"Forget it, I won't go. You will take care of Zhang Bi a little after you go there, thank you."
Wang Ding still rejected Sally's invitation. Wang Ding was still a little disappointed when the cooperation failed just now. And he had to adjust his thoughts when he went back.
Because of what happened just now, Sally was not willing to persuade Wang Ding to attend the party alone.
Back at the Frankfurt Hotel, Wang Ding took a simple shower and went to bed.
Lying on the bed, Wang Ding was recalling everything that happened in Sean James's basement.
Obviously, Sean's opinion that the oracle bone films were used to study Chinese characters several years later was purely his nonsense, and it should be that these oracle bone films have special significance to him personally.
You should know that the Dunhuang suicide notes are more valuable than this oracle bone inscription. Since Sean agreed to exchange the Dunhuang suicide notes for himself, it would be impossible for him to hold the oracle bone inscriptions and keep it on.
Wang Ding couldn't give up the Dunhuang suicide note and could not give up this oracle bone film. Then he had to find a way to know the significance of this oracle bone film to Sean James.
I'm afraid I can't know this alone, or I can ask Sally to help me ask about that Aesshava, because Aesshava is definitely an insider.
Thinking of this, Wang Ding suddenly became enlightened, and when his expression was relaxed, Wang Ding felt a little sleepy on the soft bed.
...
Dongdongdongdongdongdong, I don’t know who knocked on Wang Ding’s door again. The continuous and uninterrupted knock finally woke up Wang Ding who was sleeping. When I opened my eyes, I saw that it was already past ten o’clock in the evening.
Wang Ding felt a little heavy, and after opening the door, the one knocked on the door was a little waitress in Frankfurt. The waiter was either doing anything else. He came to deliver dinner because there were records of guests in the hotel, and the hotel in the room would be
Automatic delivery of food to the door. This waitress delivered the meal for the last time. In order to complete the task, she directly hit the door.
"Sir, this is your dinner, I'm sorry to disturb you for rest."
When the French girl said that Wang Ding really felt hungry. "Okay, thank you." After Wang Ding thanked, the French girl twisted her butt and left.
Wang Ding now went out and knocked on Zhang Bi's room. It was past ten o'clock. Wang Ding guessed that Zhang Bi should be back, but there was no sound in Zhang Bi's room.
Because Wang Ding and Zhang Bi came to Paris, they changed the phone card here. Wang Ding dialed Zhang Bi's number, and only heard the noise on the other side of the phone was still very lively.
"Wang Ding, I was having too much fun for a while, so I forgot to call you. I might have to play for a while. It's really interesting."
"Oh, is Sally with you?"
"Why? Are you looking for her?" Zhang Bi was a little disappointed.
"No, I mean I'm relieved that you are a girl, so late..." Wang Ding felt that if you continue talking, Zhang Bi might think more and shut up in time, but Zhang Bi still heard some information
.
"Are you caring about me?"
"Ah, aren't they all in a foreign country? I said you'd better come back early."
"Okay, I understand, anyway, it's almost over?" Zhang Bi said, and only the French youths beside him shouted, "nonono"
"Hehe, they said it's not over yet. It's okay, you have to rest first. I haven't been so crazy for a long time. In China, it's basically impossible for everyone to be so crazy. When we come to a foreign country, we are not crazy?
Too tired?"
After Zhang Bi said that, he hung up the phone, and Zhang Bi's last words indeed infected Wang Ding. Paris, he is a romantic city, or when he comes here, he should enjoy the romance of this city. He is always so tight.
It is tense and restrained, so even when you arrive in this romantic city, there is still no romantic mood at all.
....
On Wednesday, on the third day of his trip to Paris, after Wang Ding and Zhang Bi arrived at the Louvre, Rembrandt, Druid and Sally were already waiting in the academic exchange hall of the Louvre.
Because I admired the Sculpture Museum and the Asian Art Museum on Monday, mainly focusing on the study of sculpture. Today, the course arranged by the Louvre for Wang Ding and Zhang Bi is to learn sculpture.
Carving is not a simple science. Ordinary sculptors have to have some painting skills. However, compared with the urgency of time, the Louvre did not complete the study by two people naturally, but jumped.
When the druid saw Wang Ding again, he no longer looked down on him so much. The last time Wang Ding's small universe exploded, the druid knew that this Chinese was not easy to mess with. On the surface, it looked like a poor boy, but
Who knows that he is not Li Ka-shing from China?
The relationship between Rembrandt and Zhang Bi was much better because of the youth party yesterday. The two of them looked at me from time to time, and Wang Ding standing in the middle became like air.
Sally had sharp eyes. Seeing that Wang Ding was a little embarrassed, Yingying walked over and pulled Wang Ding out of the queue.
"Wang Ding, do you know who our sculpture teacher is today?"
Sally asked Wang Ding to answer a question smartly, so the action was not abrupt. Wang Ding wouldn't know who the teacher was, and said casually, "It's not the director Mr. Bruel, right?"
"No, how could it be him? He is not very proficient in sculpture."
"Then I don't know."
"Haha," Sally smiled and raised her eyes, "He is a very famous sculptor... His name is Luo...Dan..."
"What, Luo Dan?" Wang Ding knew Luo Dan. He was the most famous sculptor in France and worked hard all his life, but... "No, hasn't Master Luo Dan left?"
Sally heard that Wang Ding knew Master Luo Dan, and withdrew his mouth, he said seriously, "I haven't finished speaking yet. Master Luo Dan has indeed passed away, but what I said today is our master of sculpture today, Albert, the disciple of Luo Dan...
Ni, he is here to be our teacher.”
"Alberni?"
Wang Ding always felt that this name was very familiar. In the field of sculpture art, Alberni should be a little famous, but Wang Ding couldn't remember what works he had created.
"Alberni is very similar to Master Rodin. They are both very brave and dare to break through. Just as Master Rodin broke through the shackles of the official academic school at that time, Alberni was good at absorbing all fine traditions and abandoning the habitual thinking of sculpture. He was about ancient Greece
The beautiful, vivid and contrasting techniques of sculpture are very profound and learned the style of Master Rodan. He is a rare master in the history of modern sculpture."
Sally said, and Rembrandt also added. "But Master Alberni is a bit weird. When learning from him, you must break your habitual thinking and must not be without ideas. And he speaks very harshly, but
He is not targeting people, so you must endure it later.”
"We have no problem." Zhang Bi nodded, and Wang Ding said that there was no problem now.
The five people were waiting in the communication room, and time passed by minute by minute. After waiting for about twenty minutes, a middle-aged French man appeared in front of the five people.
This French man was a little unkempt, with a scattered beard, his cheeks were dense, his eyes were not angry, and he did not look like the temperament of a psychic artist, but like a pool of silent stagnant water. His figure was slightly fat, and his skin was not as white as that.
With a little bit of yellowishness.
The clothes were covered with plaster powder and oil painted ink on the legs of the trousers. He was sloppy, not like a master, but like a garbage collector.
Alberni yawned lazily, approached Wang Ding and Zhang Bi step by step, and looked at the two Chinese people in front of him.
"You two are Chinese students?"
Alberni could speak Chinese, and Wang Ding was really overjoyed. However, when he smiled, Alberni became furious, "Why don't you answer my question?"
"Yes, yes, we are Chinese." Zhang Bi hurriedly replied.
"So aren't you?"
"I am."
"Why don't you answer me quickly? Go out, my class doesn't welcome disobedient students. Go out." Alberni said his personality is weird, but Wang Ding didn't expect it to be so weird. He was angry before he could do anything.
he.
Wang Ding was embarrassed, and I really didn't know what to do next second. Seeing Alberi was about to drive Wang Ding out, the Druid was actually a little gloating.
Sally is more able to resolve conflicts. Seeing Alberni asking Wang Ding to go out, Sally smiled and said, "Teacher Alberni, we all know your teaching style, but students who came from China from all over the world,
How can I get used to it so quickly? Can the teacher give him more opportunities to treat guests from afar? I believe he will be active and enthusiastic in answering questions in the future. In addition, he is still a very powerful student. Don’t you want to see his abilities?
”
Sally said sweetly, although Alberni doesn't like this, Sally's words still make some sense. After all, Wang Ding is a Chinese and needs to give him a little chance.
"Okay, then you stand here and listen to my lectures until I think you have been actively answering questions and have shown your skills, and I will ask you to sit down. Do you have any objections?"
Alberni's temperament of speaking is different from that of ordinary people. Wang Ding can guess that this is indeed a capable and qualified master. Since it is a master lecture hall, why not stand?
Wang Ding immediately said, "No objection."
"Okay." Alberni nodded with satisfaction, waved his assistant the next second, and after giving a few words in his ear, Alberni's assistant went down.
After a while, the assistant and a few guys brought a bronze sculpture.
The statue is a naked man. He is walking forward with a stick in his left hand. While walking, he is suddenly stunned by something in front of him. Then he stops his steps and looks up at him while his right hand is holding his own.
The hair looked very naive and natural. For a moment, at that moment, he showed people's worries, shyness and awe. (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better and faster!
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