Hearing the deep and magnetic sound, Shen Li paused slightly, and looked in the direction from which the sound came.
A middle-aged man who looked about forty years old was standing not far away looking at her.
He was tall and tall, with a handsome appearance, a refined and gentle temperament, and his gold-rimmed eyes added a bit of scholarly vigor to him.
Even though there are some traces of time on the face, it is still not difficult to see the handsome and delicate appearance when he was young.
It's just that this face is really strange.
Shen Li hesitated and said:
"you are-"
The man opposite laughed:
"I am Shi Yang."
It turned out to be him.
Shen Li has heard of this master of Chinese painting for a long time, and heard Yu Pingchuan mention it a few times before, so she is no stranger to it.
However, today is indeed the first time I saw a real person with my own eyes.
She nodded slightly:
"Hello, Teacher Shi Yang."
The sun was just right at this time, and she was wearing a baseball cap, the brim of which cast a shadow on that clean face.
Her eyebrows and eyes were blurred in that layer of dark light, and she couldn't see clearly, only her straight nose bridge and pointed chin were extraordinarily beautiful.
Shi Yang's eyes froze for a moment, and his smile deepened.
"I wanted to meet you before, but I never had a chance. I never thought I would meet you here."
As he spoke, he raised his finger and pointed to the teaching building behind him.
"I'm here to give a lecture, how about you?"
He is the vice chairman of the painting association and the most well-known master of traditional Chinese painting in China. It is really normal for Xijing Academy of Fine Arts to invite him here.
Shen Li understood, and said:
"I'm here to deliver something to Teacher Yu."
When she is outside, she usually still calls Yu Pingchuan Teacher Yu.
Shi Yang nodded: "Well...then you go to Mr. Yu first, don't delay."
Shen Li's tone is calm and polite:
"Goodbye, Teacher Shi Yang."
After speaking, she turned around and raised her legs to leave.
However, just as he took a step, Shi Yang suddenly called her from behind.
"Shen Li."
Shen Li paused slightly, then looked back.
Shi Yang smiled warmly and sincerely:
"I forgot to say, I like your paintings very much."
It is very rare to be appreciated and affirmed by such a master of traditional Chinese painting.
Any young painter would probably be very happy.
But there was no disturbance in Shen Li's heart.
Firstly, she didn't care whether the irrelevant people liked her paintings, and secondly, Yu Pingchuan had already reported it before.
But out of politeness, she nodded:
"Thanks."
After speaking, she continued to walk forward.
Shi Yang looked at her back with fixed eyes.
It wasn't until she turned the corner that she couldn't see at all that Shi Yang shook his head and smiled, muttering:
"So proud, it really is..."
I don't know what to think of, the smile on his face faded a lot, and he didn't say the rest of the words.
After a moment of silence, he turned and left.
…
Before Yu Pingchuan said he was waiting for her in the studio, Shen Li went straight over.
When she arrived, she saw more than a dozen students concentrating on painting in the studio. Yu Pingchuan stood in the aisle watching, and the room was quiet.
Shen Li knocked on the door:
"Teacher Yu."
A clear and pleasant voice broke the silence. Yu Pingchuan looked up and saw her, with a smile on his face immediately.
He walked over:
"Ari, why did you come so fast?"
Shen Li handed over the drawing board, the corners of her lips curved slightly:
"Your entrustment, dare not be unhappy."
The students in the classroom also looked up one after another, seeing that it was Shen Li who came, they became a little restless.
"Is that Shen Li?"
"It's her! Why is she here?"
"It looks like a gift for Mr. Yu. But the real person is so beautiful!"
"I like her paintings so much! It's a pity that she doesn't share the same campus as us, so we don't have a chance to meet her. Today is a lucky day!"
For the students of Xijing Academy of Fine Arts, especially those who study oil painting, Shen Li is a benchmark that everyone envies.
Under the tutelage of Mei Yanqing, his own talent is extremely outstanding, and every painting can fetch a high price in the market.
The point is, she is not yet nineteen years old.
Many people will not be able to achieve these achievements of hers in their lifetime, how can they not be envied and admired
Yu Pingchuan laughed.
Normally, he might have to start discipline, but today is different.
Hearing them praise Chen Li, he felt proud and happy before it was too late.
Shen Li looked into the classroom and said:
"Then I won't interrupt your class—"
Hearing that she was leaving, Yu Pingchuan immediately asked, "Do you have other things to do this afternoon?"
Shen Li shook her head, there was only one pre-experiment to be done at night, and there was really nothing else to do.
Yu Pingchuan waved at her and said with a smile:
"Then you should stay here for class together too! When this class is over, you and I will go back to the Shuiyuan Family for a meal."
Counting it, Shen Li hadn't been there for a while.
Shen Li was taken aback: "Class?"
Yu Pingchuan coughed:
"Why, you don't want to attend brother's class?"
Shen Li: "...Okay."
Yu Pingchuan's words have reached this point, she really has no reason to refuse.
Hearing her affirmative voice, not only Yu Pingchuan, but also all the students in the classroom became excited.
Shen Li is not a student of Xijing Academy of Fine Arts, and she has a very high seniority in the painting world. To be able to take classes with her, this opportunity is really once in a thousand years!
"There is still a seat over there, can you sit there?"
Yu Pingchuan raised his finger and pointed to a place in the corner of the classroom.
He knew that no matter what class Shen Li was in, she always leaned towards the back row, so he arranged such a seat for her.
After the words fell, the boy who was closest to that position couldn't help but "Fuck", he was flattered.
What kind of treatment!
The rest of the class threw envious eyes at him in unison.
Shen Li walked towards that position.
When she really sat down, the boy felt a little shy and nervous again, he only greeted her with red ears, and didn't dare to speak anymore.
Shen Li just came to randomly listen to half of the class, so she didn't plan to draw. After sitting down, she didn't even have a drawing board.
But she wasn't bored, because the boy next to her soon tried to talk to her again.
"Shen, Shen Li? Can you help me see how I can draw better here?"
Shen Li glanced sideways at his painting.
The content of their class is to copy the works of masters, and this boy chose a portrait of Mei Yanqing in his early years.
She and Yu Pingchuan are both Mei Yanqing's disciples, and their painting skills and styles are similar to a certain extent. It is indeed the right person for this boy to ask her for advice.
She looked up at Yu Pingchuan.
Yu Pingchuan happened to notice the commotion here, and found it quite interesting:
"Ari, can you tell him something?"
Shen Li nodded, got up and walked over.
When everyone in the classroom turned their heads, they saw Shen Li standing next to the boy, pointing at his painting and whispering something.
The boy was contemplative at first, and then showed a sudden look:
"I understand! Thank you, boss!"
A boy in front couldn't help raising his hand:
"Boss, can you take a look at mine?"
Shen Li raised her eyes slightly, before she had time to speak, a lukewarm voice came from beside her:
"You copied Luo Nai's painting, it's not suitable for you to find Shen Li?"
(end of this chapter)