Mr. Fu came to Jinling to participate in an art exhibition and was in another area of the National Exhibition Center at that time. This is why he came across Ling Xiaowei's works by chance.
Everything is fate.
I followed Fang Jingping to the hotel where Mr. Fu lived. He lived in a courtyard, which was very antique. At the moment, he was painting with ink!
Fang Jingping slowed down and made a silent gesture to Ling Xiaowei. Ling Xiaowei understood instantly.
Master doesn't like to be disturbed when he is painting.
The two came to Fu Lao's side and stood there quietly watching Fu Lao paint. They painted the green bamboos and rockeries in the garden, as well as the naughty cat rolling in the yard. They painted stroke by stroke.
Very natural, smooth and interesting.
After standing there for more than half an hour, Mr. Fu put away his pen and said with a smile: "Xiaowei, come and take a look at my painting and comment on it."
How can I comment on this? I can’t say it’s not good! But this painting is really well done, and the layout and artistic conception clearly show its skill.
"Master, it will be more interesting to add something on this branch!" Ling Xiaowei said with a smile.
Mr. Fu smiled and said: "Oh, come on, come on and let me take a look!" Mr. Fu couldn't wait to take the pen and handed it to Ling Xiaowei. Ling Xiaowei took the pen and remembered the rockery she saw when she just entered the yard.
A grasshopper fell on the weeds. She lightly traced a few strokes on the leaf, and a grasshopper with flapping wings was ready.
"Haha, this is a good addition, and it takes seconds." Mr. Fu smiled cheerfully, patted Ling Xiaowei's shoulder affectionately, and said kindly: "Xiaowei, you are really talented in painting, Master hopes
If you can spare more time to learn painting, Master will entrust you with what you have learned throughout your life. Look at your grasshopper, although it is lifelike in painting, its strength is not very clever."
After listening to Mr. Fu's words, Ling Xiaowei took a closer look. It was indeed true. It was a bit heavy, but it seemed that the leaves were too light. In fact, if you didn't look carefully, you couldn't tell. But Mr. Fu was different, he had piercing eyes!
"Master, you are right!" Ling Xiaowei said, "It's a pity that such a good painting was ruined by me!" Ling Xiaowei shook her head regretfully, "Since everything is like this, Master, why don't you give me this calligraphy painting of yours?
So you can whip me every day."
Mr. Fu is a master, and one of his calligraphy works is worth a lot of money!
Ling Xiaowei has already started rolling the painting. She will take it back and find a good master to frame it and hang it in her father's office. It should be good. There is one thing missing. "Master, please give me a seal!"
As soon as these words came out, Mr. Fu and Fang Jingping both laughed.
"Ghost girl, you just want my painting!" Mr. Fu smiled from ear to ear, but he still took out the seal he had given and stamped his personal seal on the painting.
"Master, you are so partial. I don't even have your calligraphy treasure!" Fang Jingping said with envy, looking at the painting in Ling Xiaowei's hand with greed.
"Brother, you really don't have one!" Ling Xiaowei said in surprise.
"He really doesn't have it. When he can draw a painting that satisfies me, I will give it to him." Mr. Fu said with a smile.
Fang Jingping looked sad!
Ling Xiaowei felt even more happy and moved. She saw that Mr. Fu really liked her as his apprentice. She must not let him down.
"Master, I will definitely learn painting from you in the future." Ling Xiaowei said sweetly.
"Well, you must study hard. I heard that you are going to stay here for a month. I decided not to go back to the capital for the time being. There happened to be classes at Nanjing University, so I took the lead. I also happened to stay here to teach you how to draw. You
From now on, he will come to my place to study painting for two hours every day. And he will come to the capital during the winter and summer vacations to study painting with me, and I will cover the food and accommodation," Mr. Fu said.
"Really!" Ling Xiaowei said in disbelief.
She thought that it would be enough to recognize a master, call him casually, follow him and learn painting for a few days, and then let him assign homework. She would go back and practice hard, and then hand in the homework for him.
But now it seems that he is very serious about learning from his master!
"Of course it's true. He's studying here this summer. He'll come to the capital during the holidays next year. I'll ask your junior wife to pack up a place for you to live in." Mr. Fu's expression was very serious.
"Ah! Then I won't be lazy enough to steal anymore!" Ling Xiaowei shouted childishly.
Fang Jingping laughed after hearing this, "This is just the beginning. The teacher is very strict."
"Well, jade cannot be used if it is not polished, and it cannot be done without strictness. That boy of yours was not caught when he was young, and what has become of him now." Mr. Fu pointed at Fang Jingping and said.
"That's what the teacher criticized." When Fang Jingping thought of his son, he shook his head and frowned.
Looking at Ling Xiaowei again, it would be great if this was my daughter! I really like her more and more the more I watch.
Who were these two people talking about? Ling Xiaowei followed silently and didn't say much, but from the chat between Mr. Fu and Fang Jingping, it could be heard that the two people disliked the child they talked about.
I don’t know which unlucky child was despised by his own father and became like this.
In the afternoon, Ling Xiaowei officially started studying with Mr. Fu.
Half an hour of painting theory, an hour of painting practice, focusing on traditional Chinese painting.
Ling Xiaowei has never studied painting in such a systematic way. In this hour and a half, she learned a lot. From then on, she entered the palace of traditional Chinese painting and the charm of traditional Chinese painting.
After nearly two hours of studying, Mr. Fu let her go back to the set and told her to continue studying here tomorrow afternoon.
Fortunately, the place where Fu Lao lived was very close to Yihe Road and could be reached by taking a few bus stops. Ling Xiaowei decided to borrow a bicycle from the crew and ride there every day.
When we got back to the set, it was already past four o'clock.
She returned to the studio and continued drawing.
Just like this, the busy and fulfilling days passed quickly, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Her first batch of plans were released, and the design drafts for the three leading actors were all completed. On a cool morning, she met with Director Wang, Brother Fang, and the three actors to discuss the design plan.
This time I mainly looked at the clothes of the two male actors.
Ling Xiaowei had never made clothes for male actors before. In order to find inspiration, she dug into the system, looked for magazines, and looked for references. She had never been exposed to it before, but when she studied it carefully, she discovered that boys' fashion can also be made so beautiful.
style.
It was really an eye-opener, and then her inspiration suddenly exploded out of control. The two male actors each designed fifteen sets of clothes based on their personalities and family backgrounds, some casual and some formal.
As soon as Ling Xiaowei's design draft was passed to Director Wang and Fang Jingping, the two men screamed in surprise.
“This one looks great!”
"It looks good this way. I think I can wear it."
"This one will definitely look good on me." Director Wang pointed at one of the clothes and said happily.
"Director Wang, show me my clothes in the play." Chu Ran is the male lead in the play. He is very dissatisfied with this little design that Director Wang found, but he is not as well-known as Xu Jie'er, and his background is not as good as Xu Jie'er's.
Not as big as Xu Jie'er, he really didn't dare to offend Director Wang, so he could only endure it, but privately he found Allen and asked him to help design a few sets of clothes, and he paid for it himself.