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

Chapter 40
Landscape Gallery.

After not coming for a while, Deng Tao found a new painting hanging here.

She stood in front of this picture of peonies and bees and looked at it for a long time. The brushwork and ink were natural, thick and agile, and they complemented each other interestingly.

Such a rigorous and mellow painter would definitely not be able to paint in more than ten or twenty years, so this is Teacher Song's new work?
Looking down, Deng Tao saw the signature in the lower right corner: Xiaosi!
Little four?

Signed by Xiaosi?

So casual?

Then she saw a familiar seal below the signature, Teacher Song's small seal.

Deng Tao frowned, Teacher Song has admitted a new student?
It has his own signature and a small seal from Song Qingping. Except for his students, he would not do this to anyone else.

It's not that Deng Tao's father has never thought of asking Song Qingping to be Deng Tao's teacher, but this man always accepts students based on his talent. Even though her father came to the door many times with valuable gifts, he just laughed and passed the topic.

There was no mention of accepting Deng Tao as a student.

In the end, he only promised to help Deng Tao occasionally, but no more.

He did give Deng Tao a lot of advice in the past two years, but in Deng Tao's view, every time Teacher Song gave her advice, it was accompanied by blows, and even more blows, which made her very unbearable.

If it weren't for her father's repeated warnings, she wouldn't want to come here again.

"Senior Brother Huang."

Seeing a round-faced man walking out of the room inside the gallery, Deng Tao hurriedly called him out. She asked with a smile, "Is Teacher Song here today?"

The round-faced man, Huang Kai, knew what Deng Tao was doing when he saw her.

"Teacher Song is in there, but Deng Tao." Huang Kai paused, looked at her, and sighed, "Have you painted again recently? The painting that was sent last time, Teacher Song said that it would not be able to participate in the competition at this level. of."

This was said very tactfully, but even so Deng Tao felt embarrassed.

The painting was sent two weeks ago. How could it be possible to make great progress in such a short period of time? So what Teacher Song meant was that he still couldn't recommend it to her?
For a moment, Deng Tao's face turned ugly.

Seeing her like this, Huang Kai felt helpless and thought to himself, who can I blame for your lack of skills?

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the picture of peonies and bees next to him. He raised his hand and pointed, "Did you see this picture? If you can draw something similar to this one, you will definitely have no problem participating in the competition."

Deng Tao said dissatisfied, "Senior Brother Huang, are you kidding me? How can I achieve such a master-level painting?"

"Master level?" Huang Kai laughed immediately, "You also think that the painting is very good and clever, right? But do you know? Her actual age is about the same as you, no, one year younger than you, and she studies painting It doesn’t take as long as you do, but she has this kind of talent and this spiritual energy. Sometimes you can’t force some things. Unless you put in several times the effort or love this item extremely, it will be difficult to achieve it. of."

The teacher commented that Deng Tao's paintings were too eager for quick success and she was too conceited. Every time the teacher gave her advice, she seemed to be listening carefully, but in fact she did not follow the teacher's requirements.

This resulted in her progress being slow.

And her talent is average, let alone aura. Under such circumstances, she still wants to participate in the Chinese painting competition in Kyoto. To put it bluntly, it is simply a fantasy.

Deng Tao did not go to see Song Qingping in the end. When he left, his eyes were red with shame and anger.

Senior high school students have regular classes on Saturday.

Meng Qing borrowed a painting from Xu Yan, and Xu Yan looked at her warily, "Why do you want a painting?"

She knew that Meng Qing and Song Jiawen lived in the same dormitory, and the two didn't get along well.So Meng Qing asked her for Song Jiawen's paintings, and Xu Yan had a gut feeling that something was wrong.

You're not an art student, why would you want other people's paintings?
Meng Qing said angrily, "Don't you always brag about how good her paintings are, okay? Let me see how good she is and whether it's as good as you brag about. It's just a broken painting, shouldn't it be hidden away?" Xu Yan rolled her eyes, "You said it was a broken painting, why are you still looking at it? Besides, can you understand it if I show it to you?"

It's not that Xu Yan looks down on Meng Qing, it's not that professionals just watch paintings for fun. For example, her deskmate sees that her paintings are similar to Song Jiawen's paintings, but in her eyes they are far different.

Xu Yan ignored Meng Qing and naturally did not lend her the painting.

However, when she went to the bathroom during class, Meng Qing went to her desk secretly to dig out the painting and took it away.

When she came back, her deskmate said with a sad face, "I couldn't stop her. I wanted to take it back but didn't dare to use force for fear of tearing the painting."

She knew that Xu Yan valued this painting very much and was careful not to let other books get in the hole on the table, so after Meng Qing got it, she really didn't dare to take it away.

Xu Yan's face turned pale and she looked at Meng Qing's seat and asked through gritted teeth, "Where did she go?"

"I don't know. I found the painting and took it out."

"Which direction? How long have you been out?"

Her deskmate told her the direction and time, and Xu Yan ran out immediately, so fast that her deskmate was stunned.

Meng Qing has a good relationship with Deng Tao from Class [-], which is no secret in the third grade of high school. Deng Tao is good at painting, so did Meng Qing give Song Jiawen's paintings to Deng Tao?

Xu Yan was extremely angry. Now they, a group of art students, all wanted Song Jiawen's paintings, but they were all too reserved to speak. She was the only one who got one near the water tower, and no one else wanted to lend it to her.

This Meng Qing is too much!

Xu Yan quickly ran to Class [-] and peeked inside. Sure enough, Meng Qing gave the painting to Deng Tao, and the two of them were looking down at it.

"Give me the painting back."

Xu Yan stepped forward quickly and reached out to pull the painting back from Deng Tao's hand. At this moment, she heard a "stab" sound and the painting was torn to pieces.

One-third is in Xu Yan's hands and two-thirds is in Deng Tao's hands.

Deng Tao raised his head and looked at Xu Yan with cold eyes. He tightened his fingers and wrinkled the painting in his hand.

Xu Yan stared blankly at the sketch that was split in two, her eyes were slightly red, not because she was distressed, but because she was angry.

She ignored Deng Tao and looked directly at Meng Qing.

"You tore it up yourself, what does it have to do with me?"

Meng Qing curled her lips in disdain, turned to say hello to Deng Tao, and turned to leave.

But as soon as she turned halfway, the ponytail tied at the back of her head was grabbed by a hand, and then yanked violently. Unprepared, Meng Qing let out an "ah", and then her whole body leaned back with a bang. , her upper body first hit Deng Tao's table next to her, and then fell to the floor.

The table that was touched shook forward for a while, and then all the books and stationery on the table fell to the ground. At the same time, the table hit the desk in front of it, and it also fell together.

For a moment, there were crackling sounds everywhere, and the whole classroom seemed messy.

　Yesterday, I was stuck in traffic on the Shanghai-Nanjing Expressway all day. I got home in the middle of the night and was exhausted.

　　I will never go out on National Day from now on, it’s so painful!
　　Chapter 2 will come later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)