Su Weiwei sighed, touched her little sister's face and raised her lips and said, "Little sister, don't always tell the truth. You should be a low-key person. You are just too low-key."
The younger sister pursed her lips, "Do you have to keep a low profile even if you tell the truth? It would be too difficult to be a human being!"
Qingcheng shivered at the disgusting words and left feeling unwell. When he went out, he and He Donglin looked at each other, but heard He Donglin snort: "There's a gap."
Tingcheng was speechless: "Dad, are you embarrassed to talk about me? Aren't you the same?"
He Donglin touched his head and said, "Fool, when someone praises my wife, I can't even be happy. But you, you won't praise someone and your wife will dislike you in the future."
Tingcheng was so angry that she threw him away, "I don't want to find a wife."
The little sister coaxed Su Weiwei into a happy mood, and the two held hands and walked out of the house. Behind them, Qingcheng looked at their backs with resentment. Who is organizing the exhibition? It's obviously his home court, right? What's going on with Liang Xiaomei! Weiwei's attention was completely attracted to her!
When she arrived, Su Weiwei realized that the exhibition was much larger than she had imagined. She had thought that in the 1990s, when information was underdeveloped, there would not be many people visiting the exhibition, but she did not expect that the artistic atmosphere at this time was better than that of later generations. The exhibition hall was actually There was a crowd of people around. There were teachers from the Academy of Fine Arts who brought students to study, and teachers from the aristocratic kindergarten who brought a bunch of little carrots to experience the artistic atmosphere. In addition to Chinese people, there were many foreigners at the scene. They didn't know how to do it. Having traveled thousands of miles to see Zhong Ding’s exhibition, it can be seen that Zhong Ding is really popular.
"Are you here?" Zhong Ding, dressed in a suit, came over.
Jiang Xin stood next to him in a formal dress, radiant, in sharp contrast to his usual appearance in a white coat.
"She's so beautiful today!" Su Weiwei praised sincerely.
Jiang Xin was stunned, "How can I be as beautiful as you?"
"I'm telling the truth. You're usually too plain, but today you put on makeup and changed into a dress. You're so beautiful."
"It was you who picked out the makeup and clothes for me." When they met a few days ago, Jiang Xin mentioned this exhibition. Only then did Su Weiwei know that Jiang Xin didn't know how to match makeup. Su Weiwei laughed for a long time and told her Fortunately, Jiang Xin is smart enough to learn some basic makeup skills. After learning it for a few times, he can actually draw well.
"There are a lot of people watching the exhibition today, so congratulations!" Su Weiwei presented the gift and Jiang Xin took it with a smile. The two of them walked forward together. Zhengcheng and Xiao Tangyuan followed behind them, leaning their heads on each other and mumbling. Yeah, I don’t know what I’m talking about.
The introduction to this exhibition states that Zhong Ding will bring his apprentices to the exhibition. This is the first time Zhong Ding, a well-known painter in China, has accepted an apprentice. Everyone is curious about what kind of apprentice he will accept.
Zhong Ding’s personal style is too obvious, and there are a few slightly rustic paintings with different styles mixed in, which quickly attracted everyone’s attention. Most of them are fans of Zhong Ding, and they often copy Zhong Ding’s paintings, even if Zhong Ding The style has changed in recent years, but it is unlikely to change so much. These paintings are not like Zhong Ding's, but more like Picasso's late painting style.
The provocative lines and character proportions, and the weird and bright colors, the whole painting reveals a different kind of contradiction, as if it is pursuing a kind of escape happiness, and there is a feeling that is inconsistent with the age of the painting style. You must know that Picasso lived a long life. His paintings in his later years were closer to those of children. Although the style of these paintings is close to that of Picasso, they still have the feeling that children are painting paintings of adults. They use bold brushstrokes and colors to pursue things beyond their control, rather than being like Picasso. In this way, use your old body to get close to the child.
But the sense of contradiction is the same. This kind of painting is shocking. Although it is not consistent with Zhong Ding's previous style, this is undoubtedly a new attempt.
Many people stood in front of the painting and talked about it. Su Weiwei also stared at it for a long time. She knew that this should be a painting by Qingcheng, but to be honest, she couldn't understand it at all. The painting on this painting should be a woman, right? The woman is standing in the garden and seems to be watering the flowers? Of course, this is all her guess, because the woman in the painting has strange proportions, her body is made of various strange shapes, and her expression is weird, making it difficult to tell what she is doing at a glance.
"What a genius!" Jiang Xinzhi exclaimed, "You don't know how much Zhong Ding loves this painting. He even thinks that the artistic achievement of this painting is higher than his paintings."
Su Weiwei was frightened, "How is that possible? I think Zhong Ding just likes Qingcheng so much that he is watching it with emotion."
"No, I actually understand what he means. God is indeed a blessing for Qingcheng. Some people get something that others can't work hard for in their lifetime. This is something that others can't envy." Jiang Xin smiled lightly.
Su Weiwei told the truth: "I'm ashamed. I really can't understand it. I just think the colors are quite bold. If you tell me that such a painting is worthless, I believe it. If you tell me that it can be auctioned for tens of millions or even hundreds of millions, I also believe it." , I am the kind of person who has no artistic accomplishment."
Jiang Xin smiled and said: "You have no artistic accomplishments, but you brought up a genius son. You let him retain the most precious part of his imagination. What else do you want?"
Su Weiwei spread her hands and smiled: "That's right, I can't do it, but my son can!"
Everyone was talking and looking at Zhong Ding.
"Mr. Zhong, you said you would bring your apprentice here. Can you please come out and meet us? I have many questions to ask him about this painting." The speaker was Tang Xian, a well-known domestic painting dealer and curator of the exhibition. Man, this person has a sharp vision, and the painters he values will basically achieve success in the future. He was the one who valued Zhong Ding's value at the beginning and wanted to package Zhong Ding, but Zhong Ding was a maverick at that time and refused.
Tang Xian's question attracted the attention of many guests. You must know that Tang Xian has become famous in recent years, and the painters he has taken a liking to have basically skyrocketed. Some of the richest people in China have money but don't know how to invest. If they want to improve their own skills, they will start by collecting calligraphy and paintings, and they know nothing about it. Many people follow Tang Xian. They will buy the paintings that Tang Xian buys and collect them. So when Tang Xian opened his mouth at this moment, Many people pricked up their ears and listened.
Zhong Ding was silent for a moment and then smiled first. He was tall and wore an artistic long suit that made him taller and slimmer.
"Mr. Tang, before asking him to come out, I would like to ask you to evaluate this painting."
Tang Xian was stunned, wondering what kind of tricks Zhong Ding was playing. In the previous brochure, Zhong Ding mentioned recruiting disciples. He believed in Zhong Ding's vision, so he rushed back from France and tried to buy them at a very low price. Unexpectedly, he was surprised by the paintings displayed by the other party. This artistic achievement far exceeded his imagination.
But Tang Xian is not stupid. If he raises the painting too high and everyone comes to grab it, won't he have to pay a higher price
Zhong Ding smiled: "I promise that if it is sold, Mr. Tang will be the first to be considered."
Tang Xian then said: "Frankly speaking, I think the artistic value of this painting is very high. If without Picasso, Monet, Gauguin and Cézanne, there would be no French art today, then I think our national art may have to be formed by this The author has made it happen!”
After saying this, everyone was stunned. This evaluation was too high. As we all know, the development of oil painting in China lags far behind that of the West. Chinese painting is more famous. Tang Xian's painting praised the artist so highly that everyone couldn't bear it. I looked at the painting again. Indeed, this painting was written by a master, but the strength of the brush seemed a little weak, but the rest was really impeccable.
Could it be that Tang Xian was really right, that Zhong Ding, this mysterious apprentice, would become a respected genius painter
This is true, Zhong Ding, this apprentice is amazing!
Zhong Ding smiled when he heard this and looked at Su Weiwei subconsciously. Su Weiwei nervously took He Donglin's hand, not knowing what to do. She knew her son was great, but she didn't expect that he would receive such a high evaluation. This was too exciting.
He Donglin hooked his hand on her palm. Su Weiwei turned around and heard him whisper: "Are you nervous?"
He Donglin asked softly, staring at her red cheeks.
Of course Su Weiwei was nervous, almost more nervous than the college entrance examination. Her son was judged by the world, and she certainly hoped that her son would get good evaluations.
"How can you not be nervous! This is my son! It's his first time to hold an art exhibition and he has been praised by so many people. Don't tell me you're not nervous?" Su Weiwei glanced at him sideways.
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When she stared at people, her eyebrows were raised slightly, her eyes were moving, and she was full of charm. It seemed that after they had sex, Su Weiwei's eyes became even more flirtatious. In addition, her lips were red and always pouting slightly, which made people unable to help themselves. Want to kiss her.
He Donglin looked away and chuckled. Indeed, he was not so nervous when talking about business or investment.
"In this case, I will invite the apprentice out?" Zhong Ding raised his eyebrows.
Everyone's appetite was whetted, and they all smiled and urged: "Please come quickly! We can't help but want to meet this painter."
"Really? Are you sure you won't be shocked when I invite him out?"
Everyone laughed. How ugly is he? Are you afraid that they will be shocked? But as long as the painter is talented, it doesn't matter if he is ugly.
Zhong Ding made a joke, then smiled and winked at Qingcheng. Qingcheng was calm, as if the matter had nothing to do with him from beginning to end. He walked to Zhong Ding expressionlessly and faced everyone.
The little guy wore a small suit that fit well today. Because it was difficult to buy such clothes on the market, Su Weiwei drew a picture and gave it to Liang Minying, her aunt. Although Liang Minying made clothes, she had never made a small suit. There was nothing I could do about the children's clothes. Su Weiwei wanted them for bed. She went back and studied for a long time before making one.
Although the little guy was handsome, he had an unhappy look on his face. That unwilling look made Tang Xian chuckle, "Zhong Ding, is this your son? We want to see a painter, why did you bring your son out?"
Everyone laughed: "Yes, kid, are you in the wrong place?"
"I have some candy here, do you want to eat it?"
"Kids, are there no classes in kindergarten today? By the way, Mr. Zhong, where is your apprentice? Please come out quickly! We really can't wait!" everyone urged.
Zhong Ding raised his eyebrows, "It's far away in the horizon but so close in front of you!"
Everyone was stunned. Everyone, including Tang Xian, looked around. Seeing that Zhong Ding's eyes had been falling on Qingcheng, Tang Xian reacted first, pointed at Qingcheng in disbelief and exclaimed: "This is impossible! You are Are you saying that all those paintings were painted by him?”
Such a kid? Have you weaned
Zhong Ding smiled and acquiesced.
Everyone was silent for a long time, and there was an uproar. Everyone had the same reaction as Tang Xian. Those paintings with Picasso style were actually painted by a child? This kind of joke is really not funny. A child who is supposed to draw crayon drawings, a child in kindergarten, is actually the author of these paintings? Who did Zhong Ding want to deceive by making up such a lie? Even if it is to promote his apprentice, he cannot be so eager for quick success. What does such a young child know? Even if you want to create hype, this is not the way to go!
Everyone looked at Zhong Ding with condemnation.
Zhong Ding was used to being independent, so he just sneered: "Is it possible that I, Zhong Ding, will still lie to you?"
Everyone froze, and Tang Xian spoke first, "It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that what you said is too unbelievable. Such a child can draw oil paintings? How is this possible! It's good for such a young child to be able to sit for twenty minutes. After completing a An oil painting is so difficult, it’s hard for us to believe what you said!”
Everyone nodded in style, but Zhong Ding did not explain. He just pointed to another painting and said, "This painting is a collaboration between me and Qingcheng. Can you see any difference in this painting?"
Everyone was silent for a moment. Tang Xian stared at the painting and suddenly had an idea: "The bottom painting of this painting is your "Wheat Field"? If I remember correctly, there are no characters in your painting, so the woman in the wheat field Was it painted later?"
Tang Xian knew him very well and could tell at a glance. Zhong Ding was not surprised. He put a hand in his pocket and smiled: "It's true. This painting was painted by Qingcheng and I. He added on my old painting." I created a character, completed the new painting, and then modified it a little, and finally I got this painting, "Woman Watching the Wheat Field."