Almighty painter

Chapter 73 Tangning
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In front of the presidential suite, the doorbell rang.

After a few seconds, the door opened.

"Who is it, Mr. Cao is taking a nap."

Lao Yang's confused face appeared behind the oak door of the hotel room.

Mr. Cao is very old, and if he lives alone, if he has a headache or something, it is difficult to take care of him.

In addition, the presidential suite of the hotel itself has a small suite where the secretary lives, so Lao Yang and Cao Lao live in the same room.

He heard the doorbell ring, opened the door, and saw Professor Lin Tao standing at the door of the room wearing a bathrobe, holding a mobile phone in one hand, and leaning on his waist with the other hand.

"Oh, it's Professor Lin. What's the matter with you? If necessary, I can call Mr. Cao?"

The impatience on Lao Yang's face quickly disappeared and he smiled.

For this old Cao's second disciple, he showed no airs.

"Since it's lunch break, don't disturb the teacher's rest."

Lin Tao immediately lowered his voice and waved to Lao Yang, indicating that he was not in a hurry.

"Call me when the teacher wakes up, and I'll come back."

"No, I'm awake now, come in."

Cao Lao's voice came from the back room.

When Lin Tao walked into the room, he saw Mr. Cao wearing a Tang suit jacket, sitting on the sofa in the suite.

The teacher seemed to have just gotten up, holding a cup of Biluochun in his hand that had just been poured out of the thermos that Lao Yang had placed on the tea table.

The smoke in the tea cup is faint, and it looks a bit fairy-like.

"Teacher, let me show you a picture."

Lin Tao lit up the phone screen and handed the phone over.

"Are you drinking again?"

Mr. Cao took the mobile phone from his apprentice.

He didn't look at the painting immediately, but glared at Professor Lin Tao.

"Entertainment, entertainment."

Professor Lin Taoda shrank his neck immediately after being stared at by his master.

"Government officials in Yangon held a celebration banquet for the first phase of the project in the morning. The mayor of Yangon is here. You, a great artist, are unwilling to participate. As an apprentice, I have to have two drinks on behalf of the teacher."

"Make excuses. You can't even manage your own mouth well, so you're useless. How old you are, I don't believe that if you don't drink, you can force-fed someone else into your mouth?"

Even though Lin Tao was about to reach retirement age, the little old man was still very majestic when he taught his apprentice a lesson.

Lin Tao could only smile embarrassingly.

"Don't die in front of my old bones."

"Look at the painting, you look at the painting first." Lin Tao quickly changed the subject.

Mr. Cao took the tortoiseshell reading glasses from his assistant and put them on the bridge of his nose.

"This painting, which artist wants to ask you to give me some pointers?"

Cao Lao looked down at the painting and said in a flat tone.

"It's very ordinary, nothing special. You can point out this kind of painter, and you still need me to help him?"

The little old man took a casual glance and knew that this was a work of an ordinary professional painter.

"The painting itself is nothing at all, but do you know who painted it?"

Lin Tao sat beside him, with a bit of uncontrollable excitement in his tone: "It was just drawn by the kid you have a crush on."

"Gu Weijing?"

Cao Lao's originally flat tone rose slightly.

"Yes, it's him. It's only been a few weeks, and he looks like a decent painter. The teacher really has a good eye." Lin Tao praised sincerely.

When Cao Lao originally praised Gu Weijing, Lin Tao was still a little unconvinced.

At least he felt that the other party couldn't bear Cao Lao's words of "better than my old bone" at the current level.

This sentence was indeed shocking at the time, but among the people present, he, Professor Yang Mei, who is the second apprentice of Mr. Cao, probably knew what this sentence meant.

Only he knows how important this sentence is.

Asian culture emphasizes the inheritance of master and apprentice. The bricklayer at the end of the street, the carpenter at the door, the sugar painting seller who sells cloth in the street, and the small family are small, worrying about teaching the apprentice to starve to death.

But the more accomplished a teacher is, the more he has a sense of responsibility to pass on, and the more he has the boldness to hope that every mountain will be higher than every other mountain.

Fame and fortune, Professor Lin Tao and the others who are old students of Cao, already have what they should have in their lifetime.

They have been looking forward to the stars and the moon for a lifetime, but what they are looking forward to is that the teacher can spit out a sentence from his mouth-it's so good, the blue is better than the blue, you stand higher than me, and go further.

"You are better than me."

This is the highest compliment Lin Tao can imagine.

pity.

Lin Tao couldn't do it.

In their generation, there were only five brothers and sisters who were really allowed by Mr. Cao to kowtow to worship their masters.

The one with the best talent is the eldest brother, who was truly regarded by Mr. Cao as the successor. Unfortunately, he was caught in a shipwreck at a young age and passed away early.

That was also the heaviest blow that his master Cao Lao had suffered since he became famous, and it could almost be regarded as a white hair overnight.

After that, I was the oldest, and Tang Ning was the youngest. She was Mr. Cao's 60-year-old birthday girl who came from a family of calligraphy and painting in the south of the Yangtze River.

Among them, brothers and sisters, there is really none who can say that going up a mountain is higher than a mountain.

It's not that they don't work hard, but the artist's level is really hard to come by.

When he was a young apprentice, he looked up and saw Cao Lao was a towering mountain.

When he became famous in middle age, Mr. Cao was still a mountain soaring into the clouds that the peak could not be seen.

Now that he is getting older, he can finally vaguely see the scenery of the mountain top, but Lin Tao also knows that he has reached the pinnacle of his skills.

It is already a hundred-foot club head, and it will be extremely difficult to go further.

There is a well-used saying that success is 99% sweat plus 1% inspiration, but that 1% inspiration is more important than 99% sweat.

For painters, sometimes talent is more important than mere hard work.

This painting is not worthy of Lin Tao's fuss, there are many people who can paint better than this.

But it is really rare to be able to make such a big progress in a short period of time.

Especially in the future this may be his apprentice.

"The stroke of the ink mark retracts within the line, and there is no going back. It is indeed a bit of the essence of Chinese painting."

Cao Lao zoomed in on the photo, took a serious look at the movement of the pen, and nodded in satisfaction.

"It's much stronger than my age."

Professor Lin Tao said.

"That's not as good as Xiao Ning. At Xiao Ning's age, he already has a bit of style in painting."

Cao Lao's face is still serious.

"You don't really want Gu Weijing to participate in the Lion City Art Exhibition, do you?"

Lin Tao asked.

In his opinion, if it is just about the difficulty of participating in art exhibitions alone.Gu Weijing already has an impressive sketching level, but it may be easier to meet the requirements of the competition by painting oil paintings.

In fact, in terms of the personal preferences of foreign curators, painting Chinese paintings is more difficult than painting simple oil paintings.

To put it bluntly, some foreigners really cannot get the beauty of oriental art.

Especially for two paintings of similar level, the curator committee will undoubtedly prefer to choose an oil painting.

This is determined by the cultural environment and aesthetic ability.

"There's no reason to be serious about what I said."

Mr. Cao shook his head, "Tangning was only 22 years old when she won the Master Award at the Shanghai Art Biennale, not much older than Gu Weijing is now. If you want to be my closed disciple, of course you have the courage and strength. "

"It's incomparable. What kind of family is Junior Sister Ning? What kind of family is this Gu Weijing. They are not of the same class at all."

Lin Tao shook his head with a wry smile.

Junior sister Tang Ning was born in a giant family in the south of the Yangtze River. It is one of the most famous calligraphers and painters since the Southern Song Dynasty.

In ancient times, how many painters could have such conditions?
There is no comparison with Gu Weijing.

"It doesn't matter whether you like it or not. But from today on, Lin Tao, you will start to teach Gu Xiaozi systematically. He can already start to learn the really strong things in Chinese painting. Let's start teaching from painting flowers."

Faced with Lin Tao's doubts, Mr. Cao was a little noncommittal.

(End of this chapter)