Guo Jingyu went out for a training camp in the capital.
Teacher Jin sent them to the studio where they cooperated, and handed them over to the professional teacher before returning to the school. She was in charge of the school's homework and contacted here by the way, but did not stay here to accompany the students.
There is a teacher in Beijing Studio who is in charge of life, as well as teachers who take professional classes. People like Guo Jingyu have come here to learn painting together in a large classroom. They don't know the art class of Chengnan No. 1 Middle School. students, and some from other schools. The only sound of brushes could be heard in the whole room, and even if there were occasional classmates whispering, they would soon melt into the tense atmosphere.
The cost of going out for training is expensive, about 2,000 yuan a month, which was basically the salary of the whole family at that time.
It is conceivable that art students are under a lot of pressure.
Guo Jingyu looked around, feeling a little nostalgic.
He used to dream, but he still dreamed of the simple days of returning to the studio a few times, painting day and night, and sweating every time he improved a little, it was a sense of steady improvement in doing what he was good at.
On the morning of the first day, professional teachers came to do model paintings for them.
The people who came in were tall and tall, thin and tall, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and speaking with a hometown accent, they were very kind. He entered the studio to see some new classmates, and greeted everyone with a smile, "A new classmate again? Let me introduce myself to everyone. My surname is Cao, and my name is Cao Fu. You can just call me Lao Cao. I am Tianmei's, let's communicate with each other more, and let's talk about anything professionally."
His relationship is not bad, and many students responded enthusiastically.
Guo Jingyu was happy when he saw him, he hadn't seen Lao Cao for many years.
At that time, he took the first grade in the modeling major and entered the Central Academy of Fine Arts. In the second year of Lao Cao, he followed closely, and he also took the postgraduate examination there. The two became brothers and sisters, but Lao Cao was very focused. Wanting to enter the door of Mr. Zhong, the old man has limited energy and no longer accepts students, which has become a pity for Lao Cao.
At that time, Lao Cao used many excuses to come to see him, and came to Mr. Zhong to take a lesson, and he was very attentive.
Guo Jingyu later started a gallery, and Mr. Zhong didn't say anything about him, but Lao Cao looked sad, and when he saw him, he said to him: "How can you be ashamed of Mr. Zhong's cultivation! Do you understand art, do you understand? Know how to draw!"
Lao Cao, a guy who has devoted himself to learning painting for many years, was indignant and gave him his painting.
All in all, Lao Cao is a pure-hearted friend.
At this time, Lao Cao looks much younger, with a bit of the bookish air of staying in an ivory tower all the year round, sitting in the front doing model paintings for everyone. He is already very familiar with teaching in the studio, and he said while drawing: "Everyone sit together, squeeze and watch, the short one is squatting in front, the taller classmates are standing in the back, giving each other space... This pen, see Well, I see that many classmates were holding the strokes yesterday. That's not good. You have to be horizontal so that the lines can come out. And the shadow treatment here, you can be gray, but not dirty. The lines have to be transparent. ."
Lao Cao spoke carefully and carefully, and he didn't hide his tricks. "When the highlights are brightened, if you can't use the eraser well, just use a steamed bun."
"Teacher, can you still use steamed buns?"
"Why not? Everything is a tool, as long as you can draw well. When I was a student at the Academy of Fine Arts, I was bored in the classroom and painted every day. I brought a few steamed buns and a bottle of water. The remaining dry steamed buns can be used in place of an eraser, so it’s easy to use!” Lao Cao said casually with a smile.
His painting is really good, and at first glance, he has the basic skills for many years.
Lao Cao slowed down, finished a painting slowly, and then let the students start to copy it compared to the sketch book.
As he wandered around the studio, he said, "Everyone, pay attention to the length of time when drawing. During our professional exam, the sketching time is three hours. Some students have to hurry up and not linger."
When the classmates who were scribbling and scribbling corrections heard it, they were so frightened that they immediately began to increase their attention and work hard to frame.
Guo Jingyu sat in his seat, shook his wrists, and started to work.
He still doesn't know Lao Cao, but he is confident that Lao Cao will take the initiative to sit and chat with him in two hours.
On the other side, in Chengnan School.
Li Tongzhou received an application form for the Mathematical Contest in Modeling in the teacher's office.
"This trial is divided into independent propositions and prescribed propositions. There are four days in total. The requirements of the competition were told to you last time, and now it is the allocation of team members. You need to think about it carefully." The teacher in charge of this matter is very familiar with Li Tongzhou. I am quite satisfied with this honor student, but at the same time remind me carefully, "This competition requires that all team members must be from the same school, and each team cannot have more than 4 people. You go back and think about suitable candidates. You lead the team and try to find classmates who have worked well in the past."
Li Tongzhou glanced down, and named Song Zhuoran, who was ranked first in the list.
The teacher nodded and said: "Song Zhuoran's strength is not bad, our school originally wanted to form two teams to go out, you and him each lead a team, so that if you two are on the same team, I will react with the above, and go out this time. A team has a better chance of winning.”
"it is good."
Li Tongzhou agreed, and his eyes stayed on the competition site for a long time before moving away.
The teacher agreed with Li Tongzhou to let him go back, and soon called Song Zhuoran to come over.
Squad Leader Song was very active, his eyes lit up when he heard the game, especially after hearing that the game was in the capital, he patted his chest and assured, "Teacher, don't worry, I will work hard with my classmates and I will definitely bring back the trophy to the school. !"
The teacher in charge said with a smile: "Li Tongzhou is good at math and computer, but he still lacks in communication with his classmates. You must take good care of him when you go there. By the way, are there any classmates who are good at papers?"
Song Zhuoran said seven or eight names at once, and he knew much more than Li Tongzhou.
The teacher nodded again and again, relieved.
In his mind, Li Tongzhou belongs to the type of students who live on an ivory tower and concentrate on research. His professional ability is particularly strong, but he also has fatal flaws. Such people are too immersed in their own world and are not good at communicating with the outside world. For example, Li Tongzhou, if he hadn't taken the initiative to call over to ask a few questions, he would never have seen him say a word in school all day.
With a feeling of pity, the teacher warned Song Zhuoran: "Li Tongzhou is too honest, you must take good care of him outside."
Song Zhuoran went to a few ball games and played on the school basketball team in person. When he agreed, he began to have doubts in his heart. How could he think that Li Tongzhou was not as harmless as he seemed? During the few days when he was sparring with the school basketball team, although Li Tongzhou was silent, he still led someone to intercept his ball.
Li Tongzhou, a good student who just left the office, was also on the verge of making a mistake. He secretly brought his mobile phone and was texting Guo Jingyu.
The first rule is quite satisfactory, asking: "What are you doing?"
The next day I asked myself and answered: "I'm busy painting, I've worked hard."
After sending it, I stared at my phone for a while and didn't wait for a reply.
The preparation bell rang outside the door, and Li Tongzhou waited until the bell ended, making sure that no text messages came in, then came out of the bathroom stall and returned to the classroom.
Beijing, in the studio.
Lao Cao is chatting with Guo Jingyu enthusiastically. These professional teachers are different from the regular teachers in the school. Most of them are students from the Academy of Fine Arts who come to part-time. Not so many rules.
Lao Cao sat there and boasted silently, patted Guo Jingyu on the shoulder, and his eyes lit up. Their studio is also linked to the college entrance examination. Every year, if there are a few outstanding students in the professional course, the studio will come next year. More students will be accepted, and doubling the income will not be a problem.
Lao Cao treated Guo Jingyu differently, and came directly to ask him to have dinner with him at night, as if he wanted to talk about his feelings for a long time, for fear that a good student would run away.
Guo Jingyu was also talked about so enthusiastically by Lao Cao back then, but it was only two or three months later. His coloring is better than that of sketching. Lao Cao will be very kind to him, and he will show his housekeeping skills. To hone his skills, it took a year to teach him to enlightenment.
Lao Cao wanted to go to the first-class art academy in Asia. He worked hard in Tianmei for several years, and he didn't dare to drop the basic skills for a day. He really had two brushes. Guo Jingyu had such good results back then, and he was inseparable from Lao Cao. After all, it was not anyone who insisted on studying that set of methods for many years, and wanted to sprint to the Central Academy of Fine Arts.
It's just that Lao Cao didn't expect that his students went to the college of his choice before him, and they also apprenticed to Mr. Zhong Lao.
Lao Cao did not forget Guo Jingyu when he ate dinner that night, and took him out to eat with several other teachers in the studio.
Lao Cao took the emotional card with a heart, and introduced Guo Jingyu, "This is a new classmate in our studio, Guo Jingyu, everyone will take care of you in the future, this little classmate has done a good job in painting, I can sprint for beauty. hospital."
Among the eight major art academies in the country, Lao Cao didn't specifically say which one.
A short male teacher sitting diagonally across from his glass was drinking beer from his own glass. He heard that he looked up at Guo Jingyu and said with a smile, "Oh, Brother Cao, what you said seems like our Academy of Fine Arts is worthless. , Every year there are more people who want to take the test, but there are really few who can get in."
Lao Cao said, "He's different. I've seen it, and he's very professional. If you don't believe me, you'll have a look tomorrow."
The man deliberately stabbed and said: "Re-students, right? This is the worst kind, and the old problems of the past can't be corrected. I prefer the kind of students who have just arrived for a few days, like a blank sheet of paper, with Progress is fast.”
Lao Cao still wanted to speak, but Guo Jingyu put down the drink cup and landed on the table with a "pop".
The man was startled, stared at him and said dissatisfiedly, "What's going on with the students now!"
Guo Jingyu smiled and said, "Teacher, what is your surname?"
"Surname Wu, Wu Shuyou."
"Mr. Wu, what's your dissatisfaction with the repeat students? Everyone is devoted to their studies year after year out of love for art. What happened to the repeat students? The repeat students spent time and paid the price. I don't think you're right to say that. Appropriate." Guo Jingyu pointed to Lao Cao and gave an example on the spot, "For example, Teacher Cao!"
Wu Shuyou: "..." He completely forgot that Lao Cao was also a repeater.
Over there, Lao Cao couldn't hang up, looking at Wu Shuyou and dissatisfied: "It's not ashamed to repeat the reading, don't talk about this in the future."
Wu Shuyou opened his mouth and said, "Brother Cao, I didn't mean you."
Guo Jingyu waved his hand and said, "Mr. Cao repeated his studies for two years and was admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts. He is our best example!"
Wu Shuyou said angrily, "How do you compare to Teacher Cao, how many years have you repeated your studies?"
"I'm applying."
"… "
Guo Jingyu smiled and asked, "Mr. Wu teaches color?"
Wu Shuyou said with a cold face: "Yeah, what's wrong?"
Guo Jingyu was even more certain in his heart. He was caught by Lao Cao to hone his sketches. Gouache was his forte. Lao Cao did not trust others and brought it in person. I had little contact with the teacher, and it was only later that I heard from other classmates that there was a teacher Wu who taught color with average painting skills, and also fell in love with a female student in the same studio. In the end, the parents of the students came to the door and made a scene.
Lao Cao lost a lot of money for this matter, and completely turned his face with this person. If Guo Jingyu didn't take the first place in his professional performance, Lao Cao's studio would be cold.
Wu Shuyou looked arrogant and arrogant. Everyone didn't have a good meal. He didn't only target Lao Cao, but also had nothing good to say about others.
Guo Jingyu is too lazy to pay attention to him. He has seen many such people. Songzhuang painter villages are all over the place. Everyone thinks he is a modern and contemporary artist. Who will answer.
Guo Jingyu took out his phone and started replying to text messages.
His little boyfriend sent three messages today, especially standard greetings.
Guo Jingyu's heart softened when he saw it, with a smile on his brows and eyes. While replying to the message, he read the words sent by Li Tongzhou two or three times in his mind, and even looked at every punctuation mark.
Li Tongzhou soon sent another message: "I'm going to the capital to participate in the competition next week, how about I go to see you?"
Guo Jingyu's heart jumped, and he immediately replied: "Okay!" After posting, he returned a series of villains dancing, he was so happy.
Li Tongzhou also posted a villain who reached out and hugged.
Guo Jingyu watched for a while, really wishing he could fly to his side and hug him.
When he went back in the evening, Guo Jingyu talked with Lao Cao all the way, and said to him, "Mr. Cao, there is something I want to talk to you about."
Lao Cao smiled and said: "Don't be polite, I'm not a few years older than you, just call me Brother Cao."
"Brother Cao, what do you think of my sketch?"
"not bad!"
"Actually, I have better colors. I can pick any one of gouache, watercolor, and oil painting. You can pick anyone in the studio, no matter whether it is a teacher or a student, I will not be any worse than him." Guo Jingyu didn't talk to him either. Politely and bluntly, "I'm not bragging about it, I want to take a class in your studio."
Lao Cao woke up when the night wind blew that beer, looked at him blankly, "Substitute class?"
Guo Jingyu nodded: "I am a person, maybe I really have some talent, or you will test me tomorrow, and keep you satisfied."
Old Cao was skeptical, he really looked at Guo Jingyu not like a freshman, the foundation was too solid, and it had an indescribable sense of familiarity.
The next day, after Lao Cao finished taking other students, he really called Guo Jingyu to his small studio and asked him to paint a gouache.
Lao Cao pondered that he did not see arrogant people in the Academy of Fine Arts. After all, everyone who studies art feels pretentious. Generally, this kind of person has never been beaten by society.
Lao Cao wants to teach this new student a lesson.
But he never imagined that the new classmate had only painted most of it, and he would be dumbfounded when he stood there by himself.
It's not how good it is, but this painting is too good for the test, especially the high-grade gray is very handy, the whole thing feels like a level higher than other paintings in the studio, not to mention Wu Shuyou, it is not worse than him. A few points, it is just what he wants, and everything is drawn into his heart.
Lao Cao stood behind him for a long time without saying a word, and finally complimented him.
Guo Jingyu thought to himself, this is no nonsense.
His foundation was laid by Lao Cao, and Mr. Zhong gave special guidance. He still only used gouache and adopted the style of exam-taking. If he changed it, he would have to sit back and watch with a small bench. . His foundation may not be as solid as Lao Cao's, but after so many years of vision, he is definitely on the top ten.
Guo Jingyu was also looking at this gouache still life under his hand. In fact, he was not satisfied. After all, he had not started a painting for a long time and was a little rusty, but he was still very good at making a model painting in the studio.
Lao Cao praised him there, and Guo Jingyu changed it automatically, feeling that this person was praising himself completely, and he was secretly amused for a long time.
There are many people in Lao Cao's studio, and there will be some students coming in after a while. He saw Guo Jingyu's solid professional skills and was very satisfied. He nodded without much nonsense and asked, "Jingyu, tell me, do you have any? No conditions?"
Guo Jingyu said: "The salary is arbitrary. I have classes three days a week. I want to arrange the rest of the time myself, okay?"
Lao Cao thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay, that's it!"
Lao Cao discussed the specific time with him, and wanted him to practice in the studio for a few days, and then start the substitute class next week. Guo Jingyu thought about it and said, "I have something to do next Friday, so I have to go out."
Old Cao looked embarrassed: "Are you going out alone? Why don't you tell the life teacher, if something happens, it's hard to explain to the parents."
Guo Jingyu said with a smile: "Don't worry, my classmates are here, just walk around and don't go far."
Lao Cao was worried and asked, "Are you a male student or a female student?"
Guo Jingyu said calmly: "Male classmate, I am a child, and the ones who came to participate in the math competition are much better than me."
The reason why Lao Cao resumed classes back then was that he was kneeling under the cultural class, especially mathematics. Few of those who studied art were good at mathematics. After hearing this, he immediately dispelled his doubts. Hearing Guo Jingyu bragging about being a scholar for a long time, he immediately put the last point. Worry dissipated.
Can top students make mistakes? That's absolutely impossible.
The author has something to say: Small Theater①
N years ago:
Lao Cao drew according to Guo Jingyu and stood behind him.
Self-appreciated Lao Cao: "As expected of me, it's awesome."
Guo Jingyu, who just finished painting, was sitting: "..."
Small Theater ②
About Teacher Cao's school:
Tang Jinyu, born in 00 next door: Ah, I know, is Mr. Cao the one with the sound of 'TiMi'
Lao Cao: No! It's Tianjin Academy of Fine Arts! !
Lao Cao shed tears of the times.