Most of the traditional Chinese paintings present were of figures, flowers and birds, and landscapes. They looked very artistic, making people immersed in them, and felt a little more calm.
Jing Yunzhao agreed to be with Mo Zhengyan, so after class at noon, he immediately went to the place where Mo Zhengyan was teaching, and when he saw the clothes he was wearing, he even pursed his lips and smiled.
Coincidentally, today Professor Mo is wearing the same clothes that he wore when we went shopping together that day.
"Xiaojing, it seems that your state is a little wrong today?" Professor Mo looked at Jing Yunzhao a few times, and always felt a little strange.
This child is usually very stable, and his emotions are not expressive, but today he seems to be in a good mood, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but it looks a little chilly.
"Teacher, I just can't wait to see those paintings." Jing Yunzhao said.
"Really?" Not like that.
However, after getting along for the past three days, he is very satisfied with Jing Yunzhao. You can see how a person's character is from her way of life. He has high requirements, especially when it comes to writing and painting, he is very strict. But this girl has a high tolerance, no matter what he says, she listens patiently, knows her shortcomings, and will rectify it.
People are very smart, one point is easy, and what he said, this girl also memorized it.
Originally, he felt that he was a little impulsive to accept students, but now he feels fortunate.
Is a good seedling.
He is patient, savvy, and has a unique temperament on his body. Every time he is silent in the calligraphy and painting, he feels a little like being integrated into the ink color, which makes him amazed.
It's a pity that she learned a little late, otherwise, with her aptitude, she would have been famous long ago.
Mo Zhengyan sighed and went downstairs with Jing Yunzhao.
Mo Zhengyan hated being disturbed by others, so the building where he stayed was very quiet, and it could be regarded as his staff dormitory. There were not many people nearby. The two of them crossed the path before walking into the crowd.
If it was Mo Zhengyan alone, it wouldn't attract the attention of others. After all, there are thousands of old people in the world, and the previous photos had no face, and no one knew what the holiness was, but now, appearing with Jing Yunzhao, then completely different.
Although there were many students who knew Mo Zhengyan, more people came to watch the exhibition. Those people didn't know who Mo Zhengyan was, and it became lively.
"Oh my god, isn't this too crazy? She's so thick-skinned, she even took this dirty old man around in the school!"
"One is old and unruly, and the other is a material bitch. It really refreshed my three views!"
"Yeah, I've never seen such a shameless person. Even if you want to be near the old man, you should keep a low profile..."
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"However, speaking of how this old man looks so familiar..."
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The crowd was noisy, Mo Zhengyan was not deaf, how could he not hear it, maybe he was a little unclear at first, but the more words he heard, the more angry he became.
Are these people talking about him and Jing Yunzhao
what happened
Jing Yunzhao looked at Mo Zhengyan and took pity on him for a while. It was a grievance to be criticized at her age, but the master and apprentice were one family, and she had been scolded for three days, and it only took a while. , and soon these scoldings were gone.
Besides, one slap didn't make a sound, and she was broken into dirty water. Professor Mo, who was one of the parties, should also be qualified to know.
"That's Professor Mo..." Someone in the crowd said again.
Mo Zhengyan wanted to wave his sleeves away angrily, but when he left, he ran into the dean and several leaders who came over.
"Lao Mo, what's wrong with you...?" the dean asked with a strange expression.