Pengpeng was hugged by Zhang Zhong and screamed as soon as he walked into the convention and exhibition center.
This art exhibition was led by their Yuanshan District Education Bureau, and the event was held at the Jiangyang Convention and Exhibition Center.
There are not many places in Jiangyang that can hold large-scale events, and the Convention and Exhibition Center is one. It does need such a large place. There are a total of one hundred works on display. Just these one hundred works correspond to one hundred children, and it is very large.
Some families, like Zhang Zhong's family, come with several members of their family.
Zhang Zhong also saw eight or nine or ten people surrounding a child. It was estimated that the parents, grandparents, uncles and aunts all came together to fight.
This is often the case in Chinese families. The whole family, young and old, all hang around one child, and the child's affairs are the top priority.
It's the same in Zhang Zhong's family, Pengpeng's affairs are the top priority.
The hall of the Convention and Exhibition Center is very open, but it seems a little crowded at the moment. The exhibited works are lined up in rows, and there is a cordon in front of each row to separate the people who come to the exhibition from the paintings.
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Zhang Zhong made a rough count and found that there were about fifteen paintings in each row. He stood on tiptoes to find his daughter's painting among the rows of paintings, but there were too many people and he couldn't see the paintings in the back row.
Just when he was about to take his family to look for her, Xu Yuhan's call came.
After she called Zhang Zhong and asked them where they were, she asked them to stand still while she came to find them.
Within two minutes, Xu Yuhan walked out of the crowd and walked over with a smile when she saw Zhang Zhong.
"Pengpeng's booth is inside. There are a lot of people today and it's hard to find. I'll take you in."
Then she saw Hu Huifang and the others standing nearby and said with a smile, "These must be Pengpeng's grandparents."
"Yes, yes, I am Pengpeng's grandma, and you must be Teacher Xu. Pengpeng always talks about you when he is at home, saying that you are a kind person and teach patiently. I have always wanted to thank you in person, but I never found the opportunity.
Hu Huifang said with a smile.
Xu Yuhan was praised and said a little embarrassedly, "It's all my fault. Auntie, you are younger than I thought. You only look in your forties."
Who doesn't like to hear compliments? Hu Huifang also smiled broadly, "I'm almost sixty, and Teacher Xu really knows how to talk."
"Ahem, Teacher Xu, where is Pengpeng's booth?" Zhang Zhong asked.
"Oh, I'll take you there right now." Xu Yuhan nodded to Hu Huifang and Zhang Xingjun, ended the business exchange, and walked toward the crowd.
After about seven or eight rows, Xu Yuhan stopped and pointed to the row next to her, "Hey, Peng Peng's paintings are right here."
Zhang Zhong looked in the direction she pointed, and in this row alone were all Little Red Riding Hood paintings painted by Peng Peng.
Originally, when Xu Yuhan said that Pengpeng had a special exhibition stand, he thought it was a specially created place, but it turned out that her paintings were placed in a separate row.
That's true, there are fourteen paintings in this set of Little Red Riding Hood paintings, which is almost enough to form a row.
It was the first time for Hu Huifang to see this group of paintings. She looked at them one by one. After reading them, she laughed and said, "Is this a painting of Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf?"
"Uh-huh."
When Pengpeng was at home, she would tell stories to her grandparents, so Hu Huifang and the others also knew this story.
At this time, there was no one else in front of Pengpeng's booth except for his family members. Not long after the exhibition started, most of the people who came to watch the exhibition were parents of children, so as soon as they came in, they would go to their home as soon as possible.
Children's paintings, of course, I don't have the time or mood to look at other people's paintings.
However, a few people stood there chatting for a while, and an old man in a long coat came over and stood in front of the Pengpeng picture and looked at it closely.
Several people who were talking were attracted by this old man. After all, what he was looking at now was Peng Peng's paintings.
Zhang Xingjun poked his wife's arm, "Do you think the old man likes our Pengpeng's paintings?"
"I probably like it, otherwise I wouldn't have watched it for so long, right? What do you think, son?"
Zhang Zhong stared at the old man in long coat for a while, then shook his head, "I don't know."
"How about you go and ask?"
"..."
Zhang Zhong didn't ask, but the old man ran over by himself.
When he was looking at the painting just now, Zhang Zhong could only see his side profile. Now that he came over, Zhang Zhong could see his face clearly.
He was probably in his early fifties, with a slicked back hair, a rosy complexion, and thick and strong eyebrows. When he came over, he had his hands behind his back, looking very dignified.
"Excuse me, were these paintings painted by this child?"
Before Zhang Zhong could say anything, Peng Peng had already answered, "Yes, grandpa, these paintings were painted by this kid."
"What's your name, kid?" the old man asked, looking at Peng Peng with a smile.
Pengpeng was held by her father, and she was not afraid of life. She said to the old man, "My name is Zhang Pengpeng."
The old man nodded and said, "What a great name. Did you paint all these paintings?"
"Well, I drew them all."
"Oh, then you are really great."
After praising Pengpeng, the old man turned to look at Zhang Zhong, "You should be this child's father."
Zhang Zhong glanced at the old man strangely, nodded and said, "Yes, sir, what advice do you have?"
"Haha, don't take it as advice." The old man waved his hands repeatedly, "Let me introduce myself first. I am the Chinese painting teacher of the Bishop of Central America. My surname is Fan, and my name is Ke Zeng."
Rice is abominable...what a good name.
Zhang Zhong glanced at Xu Yuhan next to him, because she was also from Central America, and he wondered if she recognized the teacher from Central America in front of him.
Xu Yuhan's eyes were a little intriguing, staring at the old man with a half-smile, and Zhang Zhong also felt something interesting.
Then he asked the old man, "I wonder if Teacher Fan is here for something?"
Fan Kezeng took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Zhong, "I came back from CAFA this time and set up a painting salon in my free time. It is mainly dedicated to improving the level of Chinese painting in Jiangyang City. I passed by this art exhibition today.
, I came in and saw that this group of paintings by Ling Qianjin was very clever, and I fell in love with talent, so I wanted to ask her if she had any ideas about learning Chinese painting."
"Oh? This is a great thing. I just wanted my Pengpeng to learn our own traditional Chinese painting. I have a good teacher. I didn't expect to be so lucky. I met Master Fan by chance. This is really Pengpeng's good fortune. Fan
Master, where is your salon? I will take Pengpeng there to have a look later." Zhang Zhong looked very interested.
The joy on Fan Zeng's face became even brighter, and he said with a smile, "There is an address on the business card. If you want to go, you can contact me at any time. As for the tuition, please don't worry, parent. I also founded the salon school with the mentality of doing charity.