My 1991.

Chapter 37, you are insulting people
The art technical school is located in the north of Baoqing City, close to the suburbs, and some distance from the family home of the Municipal Education Bureau. It took Zhou Kun 25 minutes to get there.

That's why he drives a Santana, otherwise it would have been longer.

Going up to the third floor, as soon as he entered the door, Zhou Kun, who is in his 30s, asked, "What painting? Is it worth calling me all the way?"

Zhou Jingni signaled him to pour the water himself, and then went to the bedroom.

Zhou Kun murmured, coming to my uncle's house so many times, this girl has never brought him tea, and he has to catch up every time. After all, she is also a painter at the Provincial Academy of Painting, and she is also the vice principal of a school. Eh.
Sighing, Zhou Kun grabbed some Tieguanyin and started making tea.

After a while, Zhou Jingni took out two sketches, one of Meng Qingchi and one of herself, and put them in front of her cousin:

"Look, how is this level?"

Zhou Kun didn't care at first, but after a glance, his eyes straightened immediately.

Zhou Jingni looked at him, then at the sketch of Meng Qingchi, and said angrily, "I'm letting you look at the painting, not let you look at people."

"Elegant, generous, beautiful, tsk, this is called temperament."

Under the cannibalistic eyes of his cousin, Zhou Kun couldn't help admiring, and then asked: "Where is she in real life, is she married?"

Zhou Jingni was amused: "Your child can be soy sauce, what? You want to be Pan Shimei?"

Zhou Kun lit a cigarette and said with a sneer, "That's all I'm asking. After all, I'm a painter and I have an instinctive appreciation for beautiful things."

Zhou Jingni sneered: "If I remember correctly, a certain person has been obsessed with a school girl for more than 10 years, and finally returned home to get married and have a child because of discouragement?

How many years have passed?

Forgot the unforgettable beauty so quickly? "

Zhou Kun was unhappy when his scars were exposed: "It is said that beating people does not slap people in the face. This is not your attitude of begging for help."

Zhou Jingni raised Erlang's legs and asked again: "How about these two sketches?"

Zhou Kun put away the jokes and looked down seriously.

For a while, the living room was relatively quiet, one was waiting, and the other was observing carefully.

A few minutes passed without knowing it, and finally Zhou Kun raised his head and said: "Precise, stern, meticulous, meticulous and vivid in brushwork."

Zhou Jingni seemed to understand but half understood, and asked tentatively, "Okay?"

Zhou Kun nodded: "It's not so good, but very good."

Then he asked: "Where did you go on National Day? Who helped you draw this?"

Zhou Jingni said: "I didn't go anywhere, I kept Baoqing during the holidays."

Zhou Kun didn't believe it at all: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, when did Baoqing produce such a master, why didn't I know?"

Zhou Jingni caught a word from his words: "Master? Is your level higher?"

"nonsense!"

Zhou Kun directly exploded a foul language: "If the level is worse than mine, I will blow him up?
I've lived for 37 years, do you think I'm the kind of humble person? "

Hearing this, Zhou Jingni looked at the sketches on the coffee table again, although she had seen them many times, but this time she looked at them more seriously than ever before, and asked: "I think your sketches are also very good, he is better than you where?"

"Look, just one sentence of yours reveals that you are a layman."

Zhou Kun finally had the opportunity to taunt his cousin, and he immediately took pleasure in exhaling, and then said solemnly: "My skills are still in the scope of the academy, and I haven't stepped out of the way of my predecessors.

And these two sketches are vigorous and full-bodied, with the air of a master, and have blazed their own path. "

Then he stared at the two sketches and said, "I have seen a lot of famous paintings and masters in ancient and modern China and abroad, but I have never seen this style of painting. Who is it? Where did you meet this expert?"

Senior?

Grandmaster?

Going out of your own way?
Hearing the words that came out of her cousin's mouth, Zhou Jingni was a little skeptical about her life at the moment, and Lu An's youthful appearance appeared in her mind, and she couldn't help but think to herself: Is he a master at such a young age, or is he his student?

At this moment, she looked at her cousin next to her with something wrong.

Although I didn't particularly like his personality before, I never questioned his painting level.After all, he obtained his current social status with his actual strength. Even in the painting circle, he dare not speak of the whole country, but at least he is well-known in the Huxiang area.

But now, she has completely questioned this "little celebrity"?
A 37-year-old professional painter admits that his level is not as good as a 17-year-old boy, if that's all.

But the most critical question is that one is a profession and the other is an amateur. Lu An's main job is to study for college entrance examinations and get titles on the gold list. He killed a professional painter who boasted about his level with just a swipe of his pen?

It was hard for her to believe it.

"No, Jing Ni, what kind of eyes are you looking at?"

Zhou Kun, who was pondering over the two sketches, felt that his cousin was looking at him strangely, and goose bumps all over his body instantly.

Zhou Jingni folded her chest with both hands, and asked in a very calm tone: "Tell me the truth, you can enter the Provincial Academy of Painting, did you pay for it?"

"What do you mean?"

It’s good to question everything, but you can’t question your professional ethics. Zhou Kun suddenly became angry, sat up straight and said uncomfortably:

"You can doubt my character and my drinking, but you can't doubt my love for painting. You are insulting people."

Face-to-face identification of my cousin's micro-expressions did not seem to be fake, Zhou Jingni did not argue with him, but said: "If I tell you, this person is in Baoqing."

Zhou Kun interrupted: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. I am in Baoqing. If Baoqing has produced such a powerful painter, how could I not know about it?"

Every line has a circle, and circle drawing is no exception.

When a person really integrates into the circle, he will find that no matter how big the area is?How many people are there?In fact, the people who go around are all acquaintances.

Zhou Kun thought that he was already in the first chain of Baoqing's painting circle. If Baoqing really had a talent, even if he didn't know it at the first time, other colleagues would tell him.

It's fine if you're a pure novice. It's understandable that everyone doesn't know in a short time.

But this sketch told him very clearly that this is a person who has held a paintbrush for quite a long time, otherwise his level would not have reached this level.

He doesn't believe that a person who has reached such a level has not been known by any of his peers?Also declare that it is not displayed?

Zhou Jingni glanced at her cousin, and continued: "Don't interrupt, listen to me, this person is not only a native of Baoqing, but also only 17 years old."

"What?"

"17 years old?"

"you sure?"

After three consecutive beeps of astonishment, Zhou Kun couldn't help but think that his cousin was making fun of him.

Zhou Jingni put down her legs and nodded, "Not only is she only 17 years old, she's also my student, so."

She didn't say anything after "so", she had the right to save face for this cousin.

Zhou Kun stared blankly at his cousin, and realized that the other party was telling the truth, he suddenly felt a sense of absurdity, and swallowed his throat: "17 years old, what's his name? Where is he now?"

Zhou Jingni said, "Lu An, it's in Imperial Concubine Lane."

Zhou Kun asked: "Where is Taohuaping Street?"

Zhou Jingni said, "That's it."

The age was confirmed, the name was confirmed, and even the location was confirmed. Zhou Kun fell into silence.

Having been together for so many years, Zhou Kun understands how his cousin is, she has a sense of proportion in doing things, and she has a sense of humor, so she will not prevaricate him on this matter. After bowing his head again to appreciate the sketches, he asked:
"Apart from these two sketches, does the other party have any other works?"

Zhou Jingni thought for a while and said, "I don't know about the others, but yesterday he drew an oil painting for me."

"painting?"

"painting."

"Can he still paint?"

"Yesterday he used me as a model and saw it with his own eyes."

Zhou Kun was a little confused, and quickly asked, "Where is the oil painting?"

Zhou Jingni said: "At his house, the painting was not done yet, so I didn't bring it with me."

Hearing this, Zhou Kun picked up the car keys on the coffee table and got up impatiently: "Go, take me to see it."

Zhou Jingni didn't object, and followed out the door.

She is not in a much better mood than Zhou Kun now, and she is still a little shocked.

Although those were just two sketches, she had already seen a lot from her cousin's eyes.something different.

(End of this chapter)