Reborn as a great painter, with a system, you can be willful

After lunch, Jiang Zhe and Chen Yan came to the parking lot and got into the car to rest and chat.

Normally, the two would go for walks, but today, almost everyone they met would congratulate Jiang Zhe.

The two had no choice but to stop walking and go directly to the car to find some peace and quiet.

Chen Yan knew that Jiang Zhe was going to the provincial capital tonight, and he was going with several teachers, so they couldn't spend Saturday and Sunday alone. She couldn't see Jiang Zhe off, so she wanted to stay with him for a while. The two closed their eyes, chatted casually, and enjoyed the peaceful time.

At 4 p.m., Jiang Zhe quietly packed up his things and picked up his work.

When the classmates around him saw that he was about to leave, they didn't say anything, but just silently encouraged him or gave him a thumbs up.

Jiang Zhe responded with a smile, and then quietly went to greet Teacher Yan.

Teacher Yan signaled that he could leave.

When Jiang Zhe walked towards the parking lot, he saw Teacher Hu coming out of the teaching building with a bag on his back.

Teacher Hu called Jiang Zhe. "Meet me at the train station at 6pm. I have already booked the ticket."

Jiang Zhe saw Teacher Hu carrying a bag and asked with a smile, "Teacher, are you going with us?"

Teacher Hu said: "Professor Qin and his colleagues are getting old, so someone has to run around for them. I will also take this opportunity to get to know more colleagues."

Jiang Zhe said: "With you here, I feel more at ease."

"Go back quickly, don't waste time."

Jiang Zhe hurried to the parking lot and put away his works and the painting box. There were still two hours before departure. He needed to go back to the studio, visit his parents, and then rush to the train station. Time was tight.

He returned to his studio, packed a few belongings, and drove to the neighborhood where his parents lived.

Jiang Yi and his wife had already received the good news. Seeing that Jiang Zhe was in a hurry to go to the station, they sent him all the way to the outside of the community.

They watched Jiang Zhe get into the taxi, and then watched the taxi drive away, but they still refused to go home. They kept looking in the direction where the car disappeared.

Jiang Zhe rushed to the train station and the three teachers had already arrived.

Teacher Hu handed the ticket to Jiang Zhe. "The school takes into consideration the age of the two professors and requires us to book an express train with soft seats. We estimate that we will arrive in the provincial capital at 9:00 pm.

The hotel has been booked.”

Jiang Zhe said: "You are very considerate. If the food in the train dining car is not suitable, I also brought some food."

Teacher Hu said: "I brought some with me, if it's not enough, I'll buy more."

Teacher Zhao said, "It's better not to go to the dining car to eat. We can't eat too much. I also brought some food with me. These are enough for dinner."

In the evening, there were not many passengers in the soft seat carriage.

Jiang Zhe's seats are just right for three people to sit together.

The four of them sat facing each other, using the small table as a dining table.

The train started moving and it was getting dark outside, so it was time for dinner.

Dim sum, braised food, sushi, a huge assortment of food.

Professor Qin likes to drink, and Teacher Zhao can actually drink a few sips. They both prepared beer.

Jiang Zhe and Teacher Hu did not drink any alcohol, considering that they had to go to the hotel after getting off the bus.

Teacher Zhao and Professor Qin were drinking and chatting, and their conversation became more and more lively.

Professor Qin glanced at Teacher Hu, who was eating with his head down, and said, "Teacher Hu, it's a pity this time."

He took care of his student's face and said what he had not said before under the influence of alcohol. "The technique is good enough and the subject matter is well chosen, but it is easy to be drowned out among so many works."

Teacher Hu paused, stopped eating, and looked at Professor Qin, not knowing what to say.

Teacher Zhao continued: "Teacher Xiao Hu, I have seen Jiang Zhe's paintings. When we were selecting works at school, I paid attention to their works.

I study Chinese painting, but I don't know much about oil painting. From my point of view, there is nothing wrong with Mr. Xiao Hu's technique, but it lacks a bit of poetry.

Many people dislike mentioning the word "poetic" when talking about paintings, as they feel it is intangible and difficult to understand.

There is a colleague in Binhai who creates Chinese paintings. He said he couldn't find the feeling in the city, so he went to the border. After he came back, he asked me to see his paintings.

When I saw the paintings he took out, to be honest, they were just as dull as the previous ones. They had blue sky and white clouds, and pastoral songs on the grassland, but they lacked the warmth of life and the space for people to reminisce.

A good work should be able to move the audience.”

She looked at Jiang Zhe and said, "Jiang Zhe's works have an obvious advantage. They are forming their own independent features. Whether it is a new painting language or a way of expression, it first makes people like it and remember it."

Professor Qin raised the can and clinked glasses with Teacher Zhao. He took a sip of the wine and then said to Teacher Hu, "Teacher Hu, you should listen more to Professor Zhao's advice."

Teacher Hu took the opportunity to ask for advice.

Teacher Zhao was not polite and said directly: "Your work has too many traces of academicism.

The methods learned in college cannot be equated with becoming an artist.

Of course, imitation is not allowed. One must construct one’s own independent artistic language.

It’s not that easy, we are all still studying it.

As the times develop, the forms of artistic expression also advance with the times.

People who study Chinese painting often quote a saying: Brush and ink should follow the times.

The value of artistic language lies in expressing the spirit of contemporary people.

Jiang Zhe has some good paintings, depicting life around him. They are realistic but do not follow the traditional academic methods. Instead, they capture the expressions of the characters and present the spiritual outlook of people.

I think this is poetry, which comes from within, not deliberately shaped.”

Jiang Zhe felt a little embarrassed when he heard this.

He believes that he has never relaxed in his study and practice, but the improvement in his understanding is thanks to the help of the system.

The Chinese paintings created by Teacher Zhao also focus on figures, so when talking about related topics, it seems like he has opened up a conversation.

"The painting language of traditional Chinese painting requires the expression of charm and rich connotation, not just playing with brush and ink. It should make people feel the beauty while being able to think deeper through the graphics. The most essential point is the charm."

In the intervals between Teacher Zhao expressing his own views, Professor Qin would also participate in the discussion and sometimes ask for Jiang Zhe's opinion.

Jiang Zhe also took the opportunity to ask the two of them about his thoughts and confusions.

The topic gradually shifted to future creations.

Along the way, with food, drinks and interesting topics, time will pass quickly.

Before I knew it, the journey was over.

Walking out of the train station, Jiang Zhe saw Wang Zhen standing at the exit, waving at him.

He said to Professor Qin and the others, "Teacher, Manager Wang is here to pick us up."

Several people walked over with their luggage.

Wang Zhen greeted them enthusiastically: "I have arranged a car, let's go to the hotel first."

Professor Qin and others expressed their gratitude repeatedly.

The group arrived at the hotel smoothly. As it was already late, they agreed to rest tonight and go out for activities tomorrow.

Wang Zhen comes to Jiang Zhe's room.

"I'll arrange a celebratory dinner tomorrow, and invite Professor Qin and the other two to join us. Just now, the three teachers have agreed."

Jiang Zhe said: "No problem, I'll listen to you."

Wang Zhen told Jiang Zhe to get enough rest and then said goodbye and left.

Jiang Zhe picked up the phone and dialed a number.

Soon, a car stopped in front of the hotel.

Jiang Zhe opened the car door and saw Sister Liao looking at him with a smile. (End of this chapter)