The best perspective expert

Chapter 73
Before Han Zhenyang came to Chenjiagou, he wanted to invite the master sculptor Wang Xiaoyao mentioned back to the Daocheng site, but he changed his mind when he learned that the old man was nearly seventy years old.

At the age of the old man, let alone whether the craftsmanship is still there, even if the craftsmanship is still there, how many years can it last?It's better to learn art from a teacher by yourself. Anyway, I have nothing to do when I'm idle, and my learning ability is super strong, and I have a certain foundation in traditional art, so it shouldn't be difficult to get started.

Because of this, he directly knelt down to worship his teacher, the kind that really knelt down.

Grandpa Sun looked stunned, and turned to wait for Wang Xiaoyao indignantly, "You girl, you are here to trick me again."

"Hee hee, master, look at how sincere he is, and how rich this apprentice ceremony is. Your favorite old Baifen is still a 30-year-old high-grade wine, and a bottle costs more than 600. You have taken so many apprentices, how many of them are given to you?" Have you ever drank such a good wine?" Wang Xiaoyao grinned, "If you accept him, there are plenty of good wines, you can drink as much as you want."

"Go, go, where did I accept any apprentices?" The old man waved his hands impatiently, and then said to Han Zhenyang: "Young man, I don't accept apprentices. No matter how long you kneel, this wine, this wine..."

Seeing this, Han Zhenyang hurriedly said: "This wine is a piece of my heart, you can accept it, it has nothing to do with apprenticeship."

The old man obviously couldn't stand the temptation of good wine, smacked his lips, twitched his sparse beard and pondered for a moment, "You don't get paid for nothing, and I can't drink your wine for nothing, so what do you want to learn, I I'll teach you a few tricks, but don't mention the matter of apprenticeship, how about it?"

Han Zhenyang was a little disappointed. Registered disciples and true disciples are two completely different treatments. The old man taught him a few tricks, which are really just a few tricks. At most, these few tricks can lead him into the door and master a practical skill. Inheritance, you don't even need to think about it.

But after thinking about it, how many tricks you can learn counts as how many tricks, at worst, find a few more people to learn, and sooner or later you will be able to learn everything, and maybe you can use the best of a hundred schools of thought for your own use.Thinking of this, I nodded happily, "No problem, teacher, where do I start to learn?"

"Study now?" The old man looked at the good wine in the box reluctantly, and his saliva almost flowed out.

Han Zhenyang looked at his watch, yes, it's almost twelve o'clock, it's time to eat.Originally, I wanted to ask the old man to go to a restaurant to have a meal, but the old man lived in a remote place, surrounded by farmers, and there was not even a small shop, let alone a restaurant.

With a flash of inspiration, he smiled and said, "I'm the one who is impatient. Let's eat first. Teacher, where is your kitchen? I'll cook and have a drink with you."

"That's so embarrassing, I can do it myself," the old man said politely, but he was just talking, watching Wang Xiaoyao lead Han Zhenyang into the kitchen with a smile.

The old man's kitchen is very simple, but it has everything that is needed. The rice, noodles, grains and oil are quite complete, and the quality is good. Vegetables are all in the small vegetable garden behind the house. The small vegetable garden is lush and lush. Well, very gratifying.

Han Zhenyang liked it, took off a tomato, rubbed it, and gnawed it. The sweet and sour taste immediately entered his heart. It was very authentic. It was definitely not produced by chemical fertilizers and pesticides, but pure green vegetables.

Wang Xiaoyao rolled his eyes at him, "Food."

Han Zhenyang said hehe: "You're right, I'm really a foodie, I'll show you the ability of a foodie later."

Picking vegetables, washing vegetables and stir-frying vegetables and serving them on the table, it’s not too long, four dishes and one soup are freshly baked, the aroma of the small farmyard is tangy, coupled with the soft sound of old Fen wine, not to mention how tempting it is, even Wang Xiaoyao can’t bear it Zhu Zhu took a sip from his wine glass, and then stuck out his tongue from the heat.

Han Zhenyang and Mr. Sun laughed, then clinked glasses, drank and ate vegetables, and the atmosphere quickly became lively. Under Han Zhenyang's compliment, the old man became more and more interested, and began to talk about his youthful years. The more he talked, the happier he was , the happier you drink, the happier you drink, and the old Baifen, who is 53° per catty, is unconsciously swallowed like this.

After a while, Grandpa Sun snored on the table, making Han Zhenyang and Wang Xiaoyao look at each other.

Han Zhenyang shook his head helplessly, moved the old man to the bedroom and covered him with a blanket, then closed the door, and asked Wang Xiaoyao, "What's the teacher's name?"

"Sun Fuzhong, but he is probably not a well-known master. Whether it is in the martial arts or in the world of sculpture, almost no one knows his name, but the locals know that the old man is not weak in his hands. As for the carving skills, there are probably only a few people. I know," Wang Xiaoyao replied.

Han Zhenyang nodded thoughtfully, and said to Wang Xiaoyao, "Thank you, I am going to stay and learn art, how about you? Play here for a few days? Or go back now?"

"Of course I'm going back. I'm not as leisurely as you, and I still want to make a movie," Wang Xiaoyao said grumblingly.

"You're finally going to do something serious, I thought you were tired of playing," Han Zhenyang teased.

"Cut, what does it mean to be tired of playing? This is work, not a game," Wang Xiaoyao gave Han Zhenyang a dissatisfied look, and said, "Okay, I'm leaving now, call if you have anything to do," said and turned to get in the car , just turned around, suddenly poked his head out of the car window and said "I'm sorry", and then drove away.

sorry?What's the meaning?
Han Zhenyang was puzzled for a long time, and then he realized why Wang Xiaoyao said sorry, it should be because of digging a hole for him in Yuquan Mountain.

After a wry smile, he looked at the low yard and shook his head, then turned and left. After wandering around the village for a long time, he found a clean and spacious house, rented two empty rooms for several thousand yuan, and then drove I went straight to the town, bought a bunch of daily necessities, and also bought a bunch of chicken, duck and fish. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to keep them, so I bought a refrigerator.

When he returned to Grandpa Sun's small courtyard with these, the old man had already woken up, "I thought you were gone."

"Hey, I haven't learned your skills yet, where should I go?" As he spoke, he unloaded and installed all the things he bought, and asked attentively, "Teacher, what else is missing? I'll go buy it."

The old man waved his hand, "You don't need anything, don't waste your money," he said seriously, "Why do you want to learn sculpture?"

Uh, do you need a reason to learn sculpting?

Han Zhenyang was a little puzzled, but he still explained the difficulties he encountered.

The old man was quite normal at first, but after hearing what he said, he looked at him like a fool and didn't speak.

"Teacher, what kind of eyes are you looking at?" Han Zhenyang scratched his head and asked, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Look at the eyes of the second idiot," the old man looked contemptuous, "What do you think carving is? You can learn it casually? And what you want is a master carving master in the town, not an apprentice. When you become a famous jade carving Master, it is estimated that you will be over half a hundred years old, far away water cannot save near fire, and you cannot save your emerald shop either."

(End of this chapter)