Anecdote of the Northeast

I did a simple protection of this work that I think is particularly good, and I plan to go out and find a place to make a picture frame.

For the works of our students, the teacher usually takes them for registration first, takes a photo for archiving, and the original painting will be returned to us.

I brought "The Woman Shading the Sun" to the office of the old professor of the professional course. The old man was drinking tea quietly by himself, and he didn't show any dislike for me to disturb him.

A very serious and responsible old man, in fact, if the matter of handing in the paintings is left to others, the monitor will collect them all and hand them over, and then the work will be over, and even the matter of entering the files will be handed over to others.

But this old professor is different. He is a very serious little old man. He came to our school the year before last. Every time he handed in his homework, he had to bring his own work to show him.It is said that he used to be a mixed person in Europe and the United States, and the reason why he came back was to return to his roots, and to contribute to the country's oil painting industry.

I heard that in the past two years, every year, he would give professional courses for half a semester to the first-year students, just to pick a few students and teach them personally.

"Professor Lu, I'm Zhou Dachuan from Oil Painting Class [-]. I'm here to hand in the final assignment." Maybe some people have expectations for this final assignment, hoping that a professor will catch him with a glance and turn a sparrow into a phoenix from then on.

But for someone like me, who has been painting for half a year and is lucky to pass the exam, if he can learn something seriously and not starve to death after graduation, everything will be fine. In fact, this is not particularly fancy for this final grade.

Therefore, I did not wear a particularly energetic set of clothes like others, and took care of myself from front to back. I even found a place to make a particularly beautiful frame for my works.

I was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, and I made the simplest and cheapest picture frame and wrapped it with a piece of oilcloth, so I didn’t pay much attention to this final work.

Actually, I want to make it look better, but I really don't have the money.I don't know how long it will take for the money received two days ago.

Professor Lu is a nice person. When he saw me handing in my homework, he immediately put down his tea set and returned to his desk, "Ah, I remember you. You were sick a while ago, right? How are you doing now?"

Let me go, the old man still remembers me, I'm really flattered, this is a master in the international circle.

I hurriedly arranged the work in a very humble manner, and said, "I've been fine for a long time. After lying in the hospital for two days, I'm alive and well."

The next time you ask for leave, you must never use sick leave, and it will definitely call you "bad luck".

"Professor Lu, this work of mine is called "Woman Shading the Sun." I was thinking, should I continue to make some introductions, or keep my mouth shut. After all, although the old professor has a good personality, when these artists usually look at other people's works , It seems that I don't like having someone chattering around me.

I shut my mouth, thinking about waiting for Professor Lu to give me some comments, and then see if I should take it back and revise it, or just grade it and put it in the file.

I was waiting for Professor Lu's comment, but the other party didn't say a word, and my heart suddenly started beating.My painting is not particularly good, but it looks okay to me, why there is no sentence.

When I hesitated, I raised my head, wondering if I should say a few words.As a result, since I saw Professor Lu looking at me, I stood motionless, my fingers trembled unnaturally, and my eyes began to accumulate water.

I'll go, what's the matter with the old man, you can't be angry with me, but I can't, my painting is not very good, but it is considered average in the class, it shouldn't be.Oh, it can't be that the old man is getting old and has a stroke.

I'm in a hurry right now, don't worry, this little old man is a nice guy, and his paintings are even more famous internationally, if he really had a stroke, it would be a pity.

I immediately contacted Bai Yanqiu and wanted her to take a look, nothing happened to this old professor.

Just when I was contacting Bai Yanqiu, Professor Lu suddenly asked me, "Xiao Zhou, you, did you draw this?"

I nodded, "Yes, I just drew it the day before yesterday, and I brought it here today."

I saw that the old man seemed to be fine, so I breathed a sigh of relief, but I still asked Bai Yanqiu to come over just in case.

Although Hui Xiaobao is back, but this kid is fine depending on his luck, so let's forget about seeing a doctor.As for Feng Mei, as soon as she entered the campus, she said she wanted to go out and have a look, but she disappeared.

After a while, Bai Yanqiu heard my call and came over. At that time, I was discussing my final work with the old professor.

"Although your painting is about the back of a woman holding an umbrella under the bright sun, I can feel a deep sadness in this painting. What did you want to express when you painted it? ?”

Professor Lu was indeed a little excited before, but now he has calmed down and communicated with me very kindly. Don't mention my excitement.

"I thought at the time that the reason why she came out was to wait for someone, but the person she was waiting for didn't come, so she had to go back alone with an umbrella."

"Yeah, it's a bright day, but the people who came out exuded deep sadness. This umbrella is not for the sun, but for the tears in my heart."

Professor Lu seemed to like my work very much, and I began to think secretly in my heart. I don't want to think about the students who entered the room, but it should be no problem to get a high score. Now I will have an explanation when I go home.

"Your painting is already very good, and the colors used are very comfortable. It's just that the painting skills are a little bit worse. How long have you been learning to paint, Xiao Zhou?" Professor Lu asked me, and it seemed to me The painting skills are very disagreeable.

I feel a little aggrieved, and I feel that I have improved a lot compared to a year ago.

"Well, it's been two years, and I haven't learned it before. It's really not very good at drawing."

"Only two years? Then, you came to the Academy of Fine Arts after studying painting for half a year?" Professor Lu was very surprised, and his small eyes wearing glasses suddenly widened.

I nodded, "I didn't do well in my studies at that time, so my mother asked me to learn painting and take the art exam."

Thinking about it now, I feel that I was a bit too real at the time. If I was a smarter person, I must say that I like painting very much. I have fought for a long time with my family for painting, so I can become an art student. The dream school.

As for me, I actually said that the purpose of learning painting is to enter the university!

After hearing my explanation, Professor Lu had a dumbfounding expression on his face, "What about now, do you like drawing?"

I nodded quickly, "I like it now. I paint for a while every day. I even set up a studio at home, and I find the models myself."

"Well, that's good, that's good." Professor Lu nodded in satisfaction after listening to my words, then looked at my work, and said, "This painting is not bad, let me teach you some painting skills You should pay attention to the problem above."

Then, the old man took my painting and took me to the big studio next door.

The whole studio is about 200 square meters, and it is air-conditioned. There are various styles of oil paintings hanging on the wall of the entrance, just like a small gallery.

Professor Lu took out his brushes and paints and handed them to me. He first explained some of my shortcomings to me, and then asked me to correct them here.

I originally wanted to submit my work and attend an appreciation class in the afternoon, but seeing the old man's enthusiasm, I would be a fool if I refused.

The question is, am I a fool?It must not be.

I stayed in the studio with the old man all afternoon, and he didn't finish his teaching work for the day until someone called the old man at six o'clock in the evening.

"Xiao Zhou, it's just right. It's already time. Come and have dinner with me."

I go, not only to teach me how to draw, but also to eat?Must go.

I hurriedly packed up my things, and walked away with the old man.

At first, I thought that someone was inviting the old man to dinner, so the old man called me over by the way. Unexpectedly, we went to the residential area prepared by the school for professors and teachers.

The old man lived in a place with a garden on the first floor. As soon as I entered, I could smell a very fragrant smell.

Cod stewed tofu, great tonic.

"Grumpy"

Seeing the smile on the old man's face, I rubbed my belly in embarrassment, and explained in embarrassment: "The main reason is that the smell is so good."

"That's right, it not only smells good, but also tastes better." The old man looked proud, he didn't know, he thought it was made by himself.

"Pingzhou, you are back, wash your hands and come to eat."

The person who spoke was a very kind old lady with a smell of books all over her body. No need to guess, I knew that this must be the old man's lover.

"Da Chuan, call me Mistress." The old man gave an order, and I hurried over and said "Hi Mistress" sweetly.

The old lady replied with a smile, "Your name is Da Chuan, that's a really nice name, and it sounds impressive."

This dinner is quite hearty, in addition to stewed tofu with cod, there is also a fried eggplant, a small stir-fry with buckwheat vegetables, and a sauced duck that looks a bit like a make-up.

I guessed that the old man wanted me to come to eat and let the family add it, which moved me very much.

I silently decided in my heart that I would stop calling him old man and call him old man instead.

After dinner, the old man took me to the study and showed me some of his previous works.

Speaking of which, I had a pleasant chat with the old man.I have always been a wild and unconstrained person, and I like to think wildly, and the old man is not a rigid person, and he has a wide range of knowledge, and he can chat about everything.

Although we chatted very happily, at nine o'clock, I left.The old man is almost seventy, so he can't be allowed to stay up all night for me.

When I was about to leave, I suddenly saw a painting hanging in the corner. It was a portrait of a teenage girl, wearing a small dress from the Republic of China, sitting quietly on a chair, slightly He lowered his head, looking a little shy.

This painting is not very good, but it can make people feel the tranquility and loveliness in the painting.

In fact, the most important thing is that I feel like I have seen the little girl in the story somewhere.

But where I saw it, I can't remember.

The old man saw that I was interested in this painting, so he introduced it to me seriously.

This is the work of one of his first teachers, and the little girl in it is the first teacher's daughter.But when the Northeast fell, the child was lost, and he was never found.

The first teacher had always wanted to find his daughter during his lifetime, but at that time the country was in turmoil and foreign invaders invaded, so finding a child was simply impossible.

Until the first teacher passed away, I was deeply regretful.

I didn't dare to say that the girl looked familiar to me. If I looked familiar, it was probably a ghost.

The old lady saw that I was going to leave, and wanted to keep me at home for one night, but I refused. She only said that there was still work to be done tomorrow, and that she would definitely come here often if needed.

On the contrary, the old man gave me the key to the studio before leaving, and asked me to go to the studio to draw in the future. The environment there is better.

I went out and walked back with the key, all the way in a daze.

By the way, did I hit the jackpot? !