Romance heroine just wants to do a career

Chapter 371 Morbid Love (16)

Xuan Zi took off the pair of black-rimmed glasses, took off the semi-permanent black and white suit she was wearing, and put on the clothes Ke Zhen gave her. The goose-yellow long dress and trousers were of the old style many years ago, but the material Comfortable and the right size to wear.

Ke Zhen came up with cold medicine and a glass of warm water, and smiled when she saw it, "Sure enough, the clothes are just right, hey, boy, are you young? Why do I look younger when I take off my glasses?"

"I'm 21 years old."

"No wonder, just now I saw that you are dressed much older than your actual age. Come on, take the medicine first, so as not to make your cold worse."

"Thank you."

Xuan Zi couldn't help but sneezed again, took the medicine, and drank it with warm water.

"Son, what's your name?"

"My name is Chu Xuanzi."

"Then how about I call you Xiao Zi?"

"Okay."

Xuan Zi followed Ke Zhen downstairs, and through the window saw Huang Zhong sitting alone in the pavilion, picking up a paintbrush and dabbling on the easel, with a serious face, and holding a lighted cigarette in the other hand, drawing with a single stroke. After taking a sip, his face was a little irritable, as if he was not satisfied with anything.

"Xiaozi, have you seen my old man? He sits in the pavilion for a whole day. How can a person like him be a teacher for others?" Ke Zhen sighed, "There is no end to the painting. I have been painting this painting for several days. At such an old age, I stay in the pavilion all day long before the painting is finished. I don’t eat or drink, and I don’t take care of myself. Like a tramp, no matter how I persuade him, he won’t listen!”

"Mother-in-law, I know that the old man is an idiot, and that's what I admire about him, so I hope he can be my teacher."

"But a person like him, if he really becomes your teacher, he will not have the patience to guide you in painting, and his vision is very picky. Once he sees that a person's painting does not meet his wishes, he will think that he has no talent for painting. , refused to teach anything.”

Ke Zhen said earnestly: "It is precisely because I know him that I persuade you. There were many young people like you who wanted to be his students. When the old man saw their paintings, many people were scolded." I can't bear you to be scolded by him, so I don't want you to waste your time on him, because the old man of my family is a stubborn old man to put it bluntly!"

"Mother-in-law, thank you for your advice, but I still want to try, because I don't want to be anyone's student except Mr. Huang Zhong. I think only he can be my teacher."

These words are really a bit arrogant for an unknown painter, but Ke Zhen couldn't help laughing, her eyes stayed on the album she brought, "Well, if you don't mind, why don't you let me Look, I have been with the old man for so many years, and I have some experience in oil painting appreciation."

"Okay."

Xuan Zi handed the album to Ke Zhen, and Ke Zhen opened the album, page by page.

Looking at it, the originally calm expression changed, but the light in the eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally even stood up holding the album in both hands, and said excitedly: "Here, Xiao Zi, these are really drawn by you? "

"Yes, many of them are drawn in my free time."

"The painting is so good! I have seen countless paintings with the old man in my life. If I didn't know that it was drawn by you, I would have thought it was drawn by a master with decades of painting skills!"

Ke Zhen was holding the album, and excitedly took Xuan Zi's hand.

"Xiao Zi, go, show the picture album to the old man with me, I don't believe he can let you go!"

"Old man! Old man! Take a look!"

"What are you doing! I'm busy!"

"Why are you so busy! You haven't finished painting for so many days! Can you finish painting in just this moment?"

Ke Zhen put the album into Huang Zhong's hands, and said with a smile, "Look quickly! It will definitely surprise you! Xiao Zi is such a good seed, if you miss it! I feel sorry for you!"

Huang Zhong put down his brush, his eyes were full of doubts, "Is it true?"

Ke Zhen is his wife, and she has lived with him for so many years. He has taught her the ability to appreciate oil paintings, which is comparable to many collectors. He has never seen this old woman so excited. Not bad?

Huang Zhong took the album and flipped through it page by page. After a while, his complexion changed, and he murmured: "This girl has a lot of skills in painting! The sense of space and layering is handled well, and the use of color and light and shade is also in place. Bold and emotionally expressive."

"That's right, Xiao Zi is really a good kid, old man, if you don't think about it, just take her in."

Huang Zhong hesitated, looked at Ke Zhen who was smiling, then at Xuan Zi who was standing obediently beside him, gritted his teeth and said:
"Well, come here."

"Mr. Huang, what's the matter?"

Xuan Zi stepped forward suspiciously, but was pushed to the easel by Huang Zhong, and then he stuffed the brush into her hand, "Draw!"

Xuan Zi:?
"I'm not very satisfied with this painting, you can see how to change it."

"Old man, do you mean to ask me to change the painting for you?"

"Yes, don't you want to be my student? This is the question I gave you. If you can change it to my liking, I will accept you as a closed disciple. If you are not satisfied, then leave."

Xuan Zi: ...

Good guy, what you said is serious, then she has to change it.

For a master of oil painting like Huang Zhong, asking a newcomer like Xuan Zi to change his painting is an invisible pressure in itself.

"Your mother-in-law said that you have been drawing this painting for several days. What if I change it for you and destroy your painting in the end?"

"If it's destroyed, I'll burn it. I've been painting this painting for so many days. Since it still can't achieve the best effect, I don't mind."

Huang Zhong said indifferently.

Xuan Zi pursed her lips, and she also remembered that Mr. Huang had a history of burning more than 100 paintings in one breath.

No one will feel sorry for their own hard work, but if the work is not well expressed, it will be ruined.

This is Mr. Huang's persistent pursuit of art, and he will never leave it to tomorrow's experts to find fault.

Xuan Zi collected her thoughts, picked up the brush, and looked at the painting on the easel. This is a landscape painting, which is exactly the hometown of Mr. Huang Zhong, a small town in the south of the Yangtze River.

In the continuous spring rain, the residential buildings built near the water have layers of ripples on the surface of the lake because of the rain. There is a stone arch bridge on the lake, and there is a dead tree fluttering in the wind beside the stone arch bridge.

The overall strokes are smooth and the colors are clean, giving people a comfortable feeling. Judging from the quality of the painting, this is definitely a superior work.

So, old man, why are you dissatisfied?

Xuan Zi pondered for a moment, picked up the paintbrush and moved it lightly in the palette a few times.

(End of this chapter)