The Romance of a Young Painter

Meng Meng was the first to see Shen Guangji. There was a trace of panic in her eyes, but she quickly calmed down.

Zhou Nianjiu also raised his head from the painting. At this moment, the confusion that made people imagine disappeared, and he returned to his normal appearance.

"I'm painting a portrait." Shen Guangji walked behind Zhou Nianjiu.

Zhou Nianjiu let out a "hmm" and lowered his head to continue the unfinished part. The subtle feeling just now disappeared. He could describe the Mengmeng in front of him more objectively without adding any elements processed by the creator. In his mind , this is a portrait suitable for the owner of the portrait.

Meng Meng also noticed the changes in Zhou Nianjiu, she felt a little bit regretful, but somehow fortunate, this complicated emotion made her unconsciously glance at Shen Guangji.

"Sit still and don't move." Shen Guangji casually picked up the score on the table next to her and knocked on her.

"Alas." Meng Meng covered her head and yelled, "Uncle, please be gentle, I'm a girl, what should I do if I'm going to be disfigured and can't get married?"

"Now you know that you are married?" Shen Guangji said.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I have been taken advantage of." Meng Meng winked at Zhou Nianjiu, signaling that it was his turn to cooperate with her this time.

"Oh, Meng Meng, I'm drawing your face." Zhou Nianjiu didn't understand Meng Meng's meaning at all.

The idiot!Meng Meng glared at him angrily.

Zhou Nianjiu finished the painting in a short while, and Meng Meng couldn't wait to pick it up to look at it, nodded while looking at it and said, "It's not bad, it looks like this girl."

Zhou Nianjiu looked at Meng Meng helplessly, and said, "If you don't twist around, I can draw a little more like it."

Meng Meng said: "Then next time I change my look, you can draw another picture for me, and I will reward you if you finish the picture."

"What do you mean by changing the shape and painting again? You treat this as a photo studio." Shen Guangji knocked her again.

Meng Meng hurriedly jumped away holding the portrait, and said to Zhou Nianjiu, "That's the deal, I will draw another one next time."

Zhou Nianjiu was about to agree, when she heard Shen Guangji say: "Don't spoil her, as far as her aesthetic is concerned, she has to paint with a soft light selfie effect to make her look good."

Meng Meng was unhappy, and said: "What's wrong with the soft light selfie, it looks good when you take it."

Shen Guangji didn't engage in such meaningless arguments with her, he said to Zhou Nianjiu: "I have a lecture in a few days, are you interested in being a guest teaching assistant?"

Zhou Nianjiu asked, "What lecture?"

Shen Guangji said: "As for the composition of paintings, when explaining, someone needs to help with a live demonstration."

Zhou Nianjiu said uncertainly, "I've never done this kind of thing before, can it work?"

"Just demonstrate a few basic forms, and finally do one or two impromptu personalized evolutions." Seeing that Zhou Nianjiu was still a little hesitant, Shen Guangji said, "It doesn't matter if you don't want to go, but I have to spend more time to find Find the right person, after all, no one knows my personal style better than you, after all."

"It's not that I don't want to go, it's just that I'm afraid it won't work well," Zhou Nianjiu quickly explained. He thought for a while and said, "Why don't you tell me about the things involved, and I'll go back and prepare."

Seeing that Shen Guangji and Zhou Nianjiu began to ignore her existence and chat about technical terms, Meng Meng, who was confused, finally couldn't help knocking on the table and said: "Hey, this is my recording studio, you two just go to the studio if you want to talk." Talk outside, don’t interfere with my creation.”

The two people who were thrown out looked at each other, and Shen Guangji said: "How about this, you go to my place, I will give you the outline of the lecture, and take a look at the painting I plan to use as a model."

Zhou Nianjiu naturally had no objection.

Looking back, Meng Meng was so angry that both of them were gone.

In her impression, Shen Guangji before would only look at her differently, but after he returned to China this time, although he came here almost every day, most of the time he spent with Zhou Nianjiu and was not close to her; but on the other hand, as a She, who is a senior face control person, can't hate Zhou Nianjiu anymore, and even develops a good impression of him during this period of getting along with him.But now these two people just walked away on their own, and for a while, she didn't know whether she was Shen Guangji who should take Zhou Nianjiu away in anger, or Zhou Nianjiu who was favored by Shen Guangji.

When they arrived at Shen Guangji's place, Zhou Nianjiu noticed the pomegranate tree in the yard as soon as he entered, and said, "This tree is sprouting, it seems to have been transplanted."

Shen Guangji said: "Yes, maybe this year's Mid-Autumn Festival will be able to enjoy the moon while eating pomegranates grown by myself."

When Zhou Nianjiu thought that this was the pomegranate her mother had eaten when she was a child, she couldn't help saying: "That's great, you must taste it when the time comes to see if it's sweet."

Shen Guangji said: "It seems that I have to take good care of it, and don't let the insects who don't know where come from eat the leaves and fruits."

Zhou Nianjiu thought that the tree was fostered by him, so he said: "I have caused you enough trouble, let me do it."

Shen Guangji smiled and said: "What's the matter, I'm the one who grows the flowers in this yard, so many trees are nothing, I still want to eat a few pomegranates for you, come anytime you want, when the time comes Give me a hand."

"Okay." Zhou Nianjiu nodded, and went in to make tea with Shen Guangji to discuss the lecture, and then the topic got far away. When he recovered, it was already evening, and Shen Guangji stayed Zhou Nianjiu for dinner.

Zhou Nianjiu was too embarrassed to sit still this time, so she helped us choose and wash vegetables.

Shen Guangji said: "I want to chop onions, you should wait over there so as not to choke."

Zhou Nianjiu went to the other side of the cooking table with half of the vegetables in his arms, and said: "I was like this when I was at home. When I was cooking, he always drove me away, especially my dad. The kitchen didn't even let me in, saying that I was disrupting his cooking arrangement there."

"Your family is really good to you," Shen Guangji asked, "By the way, do you still want to investigate about your biological father?"

Zhou Nianjiu realized that he forgot to tell Shen Guangji, and quickly said: "That my brother is already checking, he said he has news and let me know."

The onion had already been chopped in a short while, Shen Guangji put it under the faucet and rinsed it, then took off the goggles and said, "That's ok, if there is anything I can help, just let me know."

Zhou Nianjiu agreed.

When Shen Guangji was driving people back at night, Zhou Nianjiu received a call from Wenmingyuan.

"Xiao Nian, I will go to City B next Tuesday."

"Next Tuesday?" It happened to be the day of Shen Guangji's lecture, and Zhou Nianjiu asked, "Dad, are you flying or high-speed rail? What time will you arrive?"

Wen Wenyuan said: "Recently, planes are often delayed, and the wait is several hours. I asked my secretary to book the high-speed train at [-]:[-] in the morning, and it will arrive around [-]:[-] in the afternoon."

Zhou Nianjiu glanced at Shen Guangji beside him, and said, "Dad, I have something to do that afternoon, so I might not be able to pick you up."

Wen Wenming was far from happy, and said: "What is more important than meeting your father, is it dating your little girlfriend? Sure enough, the son will not kiss his father when he grows up..."

"Dad, what are you talking about?" Zhou Nianjiu quickly interrupted him, and said, "It's Teacher Shen. He had a lecture that day, and I promised to be his assistant."

Wen Wenyuan was taken aback. He knew that his youngest son could be an invisible person in public, but now he was going to be an assistant for some lecture. This meant that his youngest son was going to be on stage. There was an urge to record this historic moment, so he said: "Then you go, I will take a taxi there by myself. By the way, son, where is your lecture and what time does it start?"

Zhou Nianjiu asked Shen Guangji, and then told Wenmingyuan the situation.

After Wen Wenyuan hung up the phone, he immediately asked his secretary to change the train to an earlier one, planning to go directly to the venue to record.

Zhou Nianjiu didn't know that Wenmingyuan had made this plan, and thought he said he took a taxi to his residence, so when he got home, he cleaned up the guest room in advance, and then moved the bedding out to dry for a round, and it was still in the refrigerator I added some dishes to make it look like I usually cook at home.

Soon it was Tuesday, and on the day of the lecture, Zhou Nianjiu dressed more formally than usual.

Shen Guangji was dressed in a similar semi-formal attire, causing a commotion when he entered the lecture hall.

"Professor Shen is such a god, so handsome!" A girl in the front row excitedly took out her mobile phone and started taking pictures.

"That teaching assistant is so handsome, I don't know which department it is from, I've never seen it before." The best friend next to her saw Zhou Nianjiu standing behind Shen Guangji with sharp eyes.

The girl shook her head and said, "Probably not from our school. The new teaching assistants recruited by the school in the past few years are all crooked. This person is probably brought over by Professor Shen."

"I don't know if he lacks a girlfriend." The best friend straightened her hair on the phone screen.

"Don't be stupid, okay? There are nine scumbags out of ten men who are engaged in art, especially this handsome one. I don't know how many people have slept in the bed. It's better to look at it from a distance." After taking a few pictures, he said, "Professor Shen has a good reputation, but he is tall, rich and handsome, and we are not in the same world at all."

The best friend said: "Anyway, you only have Professor Shen in your eyes, no matter, I will ask him to add a WeChat later."

While everyone was nympho, some students said: "I heard that Professor Shen spent a few years abroad collecting music, and this lecture is his first after returning to China. No wonder there are so many people. Luckily, they came here early to take up a seat. "

"Not only the teachers and students of our school, but also a lot of people outside the school. You have never seen the road and the back are full of people."

"It's a good time to catch up. It is said that Professor Shen will reopen elective courses next semester, and he must get the quota by then."

"The seniors of the previous sessions are probably going to be envious and jealous."

However, there are also discordant voices: "This Shen Guangji has a great reputation. I heard that there are shady things behind his award, but his paintings are actually not very good."

Someone immediately retorted: "Have you ever seen anyone in Huaguo who has the ability to win the Nobel Prize? The prize that Professor Shen won last year is the Nobel Prize in the art world. And he started to win international awards as early as his teens." , at that time you didn’t know where to play in the mud.”

The student before was a little timid, and argued: "Then why there were so many negative. Negative. News about him in the past few years? It can't be groundless."

The latter said angrily: "Maybe someone is jealous of Professor Shen and deliberately discredited him."

No matter how disturbed the audience was, the two people on the stage were doing their preparations calmly, and there was a tacit understanding between their every move.Wen Wenming was mixed among a group of students who came late and didn't occupy a seat. He looked at his youngest son on the podium from a distance, and felt in his heart that a son had just grown into a family.