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

Liang Gui and Lao Wu came to a secluded place.

He took two cigars from Li Lu.

Lao Wu waved his hand and said, "You're taking this one too slowly. Take mine. There's no need to be so polite between us."

He took out two cigarettes from the box and gave one to Liang Gui.

Liang Gui took out a lighter and lit the cigarette for his friend first, and then for himself.

Lao Wu took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke, and then said, "Lao Liang, we have known each other for more than 30 years, right?"

"Yes." Liang Gui already had a guess in his mind.

"I'll just say some things directly. I heard that you and Jiang Zhe have some conflicts?"

"It's not a conflict, just some disagreements." Liang Gui suddenly felt very tired.

Lao Wu nodded: "Oh, so that's how it is, I don't quite understand the situation.

I am just expressing my personal opinion from a bystander's perspective. If what I say is inappropriate, don't take it to heart."

Liang Gui said hurriedly: "There is no such thing as appropriateness or inappropriateness in our relationship? No matter how harsh your words are, it doesn't matter. I would rather hear the truth."

Lao Wu said, "Lao Liang, it's not easy for you to get to where you are today. The more you have come to this point, the more you need to protect your reputation."

Liang Gui's heart sank, these words were quite serious.

“According to your ability, as long as nothing goes wrong, you can slowly increase your fame. I believe that by the time you are in your seventies or eighties, your fame and influence will grow even greater.

Among your classmates and your peers, you should be the most outstanding one. "

"You're too kind, too kind." There was a hint of bitterness in Liang Gui's smile.

“However, in every era, there are always some people who can quickly rise to prominence. These lucky people are incomprehensible.

I still remember a famous incident in the history of Western art. Gauguin, a famous painter, did not participate in an exhibition until he was middle-aged. Unfortunately, he was not the one who stood out in that exhibition. The painter who was praised was much younger than Gauguin.

After experiencing a midlife crisis, Gauguin became increasingly lonely.

Compared to this great painter, isn't the treatment we enjoy today particularly good?"

After hearing these words, Liang Gui could only nod.

"So, we just need to do our own thing. There's no need to create conflicts with others. It's better to resolve a feud than to create one.

I always thought you were better than me in this regard, how come you neglected this matter?"

Liang Gui said: "I was a little impulsive."

Lao Wu said, "If you are willing to listen to me, after the event is over, let's get together for a drink. Let's have a drink with Jiang Zhe and try to resolve the conflict."

Seeing that Liang Gui didn't say anything, he asked, "Old Liang, you are 52 this year, right?"

"Ah."

Lao Wu said meaningfully, "I'm 55. How old is Jiang Zhe? 22 or 23? Think about it, how old is he?"

Lao Liang felt a chill in his heart. Before, he had always refused to face this problem.

He is 30 years younger than me! !
"We are all approaching 60, so we should make good connections." Lao Wu said, "I don't know if we will be forgotten in the future. I think the way to avoid being forgotten is for future generations to remember us.

I participated in a book compilation, and the editorial board included several disciples of Master Xu Beihong.

With these people, his status as a master is as stable as Mount Tai. Think about it, isn't this true? "

"You're right." Liang Gui's voice was a little hoarse.

Lao Wu said, "Okay. After the event is over, don't rush to leave. I'll create opportunities for you."

Liang Gui felt bitter, but he still had to force a smile: "Thank you, Lao Wu."

"Since we are friends, let's not be polite." Lao Wu put out his cigarette, smiled at Li Lu who was talking to them away, then turned and left.

Li Lu came over and asked, "What's wrong? He's here to lobby."

Liang Gui lit another cigarette and repeated the conversation just now.

"These people are so obviously showing off their prowess." Li Lu said.

They all understood that today’s experience showed that most people were optimistic about Jiang Zhe’s development.

"His paintings are sold for over a million, which is different from ours. Many people probably want to take advantage of his fame. It has been like this since ancient times, and it is not as good as before," said Liang Gui.

"If you don't want to stay, let's go back." Li Lu felt that Lao Wu was right and that she should bow her head when necessary. However, she didn't want to annoy Lao Liang, so she asked this question.

Liang Gui thought for a moment and said, "In any case, we have to wait until the list of selected candidates is announced. The National Art Exhibition still has to go through the selection process, so there is still hope."...

The venue for the calligraphy and painting group.

The staff has already prepared for Jiang Zhe and others.
The large-sized rice paper is supported by a drawing board and leans against the wall, creating a strong visual impact.

Many people gathered around and asked what happened.

When they heard that the teachers and students of Binhai Art College were going to create a group work, some people expressed that they also wanted to get their friends to create a group work together.

The on-site dispatcher said that there were not enough seats. If we wanted to create, we had to wait until the teachers and students of Binhai Art College finished their creation.

The process of collective creation has some performance elements, so it can attract attention.

Teachers and students of the Chinese painting major are ready to start.

Jiang Zhe watched the fun from the side and occasionally did auxiliary work.

Everyone unanimously elected the teacher with the most seniority to start writing.

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The teacher took a large brush, mixed ink, and started painting from the branches of the pine tree.

His sophisticated writing skills won applause and praise.

The teacher was like drinking fine wine, he became more and more proud, and his writing became more and more swift and decisive.

Jiang Zhe signaled to Lan Xin: "Stop looking, it's your turn."

Lan Xin adjusted her mood, took the tools, and walked closer to the drawing paper.

This piece of rice paper is very large, and the position chosen by Lan Xin allows her to work at the same time as her teacher without interfering with each other.

The students were originally being humble.

Lan Xin was the first student to start participating in the creation.

When everyone saw Lan Xin start writing, they stopped being polite.

However, space is limited, and those who arrive late can only wait.

Lan Xin is responsible for painting freehand lotus flowers.

She used light ink to depict the general situation, and then applied layers of indigo, juice green, azurite and stone green.

People who knew Jiang Zhe saw that he didn't start painting and asked quietly: "Jiang Zhe, you proposed collective creation, why don't you paint?"

Jiang Zhe said: "I will be responsible for the inscription."

"No matter what, you should also draw a few strokes."

Someone had seen Jiang Zhe's seal carving and said, "I have a suggestion for you. You can carve two commemorative seals and use them on this collective work."

"it is good."

"That's a good suggestion." Several people cheered.

Director Guo came over and heard the suggestion, then asked Jiang Zhe: "Do you want to try it? We have very good seal stone materials. Fengmenqing and Bai Furong, we have them all."

Jiang Zhe joked: "Do you have chicken blood stone and Tianhuang stone?"

Director Guo: "Yes, they are all collectibles and cannot be used to make seals. Come with me and you will know."

Jiang Zhe thought, maybe the Provincial Art Museum really has some good seal stone materials? He was a little tempted, so he followed Director Guo to the warehouse.

The two passed by the exhibition area of ​​the writers' club's works.

Jiang Zhe took a look at his work.

Teacher Guo said: "Your calligraphy is of the highest quality."

"You are so kind."

"With so many works put together, the quality is clear at a glance." Director Guo said, pointing with his hand: "Look, there are also works like this."

When Jiang Zhe saw the work that Director Guo pointed out, he smiled immediately. There were two big words written on that piece of calligraphy - open and frank.

Unexpectedly, some people have already started playing with this effect.

Director Guo said as he walked away: "These people can't write good characters, so they resort to these cheap gimmicks."

(End of this chapter)