Almighty painter

Chapter 460 Inheritance
It would certainly not be difficult for a master like Tang Ning to make the painting look better than the overall feeling of "Wisteria Flowers" with a little polish and simple and crude techniques.

But this way.

You can neither fool yourself nor the teacher.

Pointless.

"I've been busy with the art exhibition recently. Many things are in a hurry. Teacher, if you just talk casually at the opening of the annual meeting, my agent will go crazy. I am not alone. I have a whole team to rely on. I’m here to eat.”

Tangning 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 sighing softly in a deep voice.

"It is most rare to calm down and concentrate one's energy without getting sick."

Anyway.

Cao Xuan suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the corner when he said this.

Tangning raised her head, opened her mouth, and looked at the teacher to stop her.

"I said Xiao Ning just criticized the technical details of this painting. Can you remember it?"

When artists reach a certain status, what they earn in the market is a sense of invincibility.

Lao Yang didn't know whether Mr. Cao was commenting on this "Wisteria Flower Picture" or whether he was talking about it for the female disciples. Maybe it was both.

"They are all genuine and good principles. Gold has a price, but knowledge is priceless."

But just this sentence.

Tangning did not answer the call.

"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. Give these words to Gu Wei He sent it intact, saying that it was Xiao Ning who pointed it out to him. By the way, Xiao Ning looked at his paintings for a long time and said that his paintings were not vulgar. She thought they were interesting and worth trying to figure out. moon."

Lao Yang, who had been playing sculptures in the shadows like "You can't see me, you can't see me" and "Grandpas and aunts, you are arguing, the younger one is just a wooden figure", shook his head and poked his head out from the corner. .

Lao Yang has no other advantages. He has always been very self-aware.

But it happened that he, Lao Yang, was able to maintain his position as the working emperor with such a respectable appearance and at a relatively young age. Isn't this proof of his outstanding business ability?

When he grew up like him, he didn't use his memory much when he was young, and he spent a lot of time memorizing poems. When you get older, don’t work hard on your business and make more money.

Why should he chase a girl, a young lady sunbathing on the beach?
The industry of art agents and personal assistants is filled with handsome men and beautiful women.

"The paintings I drew are not tacky. Tang Ning thinks they are interesting. They are worthy of her own reflection for a few months." - Mr. Cao asked Lao Yang to convey the words, taking care of Tang Ning's face. He said it very euphemistically and did not mention it. What should I do if I say "He draws better than you?".

"You're listening, what's going on?"

Feeling inferior is another concept.

What happened to the ugliness?
Are you eating someone else’s rice?

Painting well or painting badly is a concept.

Cao Xuan shook his head with a smile.

"Xiao Ning, that boy owes you a favor."

She doesn't care about Gu Weijing's bullshit and unkindness.

hard to imagine.

Lao Yang, who can serve as Mr. Cao's personal assistant and also takes on most of the responsibilities of an agent, certainly didn't get to where he is today by flattering him.

The people next to him didn't dare to brag, because he had a very good memory.

He thought for a moment.

This gentleman was in those days.

"Did you remember what you just heard?"

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.

Not to mention stepping on her face.

Lao Yang once read books for two days and was able to recite "The Complete Works of Yeats" in English in the Nanhu Park next to Central Academy of Fine Arts, with roses in his hands and fluttering sleeves... and his face was full of wrinkles when he smiled. , an artistic and ugly young man who looks like a Chihuahua who hasn’t shed his hair yet.

"Go back two or three hundred years, in those days when scriptures were passed down privately and money could not buy true scriptures. These few sentences alone are worthy of the courtesy of many painters who have no education, as a way to pay homage to their elders."

To chase girls.

In her mind, Gu Weijing came to her master's door on his knees to beg for food.

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.

Gu Weijing held it in his hand and threw it out at the right time and place.

In fact, Lao Yang was not qualified to listen to these words.

Would a rich man care about the favor of a beggar?
Besides, is this a matter of favor?
Tang Ning didn't want her subduing words to fall into the ears of any outsider except the three people in the room.

Cao Xuan patted the female student on the back, as if he had done something very interesting.

After all, it is not difficult to tug on her sleeves and tug on her career.

What is Tangning's status?

What is the status of Gu Weijing?

Tang Ning didn't want the other person's favor. She just hoped that the other person would stop "sticking" to her, just Amitabha.

On any other occasion, Tang Ning would never have said what she said today, giving others the opportunity to make a fuss about her.

It was purely out of respect for the teacher that she chose 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 eyes that were extremely dark and the whites of his eyes were extremely white, as if they could see 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 man with hollow eyelashes, and he figured out the key points in an instant. Mr. Cao didn't say anything. He would definitely not expose Tang Ning's performance when looking at the painting to Gu Weijing.

but.

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'll make a final check with Teacher Tang later -" Lao Yang said.

"No need. You can ask the teacher. This is the teacher's intention, not mine."

Tang Ning turned her head and finally vented her unhappiness through Lao Yang.

"Are you angry? Drink some water to relieve your anger? Do you 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 his angry daughter.

"Teacher, I can't say anything about the decision you made. It's just that you never consider my opinion when making decisions, so why bother asking about my feelings? You said that I am a true-hearted person, so I don't want to deceive you."

Tangning said through gritted teeth.

"Your mood."

Mr. Cao said leisurely: "Xiao Ning, you asked Lao Yang to tell me personally that you are moving forward to pave the way for those who come after you to paint Chinese paintings together. I hope you will be unhappy when you pull Gu Weijing. . You wrote on the note I handed to me when I spoke at the annual meeting that the purpose of opening the exhibition was to preserve the beauty of art, to integrate the nostalgia of home and country, the current of the times, and the perspectives of all contemporary oriental painters on the world into the small world. In a small paintbrush.”

"But when I announced that you would give half of your booth free of charge to those Eastern painters who had no chance to participate in the art exhibition, you came hysterically and came to quarrel with me."

"That's not right."

Cao Xuan looked at the painting in front of him.

"Being poor cares themselves, being wealthy cares the world."

"Many people think of painting as a means of making a living. They regard the art market as a hunting ground for competition, and the paintbrush in their hands seems to have turned into a sword."

"There are only a few people who can look down on all living things from a high place. There are only a hundred positions on the Hurun Rich List. One hundred people, from the shortlisted annual income of one million to the top one with an annual income of one billion, step by step. I don't I’ll cut you down and you’ll kick me off.”

"It's not wrong to think so. Who doesn't yearn for a higher position? You can't, teacher, I have been at the top of the list for many years and have not moved away. You just scolded me and tried your best to keep me in the mess. The person who kicked off the old piece of shit has no sense of style. This is really too much."

Cao Xuan smiled casually.

He is undoubtedly the first person in Chinese painting and a living fossil who has witnessed almost the entire development and changes of modern art.

When he was born, people like Monet and Repin were still alive in the world. When he grew old, artificial intelligence had begun to impact the entire art industry with unprecedented changes.

There are very few people whose name represents an era.

Cao Xuan is one of them.

From the time he was in his prime to his gray hair, the old man was a very respectable person, polite and gentle. It was probably only when he faced his close disciples in the quiet room that he would speak some country slang.

Not vulgar.

Just seem kind and sincere.

"That can never be said."

Cao Xuan's tone was deep, like an old faded huqin, "There's just one thing. If you are just a painter, you can think like this. If you want to take over my position, you can't think like this. Inheritance, what is it? Inheritance, is it an alternation of the highest auction volume, isn’t that the case?”

"The Southern Painting School was originally a sect of scholar-officials and literati paintings. Each generation of us, you, me, my teacher, my master, my ancestor... From ancient times to the present, we have always enjoyed a very high reputation and endless Social resources, is this fair?”

"No, that's not fair."

The old man sighed and asked himself questions.

"Don't talk nonsense like this because we are good at painting."

"There are so many people who are good at painting but are unable to achieve their goals. Tang Bohu was depressed and frustrated in the brothel Chu Palace. When he dreamed of Yangzhou for ten years, we were having banquets with the emperor in the palaces of the Forbidden City. Xu Wei roared When we desperately pierced the kidney sac with sharp vertebrae, we reviewed the gains and losses of painters of all ages in the mansions of famous celebrities in the south of the Yangtze River. When the mountains and rivers are broken, we can still find a quiet room and continue to work in a quiet little world. Travel between pen, ink and color.”

"Even if the painting is good, can it be that just because the painting is good and has some fame, it is the refugees who should starve to death instead of us?"

"To be honest, even if you are your teacher and I, I have never experienced hardship in the true sense of the word. During the war years, I lived a few years of hardship, but to be honest, with those soldiers who died on the anti-Japanese battlefield , compared with those ordinary people who sold their sons and daughters during the famine of 1942, what does the hardship I endure mean?"

"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 and love All painters love all younger generations, and love every younger generation in the world who is willing to learn Eastern art, regardless of region, north or south, regardless of nationality or race."

"Because that's what those seniors did to me. This is my responsibility and an obligation that I can't escape." Mr. Cao's voice was hoarse, with an immortal fire burning in it.

"What is inheritance? It's called love, it's called benevolence, this is inheritance."

Cao Xuan's dead wood-like fingers were tightly clasped together on top of 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 to lift the heavy burden on his shoulders. come out.

"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, a young man who had not yet reached his prime, but the father and mother of all painters. I must The most selfless and clearest care, open your arms to everyone. 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 will be very happy."

Tangning listened to the teacher's words silently.

Treat everyone with parental love and kindness.

The feeling she imagined in her mind.

It was as if there was an unprecedented macro perspective unfolding above the teacher's head.

The world seems to be a shining galaxy.

Every painter holding a brush is one of the twinkling stars, and her teacher is the Milky Way itself.

Powerful and powerful.

The saintly heart of the ancient people is probably the feeling of holding the universe in their chest.

"Take this "Wisteria Picture" back and take a good look at the letter I wrote to you." Cao Xuan's voice showed fatigue, "Just give the "Hundred Flowers Picture" to Gu Weijing, that was the first work in your life that won a grand prize. It is quite meaningful for the two of you to exchange a painting. Xiaoning, what do you think?"

Lao Yang couldn't help but pout regretfully.

Alas, it seems that there is nothing for him to 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-false joke about a joint art exhibition was the first time.

If Tang Ning was willing to agree, it would be a huge favor for Gu Weijing. Tang Ning could personally put Gu Weijing on the list of the 100 richest artists in a joint exhibition.

The "Oil Painting" thing is naturally not worth mentioning.

It is the second time that I have given my evaluation of "Wisteria Flowers" to the other party as a personal favor.

Unfortunately, Tangning didn't answer either.

Now it is the third time to change the painting.

(End of this chapter)