A relative from the capital came to the Ling family, which still aroused heated discussions among everyone in the village.
"The Ling family is really smoking from their ancestral graves. Now they even know the great painters in the capital."
"I heard that the old man is still a professor at the university, he is very powerful!"
"That little girl from the Ling family will have a rich life in the future."
"Now that Ling Laosi's family is so powerful, how could that factory close down so easily?"
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These words were spread among the villagers, especially in the evening, when every household came out to enjoy the cool air, and a group of old men and women gathered around to discuss it.
This made Ling Xiaowei afraid to go out. As soon as she went out, someone asked her how she knew them.
Or just ask, does this great painter still have apprentices?
Ling Xiaowei laughed awkwardly every time, but it was Fang Ximeng who was chatting with a group of old men and women who were particularly speculative.
Seeing Fang Ximeng chatting so happily with the people here, Ling Xiaowei really couldn't believe that on the first day, Fang Ximeng didn't dare to go out, but on the second day, he had completely integrated in, holding in his hand
With a round cattail fan, I ran out to play by myself.
The ability to adapt is quite strong.
On the first day that Mr. Fu came, that night, at Ling Xiaowei's house, Ling Xiaowei handed in her homework. Seeing Mr. Fu checking her homework, Ling Xiaowei was quite uneasy at first.
"Well, it can be seen that I am still making great progress. My paintings are pretty good. At this level, I won't be embarrassed if I participate in a competition." Mr. Fu said with a smile.
"Competition? Master, what competition do you want to participate in?" Ling Xiaowei asked curiously.
She has never participated in any competition, and she doesn't know if it is difficult.
"On August 2nd, there will be a national art exhibition, including a national calligraphy and painting competition. I have already registered for you. You can think about it, draw a painting, and participate in the competition. The winning works will be taken directly to the exhibition.
We’re participating in an exhibition at the museum!”
"Are there any bonuses in the competition?" Ling Xiaowei asked curiously, if there were bonuses, that would be even better!
"Haha, you little girl." Mr. Fu laughed, as if he was laughing at how ridiculous Ling Xiaowei's words were.
Ling Xiaowei was very embarrassed to hear her master laughing like this.
"Yes, it's quite a lot. The first place has 10,000 yuan." Fang Ximeng replied.
"So much!" Ling Xiaowei was very excited. Ten thousand yuan was really a lot. After working in her factory for three months, she only had a net profit of only ten thousand yuan.
You can get so much money for painting a painting, my God! I really live up to the saying that art is priceless.
"Grandpa, look at Xiaowei's money-obsessed attitude. Didn't you say that artists who don't love money can't produce good art? Look at Xiaowei's behavior, and he will definitely become a great artist in the future." Fang Ximeng laughed and said.
Ling Xiaowei blushed, it was obvious! Who doesn't like money?
"Yes, I said that, but a gentleman should keep in mind that when he loves money, he should keep it in mind. An art without value cannot be called art. Therefore, Xiaowei, for 10,000 yuan, you have to do your best
Work hard, and there will be thousands more waiting for you in the future!" Mr. Fu laughed.
These words... made Ling Xiaowei ashamed. She suddenly felt that she had become so worldly, but she liked it so much.
For 10,000 yuan, she had to work hard.
In the next two days, she has been conceiving her own work, because there is no limit on the subject matter, so she can express herself freely.
She also secretly looked at a lot of art paintings in the system, and she found that every famous artist has his own personal style.
Even Mr. Fu has his own style, academic. Each of his works makes people feel very rigorous, so rigorous that every leaf has been carefully laid out.
This has become Fu Lao's style, and it is still very popular in the collecting community.
But his works belong to the old school. Although Ling Xiaowei also likes them, she prefers the post-modern art style, which is more imaginative, exaggerated and visually impactful.
She has thought about merging the two styles together.
After she told Mr. Fu her idea, Mr. Fu praised her and thought that although she was young, she had her own ideas. However, he felt that she was just starting out, so she should first participate in the competition with traditional methods and win.
Basics, and then find your own style through practice.
After Fu Lao's on-demand broadcast, Ling Xiaowei suddenly became enlightened. She was still a little anxious and it was best to lay a solid foundation.
Since Mr. Fu came, Ling Xiaowei has basically stayed with her at home. During the day, she took Mr. Fu and Fang Ximeng to the fields, mountains, and small islands to collect wind and play. In the evening, a family of young and old held cattail fans at the head of the village, chatting with the elderly.
Chatting and recalling the bitterness and sweetness.
After listening to Mr. Fu chatting with the old people, Ling Xiaowei learned that Mr. Fu had lived in the countryside when he was young, but his family was a landlord at that time, but his family was a very kind-hearted landlord. During the revolution,
, sold his property and supported the revolution. At that time, he left his hometown where he was born and raised.
Although he is living a good life now, he still misses the days when he was young in the countryside, especially the days when he enjoyed the cool air with everyone at the entrance of the village in the summer.
Now, he has realized his dream through his apprentice.
After talking with Mr. Fu, the villagers understood Mr. Fu's situation more or less, and the sense of mystery about the big shot from the city quickly disappeared. Only one of them in front of them had experienced the war.
The poor old man who misses his hometown.
After the novelty wore off, everyone no longer paid attention to Mr. Fu and Fang Ximeng.
These days, Mr. Fu and Fang Ximeng were having a great time, and they were reluctant to leave.
But three days later, it was time to leave. Ling Xiaowei also packed up her things and left with her.
On this day, Shi Mingwei also packed his luggage and was going back to the capital. He happened to be traveling with Mr. Fu.
Originally, he was supposed to wait for Shi Jianbo to pick him up, but when he had this opportunity, Grandpa Shi called Shi Jianbo and refused to let him pick up the phone. The key was that Shi Mingwei refused to pick up the phone.
In the past three days, whenever he saw Ling Xiaowei, he was followed by this boy Fang Ximeng. This boy kept calling Sister Ling every day, which made him angry to death. He must keep an eye on this boy and not let him
No more pestering Xiaowei.
This is Xiaowei's first trip to the capital, and he has to take care of her along the way.
After three days of getting along, Ling Guoqiang had a deep understanding of Fu Lao, and he was relieved to hand over Xiaowei to Fu Lao and take him to the capital.
This is why Mr. Fu must come to Ling Xiaowei's house in person, because no parent would leave their child to a stranger whom they are not familiar with.
"This is my home address and phone number. You are also welcome to go to the capital when you are free. You are very welcome." Mr. Fu gave Ling Guoqiang the book with the address and phone number.
"Okay, I will definitely go if I have the chance. I will leave Xiaowei's child to Mr. Fu. You are the child's teacher. Please pay more attention." After speaking, Ling Guoqiang gave Fu some local specialties.