The medicine jar is loved and abused

After that, everything returned to normal. Xie Yin officially went to work on the seventh day of the lunar new year. Before he left the house, as a "little wife", Shen Ning even sent him to the door of his house.

On Shen Ning's side, all kinds of social activities have sprung up like mushrooms after the spring rain after the year. On Shen Ning's occasion, there were several tea parties related to oil paintings to invite him.He was destined not to be that kind of slick and likable painter, and most of them refused.However, he had no choice but to accept an invitation from Mrs. Qin two days ago.

In the art world, not only the achievements of the artist itself will affect the value of artworks, but also an important factor, that is, collectors.

A heavyweight collector has extremely tricky and rich insights into collections in a certain art field. If he collects a certain artist's work, then the artist's value will rise sharply within a period of time. Let's not mention him Whether it can bear this honor itself, but at least it is of great help in terms of reputation.

Victor Gard is a well-known collector of oil paintings. He is of Chinese-French blood, and his grandmother seems to have Chinese blood. He has close contacts with domestic oil painting artists. He is also a good friend of Mrs. Qin for many years.Victor himself doesn't like exaggeration and flattery, and his speech is tricky and mean. He belongs to the kind of "independent" person. When he came to China this time, Mrs. Qin specially held a small family gathering for him. Some friends in the industry.

Shen Ning was originally not qualified to be invited to this party, but most likely because of Xie Yin's face, Mrs. Qin still kindly invited him.In addition, she also invited Li Changya, Chen Cangnan and others. Shen Ning accepted the invitation for the purpose of opening their eyes.

That day was the thirteenth day of the first lunar month, the wind was beautiful and the sun was clear. Shen Ning was sitting in the yard of Mrs. Qin's house, drinking milk tea and basking in the sun.

Not long after, Li Changya walked in, didn't enter the room, went straight to him and sat down.

Shen Ning couldn't help but yawned comfortably, and asked him, "Would you like milk tea or coffee?"

Lee Chang Ah: "Is there coffee here?"

Shen Ning: "There are in the house."

"Stop drinking." Li Changya said, "Have you been painting recently?"

"Yes, but it's just practice."

"When will I visit your house?"

Shen Ning looked at him doubtfully and said, "Shouldn't you invite me to invite you to my house at this time?"

Li Changya remained silent.

A male voice laughed and approached from behind: "Why would Li Changya beg you, please mercifully invite him to your house."

Shen Ning's face warmed up. Like Li Changya, Chen Cangnan sat down on his own without being invited. He even had one more procedure than Li Changya. He added a cup of hot milk tea for himself.

"Woo, this milk tea is sweet but astringent, bitter and fragrant, and the black tea has such a strong aroma."

"The black tea from Madam Qin's collection."

The two exchanged greetings and chatted about what they had seen and heard in the past two months.Painter, artist, these words sound very high-class, as if waltzes and high-class speeches are lingering in your ears, but the few people present are the ones who hate meaningless social interactions the most , One can hide better than the other. If you want to compare it, it is probably a senior diver who will only appear when grabbing red envelopes at the end of the year and the beginning of the year.

"Victor didn't know what to do when he came here. The last time he came was more than three years ago. In the past three years, there have been no particularly famous newcomers in China. He is famous for the same artist who only accepts one piece of work. Could it be that you sold someone else's and are going to get another one?"

"Zhu Donglai had a new work on the market last year, but it was quickly bought. I haven't heard of his new work anywhere."

"Wu Shuofeng has released works recently, but he donated them to the Rongcheng Art Museum to commemorate the heroic performance of the local people in fighting the disaster, and it will not enter the market in the short term."

"Speaking of it, Li Changya, speaking of it, he also confiscated your paintings, so he didn't want to confiscate you, did he?"

Li Changya snorted coldly and said, "Why don't you talk about yourself?"

"My local works are not his taste at first glance. My work has been controversial in China, let alone foreigners..."

Shen Ning stretched his neck and listened to the two people's various speculations. The skin above his neckline was slightly reddened by the sun, and he said lazily:

"You don't have to think so much, maybe he just came here because he wanted to eat authentic Chinese food."

The two were silent for a while, and finally Chen Cangnan said: "I have to say, this is very possible."

"..."

They came early, but after chatting for a while, Mrs. Qin also came with people, including several seniors in the oil painting field, including Wu Shuofeng and Qi Kangqiao.Beside Mrs. Qin was an old man in his fifties, with a typical Western European face, but his facial features were slightly mild, and he indeed integrated the gentle charm of China.

The place where Shen Ning and the others sat was not close to the aisle between the villas. Although the art world also divided seniority, it was relatively loose. A few people just stood up, but did not go up to them.Shen Ning's eyes swept over the gentle smiling Wu Shuofeng's face, seeing that he still seemed to be very tough, he felt relieved.

Chen Cangnan waved his hand: "Let's go, let's go in too, it's still a bit cold."

Although the three of them approached, they didn't get too close. They huddled on a sofa and watched Mrs. Qin entertain Victor and several old seniors with a smile.Victor and them have been friends for decades, and they can drink tea for an afternoon without talking about business and each other's lives.

Suddenly, Victor said:

"In the past two years, only one of Li Changya's paintings can be seen, but it is limited to being able to see, and it is far from being able to sell."

"..."

Shen Ning and Chen Cangnan looked at each other, then immediately looked away, one drank water and the other milk tea, in short, they watched the excitement from the heart.

Li Changya stood up as expected.

"My paintings can only be seen, not enough to sell?"

Victor's light brown pupils turned towards him, and he said "ah" indifferently, and said:

"You are too."

"My paintings are not enough to sell? Where are they not enough?"

He walked over with a cold face, Mrs. Qin stood up and looked at him, then at Victor, as if she wanted to adjust but didn't know how to adjust, and the other old men looked at it happily, not at all. feel nervous.

Victor's well-maintained gentlemanly face showed a mean expression, and said:

"Every master who leaves a name in the history of oil painting has his unique techniques and breakthroughs, such as Titian's brush strokes and colors, Manet's bold use of color, Monet's light and shadow, Rembrandt's light, Inge Your pursuit of beauty and nature. And you just follow the steps of the former, repeating their creation process, I already have the paintings of these people, why do I need yours?"

"That's why I said that your paintings can be seen, but how can I bring out the paintings of the imitators of the masters when I discuss great art with my friends?"

Li Changya's face was flushed.

Victor didn't seem to notice it, and continued: "Your recent works are indeed improving, but you haven't touched the door yet. It will take at least ten years for me to collect your paintings."

Li Changya suppressed her anger and said, "I will make you take back what you said."

Victor: "I don't think so. With your talent, ten years is not much to say."

Shen Ning whispered: "Will there be a fight?"

Chen Cangnan approached carefully: "Probably not, there are so many people."

"Um."

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Mrs. Qin hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Everyone is just discussing art, don't get angry, don't get angry. Changya, why don't you have anything to drink? Pour a glass of ice white for Changya..."

Lee Chang Ah: "I don't drink alcohol."

Mrs. Qin: "..."

Shen Ning tilted his head and said, "I wouldn't be surprised if Li Changya got into a fight with anyone."

Chen Cangnan: "Yes, yes."

In the end, it was Wu Shuofeng who changed the topic with a smile so as not to make the scene too embarrassing.

Li Changya was dragged to drink several glasses of wine before being put back. He put the glass on the table, turned his head and saw the two people together, holding a pen with their heads down, not knowing what they were doing.

He leaned forward: "What are you doing—"

His voice stopped abruptly, and on the sketchbook spread out on the table, a general outline has emerged. It is a picture of two men arguing sharply, finger to finger.It's just that the two art masters at the scene gave the picture an artistic treatment, making the original tense and imminent scene present a humorous, even comical effect.

Simply put, it is a painting full of irony.

The two painters were caught face to face, and they glanced at each other, and each saw a forced smile from each other's eyes.Shen Ning was silent for a while, handed out the pen, and looked at him sincerely:

"Do you want to draw?"

Li Changya squinted at him, took the pen coldly, and began to frantically smear (true. artistic smear) the image of the foreigner with sharp features on the manuscript paper.

Three people painted in relay, one to discredit and the other to make up, and the other tried to maintain the coordination of the picture, showing the extraordinary teamwork spirit of the artists.

Although these three people think they are low-key, they are so big after all. One of them has just provoked a fight, and the three of them are acting suspiciously. Victor looked over there and said:

"Who are those two?"

Mrs. Qin introduced: "The older one is Chen Cangnan of the rural school, and the younger one is Shen Ning, a cutting-edge painter."

"Shen Ning?" Victor passed the name in his mind, and said:

"The author of "Red Moon"?"

Mrs. Qin froze for a moment, then nodded quickly.

"Yes."

Victor arrived last night. After he arrived, Mrs. Qin briefly entertained him, introduced to him the activities she will hold, and showed him a few paintings for the competition, but she didn't expect him to be able to understand clearly. She was surprised to have to name the painting.

Victor's eyes were thoughtful, and he suddenly raised the soles of his feet.

With everyone's concerted efforts, this satirical painting is finally about to be completed. Shen Ning lays the foundation, Li Changya is in charge of refinement, and Chen Cangnan is in charge of the whole. A masterpiece handed down from generation to generation is about to be born.

"What are you doing?"

Shen Ning was lazily leaning on the back of the sofa. When he heard a familiar voice, he sat upright. The three of them raised their faces at the same time. After seeing the person in front of them clearly, the three of them were slightly taken aback.

Victor's gaze swept across the painting, with unclear emotions in his eyes.

Shen Ning and Chen Cangnan glanced at each other, leaned to the side very consciously, and expressed the meaningful action of "please" with body language.

(If you want to quarrel, just quarrel, don't care about us, we are the background board)

Victor's gaze was somewhat arrogant, and he turned towards Shen Ning who was hiding at the side.

Shen Ning: "...Me?" He pointed at himself hesitantly.

Chen Cangnan kicked his shoes, and Shen Ning stood up under Victor's sight, accepting his scrutiny somewhat inexplicably and curiously.

"You are Shen Ning?"

Shen Ning: "I am."

"I saw your painting "Red Moon", and the painting is not bad."

Shen Ning: "...Thank you?"

Victor: "But it's just okay."

Shen Ning: "...Oh."

Lee Chang Ah's "can see" and his "not bad", honestly, I didn't feel insulted.

He didn't understand Victor's purpose of walking towards him at all, was it just to mock him?

Victor continued: "I said that it will take at least ten years for Li Changya to make me want to collect his paintings. Then you will need at least 20 years."

Did he really come to mock himself?Shen Ning looked at him inexplicably, but, as a painter with style and self-respect, and at the same time took on the important task of venting anger for his friends, Shen Ning looked into his eyes as usual, and said lightly:

"Okay, I will work hard, and I hope you can work hard until then."

Victor was taken aback for a moment, then his face turned blue for a moment, and he walked back to Mrs. Qin with a sneer.

After he turned around, Chen Cangnan applauded Shen Ning frantically, even Li Changya couldn't help grinning, and looked at Shen Ning with admiration.

"Good Job! Good Job!"

Shen Ning couldn't help but shook his head, small-bellied painters!

It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon when we left the tea party. Xie Yin assigned a driver for Shen Ning, who was very pampered.Not long after getting in the car, Shen Ning looked down at the message and called Xie Yin.

"Hello, Mr. Xie."

"Well, the party is over? Are you happy?"

"You can't say you're unhappy, and you can't say you're very happy." Shen Ning reported to him honestly:

"Today I angered a tycoon in the oil painting industry, and I also provoked a rising star. He insists on coming to see my paintings at home tomorrow."

Xie Yin didn't know what happened to him today, but it sounded like he was in a good mood.

"Then let him come, I have to go to work tomorrow, you treat him well."

"Got it, Mr. Xie, please be busy, I'll be home soon."

"Okay, let's talk about it when we go home."

Shen Ning hung up the phone, feeling a little headache again, he has never entertained guests in his life, forget it, let's talk about it when we get home, anyway, Aunt Li is here.

......

At the other end of the night, there was also a man sitting in the car, looking out the window with ecstasy at the street scene.

Galivey is Victor's assistant, and he also came with Victor on this trip.He sat next to Victor, looking at the profile of his boss.

"That Li and Shen are too conceited. They don't have much reputation yet, but they think they are international masters, especially that Shen." He said unfairly.

Victor, however, just shook his head.

"Li's classical painting techniques are not inferior to the masters in history. The only thing he lacks is his own style, but even if he has not made a breakthrough and has been studying techniques in depth, his attainments are enough to support him to become a famous master at home and abroad."

"And Shen, Shen has another kind of talent that is completely different from Li. His brushstrokes can even be said to be rough, but his paintings have a kind of power that touches people's hearts, like the soul endowed by him, generally possessing such strong emotions. All the people will go deep on this road, and I am looking forward to him."

The author has something to say:

Except for the two foreigners talking in the car, all of the above are in Chinese (otherwise why should I design Chinese-French mixed race?)

Xiao Shen’s reply means: You are over 50 years old, I still need 20 years to get into your eyes, I hope you are still alive by then (Xiao Shen, you are so vicious)

From speechless on the other side to "chatting at home", woo woo, mother is pleased