anything else, it is not impossible to directly pay one or two billion US dollars to come back.

How many great painters who have been famous for a long time will never make so much money in their lifetime.

In the entire history of mankind, if you just look for it with a magnifying glass, you can find very few such valuable ring heads.

Tangning casually gave all these things to other disciples.

But Tangning was also really stingy.

She only wants the most valuable things, and she will never retreat, never give in, or let go.

"I don't care about any of that. I just want your place in the painting world."

"Since the day I attended the Shanghai Biennale at the age of 20, I have believed that I am the most suitable candidate for your calligraphy and painting bloodline. I will not give up even a step on this."

Tangning said straightforwardly without any hypocrisy.

"I say whatever comes to my mind. I have never been like my senior brothers. Even when I was a child, I would speak out my innermost thoughts to you even if I knew I would be hit by a cane. Isn't this what you liked most about me in the past?"

Cao Xuan listened quietly.

The old gentleman seemed to have thought of the past when he taught that little girl to paint.

In the study room under the warm sunshine, the little girl with braided braids sucking candied haws and standing on tiptoes watching him draw is still vivid in the old man's memory.

Cao Xuan's hair began to turn slightly white at that time, and he felt very old.

Now that I think about it, I realize that it was almost thirty years ago.

"Yes."

Cao Xuan sighed softly, recalling what happened back then, and the old man's eyebrows became gentle.

"You are always the boldest one and the one who is least afraid of me. I was always thinking that a girl with such a personality must be very eclectic in her paintings."

This time he stretched out his hand for Tangning to take.

"It turns out that what you thought was not bad at all." Tangning smiled and reached out to hold the teacher's arm.

"That's well said. People, listening to too many flattery words with a smile and listening to others' innermost thoughts is like drinking too much soft, sweet porridge that is not good for the body. Occasionally chewing stir-fried rice The bitter cabbage has a unique flavor. I must have been holding these words in my heart for a long time. Lin Tao, Ziming and others may have thought so too, but no one dared to say it to me face to face."

Mr. Cao shook his head.

"The sun sets and the journey is far away, and the opposite is true. Come to think of it, you are the only one who dares to say this to me. This is indeed what I like about Xiao Ning. Come on, let's go into the house and talk."

Lao Yang stared at this strange pair of master and apprentice.

this moment,
He finally believed that Mr. Cao's "well said" when he opened the door was indeed not an irony.

Lao Yang looked at the man holding hands like a father and daughter.

"Mr. Cao Xuan, do you agree with Ms. Tang's suggestion?"

He couldn't help but feel a slight movement in his heart, as if he had realized something.
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The room where Cao Xuan lives temporarily is the former residence of the national treasure painter Klimt, although it has not been converted into a tourist attraction like the coffee shop Zweig frequented or Mozart's former residence on the corner.

However, the descendants of the great painter still tried their best to preserve the old furnishings as much as possible.

There is a white carved fireplace, a brown log picture frame, a garden-shaped crystal ceiling hanging from the ceiling, and an oriental-style porcelain bottle with vertical ears.

The painting in the frame is of course a replica.

It is impossible for Klimt's descendants to let the oil paintings worth millions of dollars still be roasted by the smoke of the fireplace for decades, but it can be seen that they worked very hard to freeze the time in this square room in the 19th century. mid-seventies.

No TV, no cars.

But it was the most glorious era of the entire Habsburg dynasty.

Tangning could imagine that Klimt was painting silently in this room, with his model sitting on the sofa next to him, a young girl wearing the most fashionable white sunhat at the time.

Klimt's brush fell, and the girl's flesh-colored skin shone on the linen canvas in front of him with the eerie and magnificent light unique to the Vienna Secession painting method.

From Klimt, to Cao Xuan, and then to her.

The artistic time spanning centuries is solidified in a small room.

It was as if Klimt had just pushed open the door while he was having dinner half an hour ago, and the next moment, she and the teacher pushed open the door and walked in together.

Tangning saw red wine, two goblets, sliced ​​Argentinian sausage and blueberry cake on the coffee table.

This was obviously not prepared for Lao Yang.

"It turns out that the teacher said he couldn't see me and was soft-spoken and soft-hearted, but in fact he was always waiting for me. After all, the teacher loves me the most."

Seeing this, Tangning became even bolder.

Anyway, that’s all for today, so let’s talk it through.

"Teacher, you have indeed done a lot of wrong things in the past few months. I won't mention what happened at the annual meeting. I also think that the bet was just a whim. I heard that Gu Weijing even rushed to send a painting. To please you?"

Tangning pursed her lips and scolded her.

"And you actually accepted it?"

"You have personally set the rule of not buying three things and not accepting five things."

"The reason why principles can be good words is that they cannot be easily exceeded. Even a child's painting is accepted. If this kind of thing spreads, what will those famous people who you once refused to give paintings think? Those dignitaries. What would they think? What would Senior Brother Liu’s father think? You are slapping them in the face."

"It's so confusing!"

She couldn't help but complain.

"Xiao Ning?"

Mr. Cao sat on the sofa and spoke softly, interrupting the other party.

"Well, teacher, please speak."

"Xiao Ning, what you said is good and makes sense. You have said so much tonight, so how about you listen to my reasoning."

Mr. Cao asked slowly.

"What you said is very good and correct. When I think there is only one thing, you may not have thought about it."

"What's going on?" Tangning frowned.

Mr. Cao turned his face sideways, looked at his female apprentice, and asked softly with a smile.

"Have you ever thought about what if you can't teach Gu Weijing? What if he draws better than you?"

suddenly.

Shocking.

(End of this chapter)