Rebirth of the Ultimate Marriage

As soon as a flight from Modu to Imperial Capital landed, several young people were standing at the exit and waiting. When they saw a few old people coming out of the exit, these young people immediately surrounded them.

"Teacher, we are here to take you back to school." The young man in the lead said, and rushed to pick up the luggage from the old man. For the young people who came up, except for an old man in colorful clothes, he had to carry his luggage by himself.

This old man is naturally Zhuge Yu, a professor at the Q Academy of Fine Arts.

Some of the old people who came back with him were professors from the Q Academy of Fine Arts, and some were professors from other art colleges. They all came back from attending the seminar in Shanghai.The young people in front of them are all their students, and they don't know where they learned about their itinerary. Now they are here to pick them up, these old professors, back to school.

When the old professors saw that Zhuge Yu didn't give him any luggage, they joked, "I heard that you have a good seed in Shanghai, but they won't come with you, will they?"

Zhuge Yu glanced at the professor and said, "What do you mean not coming with me? I haven't invited you yet, do you know? He is still in my probationary period, do you know?"

"Come on!" Another dean immediately broke the stage, "Is there still an inspection? Who brought back the painting of that good seedling as a treasure, isn't it? No one will take over the luggage for the painting, so it's not worrying. Someone ruined your painting?"

His thoughts were exposed, so Zhuge Yu stopped pretending. He raised his brows and said, "I think you are just jealous that I met a good seed again, right? Damn you are jealous! Hmph!" The luggage left first, and the colorful back was full of pride.

Several other professors looked at Zhuge Yu's back and laughed, and one of them laughed and said: "There is no such thing as a horoscope, and it is worth being so proud."

"His personality is always like this." Another person echoed.

"I remember he said two years ago that he would not accept apprentices? Why is he so anxious to recruit people today?"

"It seems that this time he really met a good seedling, and it made him break his words to close the door."

"After you say that, I'm really curious about how talented the person he is looking at this time is."

"Who isn't curious?"

Several professors talked and laughed and left with the students who came to pick them up.

……

When Zhuge Yu returned home, he didn't even have time to pack his luggage, so he rushed to a mountain in the outskirts of the imperial capital with the ink painting that Chen Li drew that day.

This mountain is in a relatively remote place, not a scenic spot, it is deserted, and only some young people come to climb the mountain during holidays.

It is a working day now, and the whole mountain is silent. In summer, the trees are luxuriant. As soon as you enter the mountain forest, the heat outside is resisted by the lush branches and leaves. The feeling of coolness is blowing on your face, and all the heat disappears without a trace.

Zhuge Yu parked the car at the foot of the mountain, looked at the winding mountain road in front of him, and sighed deeply.This old guy doesn't live anywhere, but he wants to live in a place where no shit is done, and every time he comes to find him, it takes a lot of effort.

Zhuge Yu walked into the mountain forest as if resigned to his fate, the sun dappled through the gaps in the leaves, and the mountain breeze was cool, Zhuge Yu's impetuous heart slowly calmed down after not walking far.

After walking along the winding mountain road for half an hour, I heard the sound of gurgling water. Zhuge Yu walked along the direction of the sound, and soon saw a small stream falling from a high place, forming a stream. A small waterfall, under the waterfall, there is a wooden waterwheel slowly turning under the drive of the waterfall.A bamboo pipe is connected under the waterwheel to bring the stream water to a large tank not far from the bank.

There are a few carps swimming leisurely in the water tank, spit a few bubbles occasionally, and play some games of chasing each other.A water lily floats on the water tank, blooming in full bloom against the sun.

Next to the water tank is a moss-covered stone step. When you climb up the steps, there is a small wooden house. There is a scent of tea in the wooden house, and the white gauze is gently floating under the summer wind.

Zhuge Yu approached, pushed open the wooden door, and a string of wind chimes hanging on the wooden door was driven by the wooden door, making a crisp tinkling sound, telling the people inside that a guest was coming.

However, there was no need for the wind chime to warn, as Zhuge Yu just stepped into the wooden door when his loud voice rang out.

"Old man, I brought you a good thing today." Zhuge Yu said, stepping on the bluestone road, all the way into the cabin, the dirt just stepped up the mountain left Zhuge Yu's footprints on the bluestone road.

Zhuge Yu didn't knock on the door either, and went up the steps, pushed the door open and went in. Sure enough, he saw an old man with white hair and beard who was painting with a brush.

Seeing the master painting, Zhuge Yu swallowed the words in his throat, walked quietly to the side of the old man, and stared at the world in the old man's painting.

Distant mountains, still water, return to the boat.

It is a fresh and elegant ink painting, with just a few strokes, it makes people fall into a world full of hazy beauty.

More than once, Zhuge Yu felt that the old man in front of him was not a human being, but a god from outside the world. Otherwise, in today's impatient society, how could this person live leisurely in this deep mountain and old forest?

The old man did not close his brush until he put the last ink dot on the painting, and looked at Zhuge Yu faintly. The light blue gown made the old man look like a person who came down from the fairy world, full of fairy spirit.

"Do you have any good things to share with me?" the old man asked.

Zhuge Yu looked away from the old man's painting, and said mysteriously: "I'll show you a painting today, I'm sure you'll like it more than I do."

The old man raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhuge Yu, with a look of waiting and waiting.

Zhuge Yu smiled and spread out the scroll in his hand, saying: "A young man drew this in a shop in Shanghai. I think it suits your taste, so I brought it here for you to have a look."

After being told by Zhuge Yu, the old man was also a little curious, and his eyes fell on the scroll that was slowly unfolding. When the scroll was fully unfolded, the dull emotion in the old man's eyes disappeared, and a look of astonishment appeared in his eyes.

Zhuge Yu had been paying attention to the expression of the old man, and he naturally caught the figure in the old man's eyes. Knowing that the old man was also attracted by the painting just like himself, he said proudly: "Well, I have a good eye. Bar?"

The old man ignored Zhuge Yu and devoted himself to the painting in front of him.There is also a world in the painting. This painting can make him feel a complete world. This world is dark and depressing. This world is full of danger. It is not snowflakes flying like goose feathers, but long Every time a knife falls on a tree, it is an injury.

Looking at this painting and experiencing the world in this painting quietly, the heart will contract and rise together, as if being tightly grasped by something, it hurts and hurts, it is very uncomfortable.

A few simple artistic conceptions, is a world full of pain.

"This is an unfinished painting." The old man carefully observed the world in the painting, and said when he saw a corner of the painting.

"How do you say it?" Zhuge Yu didn't notice it, but when the old man said it this time, he was a little curious.

The old man pointed towards a corner of the painting with his skinny fingers, "Have you seen this broken edge?"

Zhuge Yu looked in the direction of the old man's finger, only to find that he saw a little red at the place where the end was broken, which looked a bit abrupt. Zhuge Yu recalled the scene that day and guessed: "When the young man was painting this painting, I was interrupted by someone, do you think it might have been accidentally stained with red paint?"

"Impossible." The old man categorically denied Zhuge Yu's conjecture, "If I'm not wrong, that young man should have wanted to draw Ling Han's plum blossoms alone on the cliff, and there should be something left to draw after the plum blossoms. And this unpainted thing may be able to break the depression and dullness of this world."

Zhuge Yu opened his mouth to refute something, and in the next second, Chen Li and Wei Chen couldn't help but appear in his mind, Chen Li who was deeply trapped in his own world, and Wei Chen who was the only one who knocked on the door of Chen Li's heart .

Perhaps, the old guy's analysis makes sense.

The old man didn't pay attention to Zhuge Yu's psychology, and his thoughts were devoted to the painting in front of him.The person who painted this picture has a delicate inner world and super compositional ability. It is not good at painting, but a person who can draw a world full of emotions and desires is great.

"such a pity……"

The old man looked away from the painting and sighed a long time.

"What a pity?" Zhuge Yu didn't understand why.In his opinion, even if this painting is not finished, it is already perfect. What is there to regret?Of course, Zhuge Yu also believed in the eyes of the old man. Although they were all painters, they specialized in different directions, and the old man could definitely see things that he couldn't see.

"It's a pity that the person who drew this picture is still immature and his way is a bit wild." When the old man said this, the regret in his eyes was obvious. If this person was his student, then he would definitely let the painting The person in the picture is more and more perfect!

"I knew you would take a fancy to this painting, no, you would take a fancy to the person who painted this painting." Zhuge Yu smiled with everything under control, "I came to you today just for this People came."

"If you are looking for me to be a teacher, you can avoid it. I am too old to teach." The old man said, walked to a bamboo chair and sat down, poured himself a cup of green tea, and blew away the green leaves on the cup. Smoke, take a sip, the entrance is slightly bitter, and then sweet, with endless aftertaste.

"You think highly of yourself. When did I say that young man is looking for you as a teacher?" Zhuge Yu said, he also found a place to sit down, poured a cup of tea, and tasted it like an old man, but finally felt uncomfortable. Satisfied, he raised his head and drank the whole cup of tea.

"It was I who planned to take him as an apprentice and show you his works. I also wanted to tell you that I found a good seed. I can't help but think that the good seed in oil painting is also a good seed in Chinese painting." Speaking of this, Zhuge Yu made a mean smile, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, this Chinese painting seems to be the first Chinese painting that young man painted."