Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 137 What is Yangmei (26 for the first order)
"What, still charge? Forget it." Zhang Zhong returned the business card that Fan Zeng handed him just now.

Facing Zhang Zhong whose attitude had changed drastically, Fan Ke was stunned for a moment.

This parent, I'm afraid it's a little bit of money!

Don't you know how to cherish such a good opportunity?
"Well, parents, you may have misunderstood. What I charge is not tuition fees, but just materials for daily consumption. In fact, I will still lose money. I retired from CAFA, and I still have some savings, but if every day Subsidies are not a path of sustainable development, right?" Fan Kezeng explained to Zhang Zhong patiently.

The old couple standing behind Zhang Zhong also tasted it now. The old man looked like a master just now, but now he sounds like a liar.

Xu Yuhan couldn't help but covered his mouth and smiled when he saw Zhang Zhong teasing Fan Kezeng, and then stood up and said, "Mr. Fan, hello, I also graduated from CAFA. Time heard that he was sick, is he better?"

Fan Kezeng was stunned again, with a blush on his face, he hesitated, "Dean Zhang, his illness is getting better, and I still have something to do, excuse me first."

"Hey, Teacher Fan, there is such a fate, let's talk..."

Before Xu Yuhan finished speaking, Fan Kezeng had already slipped into the crowd and disappeared without a trace.

"Oh, liar." Xu Yuhan pouted.

"It's just a low-level liar, let's leave him alone. Teacher Xu, this art exhibition has always been for us to look at paintings, is there no other project?"

Xu Yuhan shook his head and said, "No, it's just a painting exhibition."

"Yeah." Zhang nodded emphatically, "Now that we're here, let's go and see other children's paintings."

"Okay, I'll show you around."

Xu Yuhan's words fell silent, and another old man walked up to Pengpeng's group of paintings, also with a scrutinizing gesture.

Is this another charlatan?

However, the outfit of the old man who came this time was much worse. With a bloated figure, he wore an inconspicuous black coat and a small black felt hat on his head. From the brim of the hat, he could still see his appearance. Worrying hair volume.

This one seemed to be more patient than the previous one, staying in front of each painting for a long time.

Zhang Zhong turned his head to look at Xu Yuhan, and asked with a smile, "Could this be your Yangmei teacher again?"

He originally wanted to make a joke with Xu Yuhan, but he didn't expect Xu Yuhan to nod in a daze, "Well, he really is."

Now it was Zhang Chong's turn to be surprised, and Xu Yuhan didn't look like he was teasing him. Could it be that this ugly old man is really Yangmei's teacher?

"He is the Dean He Ruchu I just mentioned..." Xu Yuhan said, staring at the old man's back.

When Hu Huifang heard her words, she also stretched her head over, and whispered, "Is this true?"

"Yes, auntie, he is the dean of our school's School of Chinese Painting, but I don't know why he appears here. I remember that he seems to be from Modu."

Of course, Hu Huifang would not worry about why the dean of the Central American Academy of Painting appeared here. She only knew that the master of traditional Chinese painting was looking at her granddaughter's painting.

Therefore, she pulled herself together.

Not only her, everyone cheered up except Zhang Zhong. Even Peng Peng was infected by his grandparents, holding Zhang Zhong's coat collar tightly.

"Dad, who is that old grandpa?"

Zhang Zhong himself was very relaxed, the identity of the other party did not determine anything, and presumably the other party, a master of traditional Chinese painting, would not look at the paintings of a four-year-old child with scrutiny.

"He's just an ordinary grandpa, he probably likes your paintings, Pengpeng."

"Then he also likes Little Red Riding Hood?"

"Of course, who doesn't like Little Red Riding Hood?"

He Ruchu, who likes Little Red Riding Hood, stared at the group of paintings for more than ten minutes before turning around, smiling and nodding to Zhang Zhong and the others.

"Hello, Dean He." Xu Yuhan immediately went to say hello.

Seeing Xu Yuhan, He Ruchu showed a puzzled expression, "You are?"

"My name is Xu Yuhan, and I am a graduate of the Oil Painting Department."

He Ruchu suddenly said, "It turned out to be a classmate of Yangmei, what is the relationship between the young author of this group of works and you?"

"It's my student." Xu Yuhan moved away, and He Ruchu introduced, "Her name is Zhang Pengpeng, and she is my student. This is his father, Zhang Zhong. These two are Pengpeng's grandparents."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." He Ruchu smiled like a fat land lord, his eyes narrowed into a small slit, and he looked at Peng Peng and said in admiration, "The children's paintings are still immature in terms of techniques, even if they are The same is true in this painting exhibition, but she is very talented in the use of colors, and the stories in this group of paintings are also very interesting. I don’t know where the little stories came from, but the expressions are clear enough, which is already very good for her. "

Zhang Zhong nodded secretly, as expected the professional saw the same thing, Xu Yuhan had praised Peng Peng's sense of color when they first met.

"Pengpeng does have some talent in color." Zhang Zhong did not help Pengpeng to be humble, but nodded in agreement with He Ruchu's statement.

"Well, since you have talent, you have to dig it out. I wanted to give some pointers, but since there are students from the Oil Painting Department of CAFA here, I don't need to say more. Presumably, this student may have some knowledge about the use of colors." A deeper understanding than mine."

Xu Yuhan hurriedly said, "Dean He, you are self-effacing. I remember that in the early days, you specialized in green mountains and green waters. Your understanding of colors must be much better than that of an undergraduate student like me."

He Ruchu shook his head with a smile, "There is no need to be humble. Traditional Chinese painting has always been at a disadvantage in terms of color. Do I still deny this? Our use of color is not as systematic as oil painting. I also saw this by accident today. Come in and walk around the art exhibition, just stop and take a look when you see this group of paintings is a bit special, you just keep busy with your own and don't worry about me, I'll take a look around."

After finishing speaking, He Ruchu nodded to Zhang Zhong and the others, then turned and left.

Seeing that He Ruchu left like this, Hu Huifang was a little disappointed and said, "Bai is happy, I thought he would also accept us as students."

Zhang Zhong couldn't help laughing and said: "Hey, how could such a master just accept a qualified student. Besides, he is a professor of Central Academy of Sciences. He has never seen such a genius."

"That's what I said, I still have a little hope." After finishing speaking, Hu Huifang said to Pengpeng, "Pengpeng, let's not worry, when you grow up, you can go to the Central Academy of Sciences by yourself."

Pengpeng couldn't understand what grandma was saying, so she tilted her head and said, "Grandma, what is Yangmei?"

(End of this chapter)