Li Hongjun frowned: "Why are you panicking? Did that kid bully you?"
Qi Yuan shook his head and said nothing. He couldn't explain this to anyone.
She calmed down and said, "Teacher, you go back first. I'll get some of my paintings and then go to the Ink Painting Pavilion to find you."
Li Hongjun suddenly glared and said suspiciously: "Could it be like last time that you said you would look for it in two days and then forgot about it?"
Li Hongjun finally accepted a student he liked, but this student was not active at all.
If others can think of a few words of advice from him, they are waiting for them.
But as a student, when he went to teach on the pole, he seemed to be despised and pushed him again and again.
Qi Yuan explained in a dumbfounded way: "No, I'll be there in an hour at most."
"Where are you going to get it? I'll go with you."
Qi Yuan: "..."
This teacher doesn't believe she needs to be so obvious.
Qi Yuan could only take Li Hongjun to the old city.
Almost all of her previous paintings were burned in the Qi family. Now there are only a few paintings at No. 32 in the old city, and a few picture albums that she brought back to the Shen family from school.
She didn't want to go back to Shen's house for the time being, so she had no choice but to go to the old city.
The two quickly arrived at the old city. The place was too messy. Qi Yuan was worried that the old man would not be safe, so he said: "Teacher, wait for me in the car. I will come out after I get the painting."
After Qi Yuan finished speaking, before Li Hongjun could refuse, he opened the car door and ran out of the car.
Li Hongjun frowned as he looked at the dilapidated streets and went home to get it? This little girl's home is here?
Isn't she the adopted daughter of the Qi family? She is also married to that boy from the Shen family. How could this dilapidated old house be her home?
Li Hongjun didn't think long before Qi Yuan ran back with a picture album in his arms and changed out of his dress.
Li Hongjun took the picture album, thought of the red plum picture, and looked forward to the work of his apprentice.
Then after opening the picture album, the smile on my face gradually turned into a frown as the picture album was flipped.
The brushstrokes of these paintings are still a bit jerky, but whether they are bright or dim, they all seem to express a kind of emotion, loneliness, helplessness, and despair.
What has this student experienced?
In fact, from Qi Yuan's point of view, there is not much problem with her paintings because they still have vitality.
Just like a poor little person who lives an extremely miserable life, she still thinks that the world is beautiful and that there is still hope for the future.
But now she...
Li Hongjun closed the album, said nothing, and took Qi Yuan to the Ink Painting Pavilion.
Jinyu Tower and Ink Painting Pavilion are two special places in Jianglin City.
Gold and Jade poster auction, all kinds of dresses, jewelry, bling.
The master's calligraphy and paintings, out-of-print books, and original works by famous artists can all be found here.
The Ink Painting Pavilion was founded by Li Hongjun. When Li Hongjun took Qi Yuan in, many people stretched their heads and watched secretly.
Until Li Hongjun took Qi Yuan to the third floor.
The third floor of the Ink Painting Pavilion is Li Hongjun's private studio. No one has been there except Li Hongjun himself. Everyone in the circle knows that Mr. Li has taken a disciple.
Now just watching Mr. Li take his young apprentice to the private studio of Shui Mo Pavilion, we can see that Mr. Li attaches great importance to his apprentice.
The very large studio has paintings all over the walls, floor and corners.
Looking at these rich colors and majestic and smooth lines, Qi Yuan's heart slowly calmed down.
After taking Qi Yuan around, Li Hongjun said, "How about it? It's good to be my apprentice. You can take whatever you like from the paintings here. You don't need the money from the Shen family to buy them."
Qi Yuan nodded, it was indeed good.
If the paintings in this room were put up for auction, they would surely make a rich man.
But as a teacher, she probably isn't short of money either.
Otherwise, why would he be so generous to her, his apprentice?
As Li Hongjun spoke, he had already moved out the paints, laid out the drawing paper, and then spoke to Qi Yuan.
"Idle time is idle. Let me give you a debut test today. Make a painting with gods as the theme. I can also check your level and find the right direction to teach you."
Qi Yuan was a little hesitant. Her current painting style was too weird and dark, and she was not willing to show it to others easily.
But the teacher in front of her was a teacher she accepted voluntarily. Now that she has become a teacher, one day she will discover problems with her works.
Qi Yuan nodded in agreement.
God?
Qi Yuan closed her eyes slightly, and naturally imagined a painting in her mind.
The brush fell on the paper.
Large areas of black ink spread out.
Li Hongjun sat down aside and watched slowly and patiently.
It is said that words are like people and paintings are like people.
You may be able to understand something by watching a person's painting process.
Li Hongjun wanted to know what happened to his little apprentice to draw such a picture album.
Time passed bit by bit.
Qi Yuan was still immersed in the painting, as if there were only those bright and dark colors between heaven and earth.
The expression on Li Hongjun's face became more solemn.
After an unknown amount of time, Qi Yuan put down his pen.
She seemed to be overworked and exhausted, and her face was a little pale.
On the drawing paper, there is a large area of dark tones and a god with no smoky face, walking in this world wearing a white robe.
But under his feet, the dark mud was stained with bright red, and countless ferocious hands stretched out from the ground to grab the god, and one hand even grabbed the god's foot.
The white clothes and the blood-stained mud formed a dazzling contrast.
Qi Yuan lowered his head slightly.
There is no god in this world. If there were, why didn't he come to save her in the previous life?
The so-called gods are just illusory comfort, so let’s drag them into this hell together.
The darkness and madness in her heart cannot be hidden in the painting.
After Qi Yuan stopped writing for a long time, Li Hongjun came back to his senses.
His whole body seemed to be shocked. He thought that the red plum picture and this picture album he had seen before had already caused him a kind of depression and despair.
But now that he saw the painting in front of him with his own eyes, he felt that what he thought was not enough.
What on earth did she go through to become like this?
Li Hongjun said seriously: "Qi Yuan, there is more than just darkness and despair in this world."
Li Hongjun has always called Qi Yuan his little apprentice, and this is the first time he calls her by her name so seriously.
Qi Yuan still lowered his head and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "But I... can only see darkness."
Li Hongjun was shocked.
He thought of when he was young, the child's accident, the death of his wife, and important people leaving one after another. Despair enveloped him like a tide, and he could not forget the pain thirty years later.
He has never remarried, has a bad temper, and is not close to anyone.
Until he saw the red plum painting, the painful emotions in the painting made him feel the same, and he had the idea of becoming a disciple.
But he has experienced the pain of life and death many times. Why does the young apprentice in front of him have more pain and despair than him?
Li Hongjun suddenly reached out and rubbed Qi Yuan's head, and said gently: "Don't be afraid, you have a teacher now."
