"What, there's still a charge? Forget it." Zhang Zhong sent back the business card that Fan Zeng had just handed him.
Facing Zhang Zhong, whose attitude had completely changed, Fan Ke was stunned for a moment.
I’m afraid this parent is getting a bit out of it!
Don’t you know how to cherish such a good opportunity?
"Well, parents, you may have misunderstood. What I charge is actually not tuition fees, but just materials for daily consumption. In fact, I will still lose money. I retired from CAFA and I still have some savings, but if I have to pay for it every day
Subsidy is not a sustainable development path, right?" Fan Kezeng still patiently explained to Zhang Zhong.
The old couple standing behind Zhang Zhong also tasted it now. Just now they looked like the old man looked like a master, but now they sound like a liar.
When Xu Yuhan saw Zhang Zhong teasing Fan Kezeng, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile, then stood up and said, "Hello, Teacher Fan, I also graduated from Central Academy of Fine Arts. I don't know what your teacher He Ruchu from the Chinese Painting School is like. The previous paragraph
I heard he was sick, are you feeling better?"
Fan Kezeng was stunned again, a trace of blush appeared on his face, and he hesitated, "Dean Zhang, his condition is getting better. I still have some things to do over there, so I'll excuse you for now."
"Hey, Teacher Fan, we are so destined, let's talk..."
Before Xu Yuhan finished speaking, Fan Kezeng had already slipped into the crowd and disappeared.
"Ha, liar." Xu Yuhan curled her lips.
"He's just a low-level liar, let's leave him alone. Teacher Xu, this art exhibition is just for us to look at the paintings. Are there no other projects?"
Xu Yuhan shook her head and said, "No, it's just a painting exhibition."
"Yeah." Zhang Dian nodded, "Now that we're here, let's go look at other children's paintings."
"Okay, I'll show you around."
Before Xu Yuhan could finish her words, another old man walked up to Peng Peng's group of paintings, also looking carefully.
Is this another charlatan?
However, the old man who came this time was much worse off. He had a bloated figure, wore an inconspicuous black coat, and wore a small black felt hat on his head. From the edge of the hat, you can still see his
Worrying hair volume.
This one seemed to be more patient than the previous one and stayed in front of each painting for a long time.
Zhang Zhong turned to look at Xu Yuhan and asked with a smile, "Isn't this your Yangmei teacher again?"
He originally wanted to make a joke with Xu Yuhan, but he didn't expect that Xu Yuhan nodded blankly, "Well, he really is."
This time it was Zhang Zhong's turn to be surprised. Xu Yuhan didn't look like she was teasing him. Could it be that this unattractive old man was really Yangmei's teacher?
"He is the Dean He Ruchu I just mentioned..." Xu Yuhan stared at the old man's back and said.
Hu Huifang heard her words, stretched her head over and whispered, "Is this true?"
"Yes, Auntie, he is the dean of our school's Chinese Painting School, but I don't know why he appears here. I remember that he seems to be from Shanghai."
Of course, Hu Huifang would not worry about why the director of the Central Academy of Fine Arts appeared here. She only knew that the master of traditional Chinese painting was looking at her granddaughter's paintings.
Therefore, she cheered up.
Not just her, but everyone except Zhang Zhong cheered up. Even Pengpeng was infected by her grandparents and clutched Zhang Zhong's coat collar tightly.
"Dad, who is that old man?"
Zhang Zhong himself was very relaxed. The identity of the other party had nothing to do with it, and presumably a master of traditional Chinese painting would not look at the paintings of a four-year-old child with a critical eye.
"He is just an ordinary old man. He probably likes the paintings you drew, Pengpeng."
"Then does he also like Little Red Riding Hood?"
"Of course, who doesn't like Little Red Riding Hood?"
He Ruchu, who likes Little Red Riding Hood [Biquge520 www.biquge520.co], stared at this group of paintings for more than ten minutes before turning around, smiling and nodding to Zhang Zhong and the others.
"Hello, Dean He." Xu Yuhan immediately went to say hello.
Seeing Xu Yuhan, He Ruchu showed a puzzled expression, "Who are you?"
"My name is Xu Yuhan, and I am a graduate of the oil painting department."
He Ruchu suddenly said, "It turns out that he is a classmate of CAFA. What is the relationship between the young author of this series of works and you?"
"She is my student." Xu Yuhan stepped aside, and He Ruchu introduced her, "Her name is Zhang Pengpeng, and she is my student. This is his father Zhang Zhong, and these two are Pengpeng's grandparents."
"Nice to meet you." He Ruchu smiled like a fat land lord, his eyes narrowed into small slits. He looked at Peng Peng and said with admiration, "The children's paintings are still immature in terms of technique, even if they are
The same is true in this art exhibition, but she is very talented in the use of colors, and the story of this group of paintings is also very interesting. I don’t know where the story came from, but it is expressed clearly enough, which is very good for her.
"
Zhang Zhong nodded secretly. As expected, the things he saw professionally were the same. Xu Yuhan praised Pengpeng's sense of color when they first met.
"Pengpeng does have some talent in color." Zhang Zhong did not help Pengpeng to be modest, but nodded in agreement with He Ruchu's statement.
"Well, since you have talent, you have to dig into it. I originally wanted to give you a few pointers, but since there is a classmate from the Central American Oil Painting Department here, I don't need to say more. I guess this classmate may have some experience in the use of color.
A deeper understanding than I have.”
Xu Yuhan said quickly, "Dean He, you are so humble. I remember that in your early days, you specialized in the green mountains and green waters of the college. Your understanding of colors must be much better than me, an undergraduate student."
He Ruchu smiled and shook his head, "There is no need to be modest. Chinese painting has always been at a disadvantage in terms of color. Do I still deny this? Our use of color is not as systematic as oil painting. I also saw this by chance today.
I came to the art exhibition and walked around. I just stopped to take a look at this group of paintings when I saw something special. Just mind your own business and don't worry about me. I'll look around again."
After saying that, He Ruchu nodded to Zhang Zhong and the others, then turned and left.
When Hu Huifang saw He Ruchu leaving like this, she was a little disappointed and said, "Bai is so happy, I thought he also wanted to accept our Peng Peng as his students."
Zhang Zhong couldn't help but smile and said: "Hey, how could such a master just accept a qualified student when he meets one? Besides, he is a professor at CAFA, what kind of genius has he not seen?"
"That being said, I still hold on to a little hope." After saying that, Hu Huifang said to Pengpeng, "Pengpeng, let's not be anxious. When you grow up, you can go to Central America."
Pengpeng didn't understand what grandma was saying at all, so she tilted her head and said, "Grandma, what is Central America?"