Why do you still need to roll up after being reborn?

Chapter 30 Song Qingping

According to the address given by the art teacher, Song Jiawen followed a quiet alley and came to the door of a courtyard.

She looked at the dark door in front of her in astonishment, hesitated for a while, then raised her hand and tried to knock on the door.

With a creak, the door was opened from the inside. A round-faced young man in his 20s stood inside the door. He looked Song Jiawen up and down first, with a flash of surprise in his eyes, and then asked, "Is something wrong?"

"Excuse me, is Teacher Song here?"

"Are you looking for Teacher Song? Do you have a letter of introduction?

Need a letter of introduction?
Song Jiawen was silent for a moment, and then she said, "Teacher Liu Meng introduced me here. She used to sell my paintings to Teacher Song for help."

"Selling your paintings? Teacher Liu Meng?"

The round-faced man was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to remember something and said with surprise, "Are you Song Jiawen?"

Now it was Song Jiawen's turn to be surprised. Is she so famous?How come you know who she is when she says she sells paintings?
what happened?

He was confused in his heart, but he still nodded, "It's me, my name is Song Jiawen." There's no chance of having the same name, right?
"Oh, it's been so long, I see you, come in quickly."

After confirming that it was Song Jiawen himself, the round-faced man's face was immediately filled with a warm smile. He opened the door and extended his hand in a gesture of invitation.

But this sudden excessive enthusiasm made Song Jiawen feel even weirder.

She stood outside the gate and looked at the round-faced man hesitantly, wondering whether to go in or not?

Just as she was hesitating, a middle-aged man about 50 years old came out of the house. He stood in the courtyard with mottled light and shadow with his hands behind his back and looked at Song Jiawen.

Probably because he heard the conversation between the round-faced man and her just now, his serious face showed a soft smile, "Little girl, don't be afraid, come in, you should trust Liu Meng, she will not harm you."

Song Jiawen and art teacher Liu Meng are both teachers and friends. They learn from each other and communicate with each other, and they have a very good relationship.

But what she didn't know was that if it weren't for her, Liu Meng's painting skills wouldn't have improved so fast in the past two years.

Not only did she help Song Jiawen sell her paintings, she also sold her own paintings.

Song Jiawen walked into the courtyard, looked at the middle-aged man and asked tentatively, "Are you Teacher Song?"

"It's me, Song Qingping. I'm also Liu Meng's teacher. It's a pity that she doesn't have enough talent. When I taught her, she almost made me angry to death. I tried to expel her from the teacher many times and told her to stop taking the paintbrush and go do it. Maybe something else. But she is stubborn and insists on learning painting. She also volunteered to be an art teacher in a rural middle school. I am afraid that she will mislead other students."

Talking about Liu Meng, Song Qingping talked endlessly. Although he kept talking about Mi Tai, Song Jiawen could still hear his love for Liu Meng from his tone.

I really didn’t expect that Teacher Liu’s teacher would be such a person.

According to the ancient names, Song Jiawen would have called Song Qingping a master, but
"Her two brushes definitely can't teach you. On the contrary, you taught her a lot. Don't call me master. Just like her, call me teacher."

Song Jiawen had no reaction when she heard this, but the round-faced man next to her had his eyes shining with envy.

Teacher Song wanted to accept Song Jiawen as a closed disciple when he first saw her paintings, but Liu Meng always said that her advantage was not in painting, and asked Teacher Song not to have Song Jiawen's ideas and to sell her honestly. Just draw.

Earlier, Liu Meng refused to let Song Jiawen see Teacher Song, but now people have come to visit him?
"Teacher Liu taught me a lot. In the past, I only learned traditional Chinese painting from my grandpa, and sketching was from Teacher Liu."

"You really know how to paint!"

Before Song Jiawen could finish her explanation, Song Qingping immediately led her inside with excitement, "Come on, come on, come to the room and draw a picture. I happen to have all the pen and ink here." He didn't have time to take a closer look. Looking at this courtyard, Song Jiawen was placed behind a long table by Song Qingping, her backpack was taken off, and a writing brush was stuffed in her hand.

Want to paint now?
However, are Chinese paintings more expensive than other paintings?
Song Jiawen blinked and started to draw without thinking too much.

No matter what, you must first show your own strength. To be able to sell a painting at a good price, it must have its own value.

She is not blind, and she will not think she is great just because she heard Teacher Song and the round-faced man say a few nice things about her as soon as she walked in.

She is self-aware that any painting hanging on the wall in this studio is better than hers.The reason why two hundred pairs were sold before was probably because Teacher Liu was a student of Teacher Song.

Teacher Song just loves the house and the bird.

Although she has not painted Chinese paintings for a long time, Song Jiawen's posture when holding the brush is not unfamiliar at all, and a peony pops out of the paper while splashing ink.

Today I can only draw peonies, because my grandma planted several of them in the yard. She has seen them so many times that even the lines on each petal are involuntarily imprinted in her mind.

"Not bad"

Teacher Song picked up the peony picture from the table with the ink still wet, and was full of admiration.

The round-faced man's eyes lit up when he looked at the painting. No, it should be said that his eyes had never darkened since he knew Song Jiawen's identity.

"Junior sister, your casual drawing is so wonderful. It's true that this talent is something you can't envy."

I remember that I have been studying Chinese painting for many years, but I can only reach half of the level of my junior sister. Alas, how sad!
"You just said who taught you Chinese painting?"

Song Qingping put down the peony picture in his hand and looked at Song Jiawen with extremely loving eyes.

He accepted this disciple.

Thinking of the old man who was always very patient and tolerant towards her, Song Jiawen's eyes dimmed slightly, and she whispered, "My grandpa, he was the one who enlightened me on calligraphy and Chinese painting."

Unfortunately, her grandfather fell ill and passed away five years ago. Since then, she has seldom touched the brush.

Song Qingping looked at Song Jiawen's expression and guessed that her grandfather was probably gone and the little girl was sad.

He coughed lightly and said a little unnaturally, "Well, Song Jiawen, I have heard about your situation from Liu Meng. You are now studying in No. [-] Middle School, and it will be convenient for you to come here in the future. So... for your convenience in the future, I will sell Hua, do you think you want me to be your teacher?"

The round-faced man next to him staggered and almost fell. He looked at Teacher Song in disbelief and thought to himself, are you serious when you keep saying this?

If you want to take someone on as your apprentice, just say so. It’s just to make it easier for you to sell paintings later. I’m sorry you came up with this reason!

At this moment, the round-faced man despised Teacher Song extremely.

Song Jiawen was a little confused. Why did she need to become a disciple just to sell her paintings?
If you don’t pay respect, you won’t sell it, right?

Although she has a high IQ and can do everything well, she only doesn't know much about people and the world.After all, he is young and does not have his biological parents around to teach him. He relies only on his relatives and his own understanding. Sometimes he cannot understand some things.

For example, now, she didn't see that Teacher Song wanted to accept her as his apprentice.

(End of this chapter)