Ye Cheng

After staying at home for a few days, all the works that should be processed have been processed. Looking at the empty studio, Ye Cheng couldn't help but smoked a few more cigarettes, and then managed to pull himself together and went to Professor Han to continue practicing Chinese painting.Professor Han is getting old, and his closed disciple is probably the last student of his professor. No matter what, the old man should not be disappointed.

Professor Han didn't know what Ye Cheng had been through recently, but he could tell that he was not in a good state of mind, so he asked Ye Cheng to pack up and stay at his house for a few days.Professor Han's only daughter is abroad, and he and his wife are the only two people at home. His wife has already put all her body and mind into the elderly art troupe, and she doesn't usually stay at home.

In the beginning, Ye Cheng spent most of his time practicing calligraphy. Professor Han's house was very quiet, and occasionally a few acquaintances came to visit, and most of them were in the living room downstairs. Ye Cheng didn't go out to meet guests very often.

After this incident, Ye Cheng began to re-examine himself, both in life and in art.Although it is said that those who do not know are not guilty, Ye Cheng still cannot tolerate himself like this. Indulging his ignorance is actually a crime. No matter what he says, he is ashamed of Lan Mu's wife and son.

For my own paintings, they cost 10,000+ hundreds of thousands, which is ridiculous when I think about it now. In the past, I could sell tens of thousands of 10,000+. A large part of it was because Ye Ping helped him set up a blog, which was quite literary and artistic. Some people love it, and they are not completely idiots. Some people appreciate it, so they are willing to pay for it, mainly because they have a lot of money in their pockets.

Later, when the art exhibition was held, many professors in the school came to support him, and even recommended some of his friends to come. After all, G Beauty is a prestigious school, and the professors of G Beauty are all authoritative. Under the aura of authority, the price of his works has increased again.But to put it bluntly, even though the professors at the school have some appreciation for them, many of them just want to show their students a little face and come over to show their face.

Every painter has different points of satisfaction and dissatisfaction with his own works. For those paintings that he is not satisfied with, how can he still have the nerve to sell them to others, let them hang in the living room or study, or even ask someone to come over? Watch reviews.As for a work that satisfies me, it is rare to get one in a few years. Such a work may be difficult to surpass in a lifetime. Are you willing to sell it?

The reason why he was able to sell those works with almost no psychological barriers before was simply because he had some confidence in his own level at that time, thinking that those works that he was not very satisfied with might be considered good by others. This kind of confidence is really baseless and ridiculous.

Although the current art market is showing a false enthusiasm, there are many young people selling paintings, and those who are brave enough dare to sell their works to millions.How can a painter survive without selling paintings?This problem has become a public fig leaf. Some people become addicted after using it once or twice, and gradually become more and more brazen, and then they have no scruples.

However, we must know that there are heaven and man outside the sky, and there are people outside the sky. Even if this society is exaggerated on the surface, there are still many master painters and connoisseurs who live in this society with different attitudes.Some people see that people talk about people, they can tell lies, and they can tell lies for money, but they are like a mirror in their hearts, praising you while despising you.Some people don't like talking very much. They keep a low profile and don't show off their talents. They just study art, or have a few friends with similar interests. Even if young artists outside are promoted to the sky, they don't take it seriously.

The last art exhibition was quite successful. Several galleries have already contacted Ye Cheng, expressing their willingness to help him increase his worth. In the future, no matter whether it is consignment or auction, the price of his works will not be lower.But Ye Cheng didn't agree, he didn't want to sell his paintings anymore, and he didn't want to let his clumsy works spread.

Such a decision is not based on the noble sentiments of any artist, and it has nothing to do with Qing Gao. He just can't bear to be treated as a joke by others when his works are spread to a certain place.Those who know others are wise and those who know themselves are wise. After re-examining his works, Ye Cheng finally has some understanding of his position now, and he is no longer as ignorant as before.

Accompanied by ink and brushes all day long, Ye Cheng's mood has gradually settled down. A gentleman is knowledgeable and thinks about himself three times a day. The ancients know better than modern people, because they always spend more time thinking.And no matter how much modern people study ancient poetry, they can't reach their heights. It's not something they comprehended, and it's nothing more than their own words when they say it from their mouths.

A month later, Ye Cheng returned to his studio and started oil painting again. This time, he no longer needed to worry about other people's eyes and evaluations, because he didn't sell this work, he only painted it for himself. Framed for collection, if you are not satisfied, just take a pair of scissors and cut it, just a piece of fabric and a few lumps of oil paint.

What Ye Cheng painted were two old hens with reed flowers. They were commonplace and the colors were not very bright. He no longer stuck to the shape of things, but only painted the two old hens in his memory. Those two old hens that lay eggs.

At that time, Ye Cheng lived ignorantly and peacefully in that empty courtyard, apart from him and Huizi, there were only those two old hens, and eggs were his best food.But the two chickens were snatched away in the end. For this, he knocked his head and Huizi was kicked severely. Then Qian Xingliang appeared, he also left the village, and his life began. become different.

On the one hand, Professor Han took Ye Cheng to learn traditional Chinese painting, and on the other hand, he often learned about his progress in oil painting. His wife spent all day in the art troupe, and sometimes he would go to Ye Cheng's house when he had nothing to do. He saw Ye Cheng's new work once, and Professor Han obviously liked this painting very much.

Artists in City B all have their own circles, and Professor Han is no exception. Every few days he invites a few old friends to drink tea at home. In fact, drinking tea is just a pretext. He brought Ye Cheng's new painting back When we got home, I took out the painting when I was halfway through my tea.Professor Han has taught for most of his life, and has met many students with good qualifications, but Ye Cheng is his closed disciple after all, so the treatment is different. Thinking that he has retired, he can still receive such a suitable student, Professor Han was proud of himself, so he inevitably wanted to show off in front of his old friends.

Ye Cheng didn't know about this small tea painting meeting at the beginning, and when Professor Han moved the painting away, he only said that he liked to take it back and take a good look at it.But when those old men saw the painting, they asked Professor Han to make a phone call and call them over. They all said they wanted to meet this young man, so Ye Cheng went.

"Ye Cheng, come on, sit down." Seeing Professor Han's students approaching, those people were also very enthusiastic. They greeted Ye Cheng to sit down, poured him a cup of tea, and chatted some gossip. It probably has something to do with art.

"Oh, I heard that two students from the adult education class held an art exhibition a while ago. Are you there?" The old man who asked the question was about sixty years old, with a bald head and a slightly fat body. Like the uncle of the neighbor, he looks very casual.

"Yes." Ye Cheng nodded, he was in a different mood now, and he didn't want to say much about that art exhibition.

"I heard that many works have been sold?" the man asked again.

"Sold a few." Ye Cheng replied honestly, secretly a little wary in his heart.

"Then tell us, how much is this painting going to sell for?" Sure enough, he was waiting here.

"This painting is not for sale." Ye Cheng felt a little headache, it seemed that this old man was not as kind as he appeared on the surface.

"Why are all your previous works sold, but this one is not for sale?" The old man was not polite at all, and he didn't know whether he really wanted to buy this painting or just used Ye Cheng for entertainment.

"It's not just this one, it won't be sold anymore."

"Could it be that you young man are using words to deceive me? Are you worried that you will not be able to charge a high price with the presence of Mr. Han? It's okay, just tell me how much it is, I can afford it, old man. How about it, I will give you 100 million, and this painting will be regarded as How about mine?"

"I don't dare to sell this painting for 100 million." The old man probably didn't like the young painter, otherwise he couldn't speak so harshly, but he was a senior, so Ye Cheng had no choice but to lower his posture.

"Why didn't it sell for 100 million? How much did you sell for the paintings in the art exhibition? It's not cheap, right? This painting must be better than those. Otherwise, Mr. Han wouldn't just ask us to come and see it."

"What happened before is that Ye Cheng was young and ignorant. Please don't be as knowledgeable as I am. This painting is indeed not for sale." Ye Cheng smiled on his face, feeling helpless in his heart, saying that he is old Just like a child, he only met this old man for the first time today, but he was taught a lesson so relentlessly.It's just that this painting can be said to be Ye Cheng's most satisfying work so far. He originally planned to keep it for himself, but was later taken away by Professor Han. He also thought that if Professor Han really liked it, he would give it to him. him.

"Hey, Old Han, you student is so shameless. You are 27 and eight years old, and you still say you are young and ignorant." The old man finally let Ye Cheng go, and turned to talk to Professor Han.

"Aren't you still young at the age of 27?" Professor Han is naturally on Ye Cheng's side. Just now when the two of them talked, he couldn't be too protective. After all, Ye Cheng is not a child anymore. Sometimes it is better for him to deal with it himself than for Master to speak out.

"Then tell this young apprentice for me, how can you give me this painting, my old man's words are worthless."

"No one knows you, how can you have weight." The people on the side also spoke.

"There is no such thing as you in appreciating paintings. When you see one, you want one. Everyone is like you. Who will dare to take the good things out next time?" Someone said again,

"Tsk, we've been friends for decades, old Zhang, am I that kind of person!"

"Then what are you doing this time?"

"Isn't it just my old man? His [-]th birthday is coming soon. The old man has no hobbies, but he likes to collect paintings. He doesn't like to ask for our own paintings. He said that he has seen them for decades. Look at them. I’m tired of watching it, let’s get some fresh ones.” As he spoke, the man reached out and touched his bald head, looking really distressed. "You said that the old man has lived for so long, and he still has this little hobby. He is almost perfect. Are there any famous masterpieces in the painting world that he has never seen before? What are the new ones that are so easy to find?"

"It's really hard to handle, and he doesn't like him at an average level." The people next to him sighed, probably the legendary old man was really not easy to deal with.

"Do you think he can appreciate this painting?" Professor Han asked.

"I think it's okay, but isn't your student unwilling to sell it?"

Professor Han glanced at Ye Cheng, the implication was already very obvious, Ye Cheng no longer insisted, nodded and said: "The teacher is the master."

"Old Zhang, I have made an agreement with you. I will let you take this painting back first. If the old man likes it, let him accept it. If he doesn't like it, you have to send it back to me. I also like it very much, before I even have time to talk to Ye Cheng, I let you take the lead."

"Hey, hey, it's easy to say, easy to say, if I can make the old man happy, I owe you a favor."

Just like that, when the group of people dispersed, Ye Cheng's new work was also taken away, but Professor Han said that Lao Zhang's teacher's surname is Zhong, if this painting can be liked by him, it is also for Ye Cheng One kind of affirmation, even if Ye Cheng acts low-key in the future, people in the circle will not underestimate him too much.In a sense, Zhong Lao is a higher level of authority.