Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Shanghai lives up to its reputation as a "ten-mile ocean beach". Whether it is the staff club, restaurant or hot water room, the furnishings and decorations are much more luxurious and exquisite than those in Jincheng.

Apart from anything else, the plates provided in the staff cafeteria alone can give us a glimpse of this. You have to know that in Beijing, which is the capital of China, even the lunch boxes in the cafeteria of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill are made by employees themselves using leftover materials.

In comparison, the living conditions of the employees at Shanghai Film Studio are like living in a honey pot.

Especially the dress and clothing of the female employees here, which seems to be of uniform style, glass stockings, thin-soled high heels, and small floral shirts. This is a completely opposite aesthetic to the atmosphere in Beijing where people prefer red clothes over women's clothing.

During the meal breaks, Li Weijun caught more than one glimpse of the white and slender calves under the tassels of the skirt, as white as lotus roots. The calves were straight and slender, and the vitality and vigor of all things made one stop and stare.

It’s true that even Li Weijun, who is knowledgeable and experienced, felt a little dizzy.

After enjoying a meal of local specialties, my neck felt sore just from staring at it.

Li Weijun stretched his neck and was about to send the plate to the recycling area when he unexpectedly discovered that in a corner of the restaurant, there was a graceful figure wearing a saree skirt and with long black hair draped over her shoulders like a waterfall, biting the tip of a pen and thinking hard about something.

Holding the dinner plate, Li Weijun took a closer look and, as luck would have it, discovered that the female comrade was sketching some embroidered figures with great ease.

Although the characters appear to have simple and rough lines and the painting style is a bit immature, the artist's grasp of some micro-expressions shows that he has a profound foundation.

Especially these hand-painted characters, although they are not very exquisite, and some of them even resemble the funny style of picture books, their smoothness alone is already commendable.

As he looked at it, Li Weijun couldn't help but be distracted. He felt that this style of painting was somewhat familiar, and was wondering where he had seen it before.

The girl seemed to notice the movement behind her. She turned her head slightly, revealing her slightly pretty and childish face, and stared at the uninvited guest suspiciously.

Her big eyes were filled with frustration and confusion: "Comrade, when did you hide behind me? What's going on? Is there something wrong?"

Li Weijun felt a little embarrassed after being caught red-handed. He couldn't say that he came to see the true appearance of something out of admiration for its beauty.

He could only touch his nose and change the subject: "Girl, you don't know that I have always been a painting enthusiast. Over the years, I have visited many famous teachers and made friends with a group of cartoonists and painters. Although my attainments in painting are not as good as everyone else's, I still have some experience. I just saw you painting and couldn't help but come over."

Although the words were sincere, the girl still looked at Li Weijun warily, examining him with a suspicious look: "You also know painting? Have you studied this aspect..."

After hesitating for a moment, Li Weijun lied and assured without thinking: "Hey, look at what you said, how can I make fun of this? I really mean it. Not only have I studied it, I also treasure many rare books, all of which are hand-painted embroidered by masters. I read them by candlelight every night before going to bed, savoring them carefully. Every time I take a look at them, I benefit a lot."

Li Weijun said this without feeling guilty, as he was indeed reviewing the embroidery picture album every night. As for whether he was serious or not, Li Weijun could not guarantee it.

As for art, it has always originated from life but is higher than life. There is no distinction between elegance and vulgarity. Whether you distinguish between highbrow and lowbrow depends on what the masses like and accept.

For example, Li Weijun studied the classic masterpieces of Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng, such as The Lamp Grass Monk, Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, and Jin Ping Mei. If there were no embroidered picture albums, Li Weijun would not even bother to take a look at them.

What does it mean to have both pictures and texts?

This is a picture with text, I won’t look at it if there is no embroidery...

The girl was young and inexperienced, but she did not expect that Li Weijun had hidden a painting within a painting. She turned her head completely, revealing her fair and bright face, and smiled, revealing a mouthful of glutinous rice-white teeth.

Their eyes met for a moment, and Li Weijun couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

Good man, isn't this Liu, no, Teacher Bai Jiebai?

The gentle eyes and eyebrows, the quietness yet a hint of pitiful coldness and detachment, made even Li Weijun, who was as steady as an old monk, feel a little confused.

I couldn't help but say: "Bai, Teacher Bai..."

Being called this out of the blue, Ji Xiaotao couldn't help but frown and rolled her eyes: "What Teacher Bai? My last name is Ji, Ji Xiaotao, Ji means spring all year round, Tao means peach blossoms fill the courtyard."

"Oh, little Miss Ji, I am so rude. I think you have the temperament of a female teacher. You look like an old friend named Bai Jie, who was a teacher in high school. But she was always bullied in school..."

After Li Weijun came to his senses, he looked at this wonderful man who looked exactly like Liu Tao again and again, and he couldn't help but feel distracted.

Use this to test the cadres?

Which cadre can withstand such a test?

No, I have to find a way to let her go!

As the saying goes, a fly won't bite a seamless egg. As long as you have a strong will and never give up, you can carve metal and stone.

Li Weijun cleared his throat, leaned down and pointed out with a pretentious look, saying, "I think that in this painting, it is not enough to just pursue the resemblance of form. Our Chinese painting emphasizes being carried away by the form. As long as the spirit is well painted, and the plot and character settings are well described, the resulting work will still be popular."

Ji Xiaotao didn't expect Li Weijun to bend over, and the distance was so close that they could even hear each other's breathing clearly.

Her face flushed and she was just about to hold her breath, but unexpectedly, Li Weijun actually provided a feasible plan that hit the nail on the head.

In fact, after graduating from the National University of Fine Arts, Ji Xiaotao has always been instilled with the concept of Western painting style, especially since her major was oil painting.

Western oil paintings particularly emphasize resemblance to form, but Ji Xiaotao is not interested in these rigid and old-fashioned things. Instead, she loves the funny painting style and humorous meaning like those in picture books.

According to Ji Xiaotao's own ideas, paintings are for adults to appreciate, but there should also be paintings that entertain children and teach them. The most vulgar is the most elegant, and the most elegant is the most vulgar.

We cannot be bound by past forms. Not to mention, this concept is truly beyond the times.

Isn’t this the concept of comics? It’s just that Ji Xiaotao is still in the exploration stage.

After Li Weijun accurately grasped this information, he shook Ji Xiaotao's hand seriously.

Just when Ji Xiaotao was about to call him a lecher, Li Weijun sketched out the image of a round-headed, short-bodied cat-shaped robot with just a few strokes.

With its lively whiskers, antenna-like tail and the iconic little pocket on its belly, Doraemon came into being.