When the president was equal to Yong, he asked someone to investigate Jiang Xinran's affairs.
I learned that Jiang Xinran’s painting style is not only realistic painting, but also specializes in flower and bird painting, just like Yu Yong.
He specializes in art, but the style and content of Jiang Xinran's paintings are very different from the painting of the old man with dead wood, so when he saw Jiang Xinran, the president was not that excited.
As he spoke, he slowly unfolded the picture of the old man with dead wood.
Yu Yong looked at the picture intently. He was still thinking about how the president could meet Jiang Xinran. Now when he saw the picture of the old man with dead wood, he finally understood why the president called for someone.
He is very accomplished in Chinese painting. Although he is not as good as the president, he can still identify the aura and quality of a painting. This painting of an old man with dead wood has certain flaws in its layout and technique. The person who painted it looks very... Impetuous, but in terms of artistic conception, it has reached a certain level.
It is a very spiritual painting.
"I know this box, this painting..." Yu Yongjing calmed down, thought for a long time, and then slowly explained: "The president doesn't know something, I have another niece, and my brother-in-law has always hoped that I can take it. She studies painting, and this painting was sent to her by him... "
Jiang Xinran next to him went from shock to fear, and the fingernails hanging on both sides could not help but dig deep into her palms.
It wasn't until Yu Yong said the last sentence that Jiang Xinran breathed a sigh of relief.
Listening to Yu Yong's explanation, the president frowned slightly, "You mean, this painting was not painted by your niece, but was specially found by your brother-in-law for you to accept him as a disciple?"
If this painting is really painted by Meng Fu, a girl who is less than twenty years old, then she has unlimited potential. If it is painted by a master of traditional Chinese painting, it will be of little value. These students who are less than twenty years old can still make qualitative progress. But a master of traditional Chinese painting has reached the ceiling and it is difficult to improve further.
"I asked her," Yu Yong had calmed down and slowly explained to the president, "She has only been studying Chinese painting for a few months, and her studies are messy. It can't be her."
Yu Yong already knows what kind of person Meng Fu is.
If she was really accomplished in this area, she wouldn't be in the entertainment industry now.
The president listened to Yu Yong's words, nodded slightly, and let the two people leave without saying anything else.
Yu Yong and Jiang Xinran came with excitement, but the joy was in vain.
Yu Yong was relieved. He didn't intend to have too many expectations. He just turned around and said to Jiang Xinran, "You and your mother go back first, and I'll go see them."
Yu Zhenling was still outside the door anxiously waiting for news about the two of them. When she saw Jiang Xinran coming out, she hurriedly greeted her, her eyes shining: "How's it going? What did the president tell you?"
Seeing Yu Zhenling, Jiang Xinran opened her mouth, but subconsciously did not say anything about Meng Fu, "He made a mistake."
Here, Meng Fu had already finished eating with Mr. Jiang.
Mr. Jiang wanted to send her back, but Meng Fu refused. She tilted her head and said, "No, my assistant will send me to the training camp later."
"Okay then," the old man turned his attention to the car driving not far away, "I'll watch you leave first."
Zhao Fan, Su and Su Cheng didn't like the Jiang family very much. Su Cheng parked the car far away and turned on the lights.
After Meng Fu got in the car, the old man looked away. He looked at Jiang Quan and smiled, "I won't look for your wife next time I have dinner."
**
The next day.
Training camp dormitory.
As soon as Chu Yue left the dormitory, she saw Meng Fuchen running back. She glanced at Meng Fu, paused, and said, "Meng Fu, Ye Shuning has been strengthening training these days, why don't you go to the class?" ?”
She was talking about Lu Haichao's class.
Meng Fu put on the hood of his sweatshirt and went to get a towel to take a bath: "Look at your sister."
"Oh." Chu Yue said, and there were six people in the group. The others didn't have as many opportunities as Ye Shuning, but they all worked hard to train their performances, just to not be so embarrassed on the international stage.
She took the mask and put it on herself, took a step forward, then thought of something, turned back, looked at Meng Fu's back, and hesitated to speak.
Meng Fu didn't even look back, and said concisely: "Say."
"Just..." Chu Yue said with a straight face, "My sister wants to tell you thank you..."
"You're welcome." Meng Fu put the towel on his shoulders and thought of something, "Is she cute?"
Mentioning her sister, Chu Yue had a rare expression on her face, "It's okay."
"I'll go see your sister when I have time." Meng Fu closed the bathroom door.
Chu Yue stood outside the door and breathed a deep sigh of relief.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Zhao Fan raising his hand to knock on the door.
Zhao Fan came today to talk about variety shows with Meng Fu. After she said hello to Chu Yue, she waited for Meng Fu in the dormitory.
She didn't rush Meng Fu while he was taking a shower, he just lowered his head and frowned and turned over the long contract in his hand, ""A Day in the Life of a Star" is just this week, and the topic on Weibo is already building momentum. Che Shao, the two men, are okay. You and Sheng Jun will definitely be trampled."
"Best Idol" has just finished airing. Meng Fu has been a hot topic recently. "A Day in the Stars" obviously doesn't want to miss this popularity.
"The qualifiers for the finals happened to be on the night after the live broadcast." Zhao Fan had a headache. "The time is too tight."
As she was talking, a rapid ringtone rang. Zhao Fan glanced at it and saw that it was Meng Fu's cell phone on the table. The call came from a string of unknown local numbers, "Call, local."
Zhao Fan raised his head and shouted towards the bathroom.
She always respected Meng Fu's privacy.
"Take that." Meng Fu's voice came faintly from the bathroom.
Zhao Fan picked up the call. It was the call from the Painting Association.
Meng Fu came out of the bathroom and saw Zhao Fan sitting on her chair, looking thoughtful.
Meng Fu wore a long baggy T-shirt, held a towel in his hand and put it on his head. He dragged Chu Yue's stool next door and sat down with his legs slightly crossed.
"You had dinner with your grandfather last night. Did you tell your uncle to hang out with him? The General Painting Association asked you to go." Zhao Fan put down the file and was surprised, "If so, then you will live broadcast the variety show this time I won’t be pulled or stepped on too hard..."
The last time Yu Zhenling talked about the Painting Association, Zhao Fan wanted Meng Fu to agree.
"No." Meng Fu wiped his hair, moved his computer over and opened it.
"Then why is the Painting Association looking for you?" Zhao Fan opened his mouth.
Meng Fu took a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap with one hand, and said lazily, "Who knows."
**
He didn't know what the Painting Association meant, but Zhao Fan still urged Meng Fu to go to the Painting Association.
In the eyes of ordinary people, the existence of the General Painting Association is like Beijing University in the capital. These are places where gods gather.
Some people have never seen it.
T City General Painting Association is also a tourist attraction, but like Beijing University, you must have a student ID to enter, so it is also extremely mysterious in the eyes of ordinary people.
Zhao Fan took Meng Fu to the Painting Association. The people inside confirmed that it was the president who was looking for Meng Fu, and took Meng Fu and Zhao Fan to the president's office very respectfully.
"President of the Painting Association?" Zhao Fan's expression changed.
She naturally knows who the president of the Painting Association is. To her, this is the same as saying that you are a beggar and suddenly heard that the county magistrate wants to see you in person.
The president changed into a blue long-distance running suit today.
His hair was slightly white and his face was obviously gentle, but when Zhao Fan looked at him, there was an indescribable majesty that made people dare not look directly into his eyes.
"Sit down," the president raised his hand towards them, and asked someone to bring out last night's painting. He glanced at Zhao Fan and looked at Meng Fu, his tone also sounded kind, "I'm looking for you today because I want to ask you. Who painted this painting?"
As he spoke, the people around him had already raised the paintings.
Zhao Fan raised his head and glanced at the raised painting. She was an outsider and couldn't see any clues.
But the painting mentioned by the president of the Painting Association is definitely not simple.
Zhao Fan tilted his head again and glanced at Meng Fu.
Meng Fu kept looking down at his phone. When he heard the question, he raised his head without being humble or arrogant, glanced at the painting, and said calmly, "I painted it."
"Pfft—" Zhao Fan, who had been nervous all the time, couldn't help but turn his head and look at Meng Fu.
The eyes are incredible.
Did she draw it
Zhao Fan couldn't help but think of the first day when he signed Meng Fu. All the information Meng Fu filled out was an interview.
Now she actually said such words to the president of the Painting Association. If word spread, Zhao Fan could imagine what kind of black material would be swept up on the Internet. She winked at Meng Fu.
"You?" The president narrowed his eyes slightly. He looked into Meng Fuqing's eyes and couldn't help but laugh.
"Yes." Meng Fu nodded again. Although the painting was not very good-looking, she dared to do it.
The president's smile faded slightly. He asked the people around him to set up rice paper and painting tools, and said calmly: "Then you can draw another one and I'll take a look."
When Zhao Fan heard this, the pores on his body exploded.