Romance heroine just wants to do a career

Chapter 370 Morbid Love (15)

"Is it here?"

[Host, according to the positioning of this system, Mr. Huang Zhong lives here, that's right. 】

It was raining lightly and tilted by the wind outside, blurring the view from the car window.

Xuan Zi, who was sitting in the car, looked at the narrow alley in front of her that only one person could pass through, and said to the driver, "Just wait here for me."

The driver nodded.

After getting off the car, Xuan Zi walked down the alley with an umbrella and a large picture album in her arms.

The road surface is winding, many floor tiles have been cracked, and the path is mixed with mud and sewage. Xuanzi walked carefully, holding the album in her arms, the white sneakers under her feet had become dirty, and the rain fell obliquely With the wind blowing on her body, she just felt very cool.

After walking for a long time, her vision finally began to widen, and she saw many single-family houses.

Among these houses, there is a small building that is completely different from other houses with a uniform color tone, which is eclectic.

The exterior of the small building was covered with green vines, extending around. The walls on both sides were covered with colorful graffiti. The iron gate at the entrance was half-closed, as if it didn't care if anyone pushed it in.

Xuan Zi guessed that this building must be where Mr. Huang Zhong lives.

She took a few steps forward and stopped suddenly.

There is a small pavilion not far from the iron gate, and there is a chair and an easel in the pavilion. On the easel is a half-unfinished painting. The ground is full of paint buckets, palettes and the like. , messily placed together.

An old man in a white t-shirt and sandals was sitting on the chair, his eyes were closed as if he was about to fall asleep, and his head was twitching.

He is rolling tobacco leaves in one hand, his fingernails are yellowed due to long-term smoking, and he is holding a paintbrush in the other hand. The beard on his face has grown very long because he has not taken care of it for a long time. Very messy and sloppy.

[Host, this is Mr. Huang Zhong Huang!Wow, it's hard to see that this old man is the master who just auctioned off 2.87 million paintings. Isn't he a bit too sloppy? 】

38 couldn't help but say.

This is not at all the same as the well-dressed artists it imagined.

Xuan Zi looked at the dozing old man.

Huang Zhong, a famous master of oil painting in China, used to be a professor of the Academy of Fine Arts, but a few years ago, he scolded the Academy of Fine Arts and the Painting Association at the scene of media interviews, scolded them for raising a group of chickens that could not lay eggs, and advised everyone Don't apply to the Academy of Fine Arts, the academy will only kill a person's nature, and even curse this impetuous art market, saying that Huaguo has only speculators, no collectors, and all speculators.

After vomiting bitterness in front of the media, he patted his ass and left, and resigned from his job as a professor by the way.

Just such an unruly old artist, so daring to speak, so daring to scold, so daring to do.

He is the only living Chinese painter who held a solo exhibition in the Museum of F Country. Once exhibited abroad, his oil paintings are sold out, and the auction prices of his oil paintings are also rising in the domestic market, from several thousand The latest painting "Girl in the Paddy Field" even fetched a high price of 2.87 million at auction, but when reporters came to interview him, he didn't take it seriously, saying that it only met the tastes of collectors, and he himself was not satisfied. To a certain extent, the emotional expression is not sufficient.

"There are too many high-priced and low-quality paintings."

Mr. Huang Zhong said this to the reporter.

Such an old artist is rebellious and rebellious. Xuan Zi admires him very much, admires him, and hopes to become his student.

Seeing that Mr. Huang still had his eyes closed, Xuan Zi could not open the door to enter without permission, so he could only wait outside the door.

After a long time, my legs were numb from standing.

Xuan Zi realized that she was completely drenched, the rain that had been falling obliquely finally stopped, and the wind did not blow.

She put away the umbrella.

Fortunately, there was a bag over the picture album in his arms, so it was not wet by the rain.

She took out the picture album in the bag and flipped through it page by page.

These are the paintings that the original owner once painted in times of pain and sorrow, some of which are extremely bold and large-scale.

It can be seen that she vented all her depression in the painting.

According to her level of appreciation, the original owner's painting skills are not inferior to some masters.

But now she is not well-known and has no connections.

No matter how good a work is, it can only be buried.

So she must have a guide, a good teacher, to help her enter this circle, so that more people can see her works.

"Who are you girl? What are you doing standing at the door?"

As soon as Xuanzi raised her eyes, she saw that Huang Zhong, who had been dozing off, had woken up and was watching her vigilantly standing in the pavilion.

"Mr. Huang, I'm here to recommend myself. I want to be your student!"

Xuan Zi smiled and held up her picture album.

Huang Zhong was stunned for a moment, "After I resigned from the Academy of Fine Arts, I am no longer a teacher, and I don't accept students."

"Old man, isn't this a coincidence, I am also a student who dropped out of the Academy of Fine Arts, it seems that we are a pair of teachers and students destined by nature!"

Huang Zhong: ...

The little girl is very thick-skinned.

Just as he wanted her to leave, Huang Zhong's eyes stayed on Xuan Zi. Her clothes looked soaked, only her hair was a little dry.

The picture album in his arms was well protected, without a trace of water stains.

"How long have you been standing outside? Don't you know how to find a place to shelter from the rain?"

Huang Zhong frowned, and said for a long time, "Forget it, come in first."

Xuan Zi nodded, opened the door and went in.

Huang Zhong yelled into the small building, and a kind-hearted old lady came out, "Take the clothes Ah Ying left here, and let her wear them."

The old woman's name was Ke Zhen, she nodded, and looked at Xuan Zi with a smile, "Oh, the little girl is soaked through, poor girl, come upstairs with me and change into clean clothes."

As he said that, he gave Huang Zhong a reproachful look, "You old man, let a little girl out in the rain!"

Xuan Zi quickly explained: "Grandma, no, just now the old man fell asleep in the pavilion and didn't see me."

After taking Xuan Zi upstairs, Ke Zhen looked for clothes for her in the closet.

"You little girl, your heart is too real, the door is open, just push it in, you don't have to be afraid of my old man, he has a knife mouth and a bean curd heart, his voice sounds louder than anyone else, but his heart is stronger than anyone else's." Soft, mainly because you said that in this weather, if you get caught in the rain, you will definitely catch a cold, you look so thin, I'm afraid—”

Ke Zhen was talking ramblingly.

"Ha chirp!"

Xuan Zi sneezed very appropriately.

[Host, you really have a cold. 】

"This is my daughter's clothes when she was young. You change quickly, and I'll get you some cold medicine."

Ke Zhen handed her the clothes in her hand and said with a smile.

"Thank you, mother-in-law."

(End of this chapter)