Originally, Zhang Zhong was planning to take Pengpeng to watch there for a while, but there was an incident in the middle that attracted too much attention from others. In order to prevent anything from happening again, he led his family away.
On the way out, Song Xiang teased him with a smile, "You are so upright and upright, you don't even accept any money."
Zhang Zhong took out the coins He Ruchu gave him just now and said with a smile, "Isn't this money?"
Hu Huifang saw the dollar and said, "You have to keep this dollar carefully, as it has different meanings. Pengpeng is learning to paint, and maybe he can beg someone to help him in the future."
Indeed, although his mother said it more explicitly, this is the reality. Although Zhang Zhong did not think about it, he still had the idea of becoming acquainted with He Ruchu.
"Grandma, I don't want to learn that kind of painting. I want to learn the kind of painting painted by Teacher Xu." Pengpeng said suddenly.
Hu Huifang [Xinbiquge www.xxbiquge.xyz] laughed angrily at her, "Do you know how many people are begging to learn painting from others? It's a good thing you are not willing yet."
"I just don't want to learn that kind of painting." Pengpeng said with a pout.
"This girl doesn't know what's good or bad." Hu Huifang sighed helplessly.
Zhang Zhong doesn't care, Pengpeng can learn whatever he likes. Besides, people will always change.
She is still young, and it is unrealistic to expect her to understand the essence of Chinese painting. At her age, oil paintings with more vivid colors will definitely attract her more.
When she grows older, she might like Chinese painting again, which is uncertain. Regarding this, Zhang Zhong has always had a let-it-take-it mentality.
After wandering around the mall for a while, it was almost time for dinner, so the group rushed to Restaurant No. 9.
…
He Ruchu hurriedly said goodbye to Zhang Zhong and the others because he now had a lot of insights that he urgently needed to express on paper.
In a temporarily opened workshop in the shopping mall, there were many pictures of roosters scattered on the floor, all of which he had just painted.
Being thrown on the ground does not mean that these paintings are not good, but it is just like that when He Ruchu started painting. He would always paint many paintings, then pick out the one he likes the most, and put all the others aside.
, no longer take it out to read.
Including the manuscripts he piled up at home, they have been gathering dust ever since they were created.
He Ruchu sometimes wanted to burn all these manuscripts, but after much thought, he still couldn't bear it. After all, these manuscripts represented his past.
Life is too short, and he feels that he has become old not long after he started painting. In this short life, the past is particularly memorable.
He sometimes thought that if people could live forever, then a certain period of the past would not seem so important.
I don't know how long he painted, but He Ruchu finally stopped the pen in his hand.
He did not rush to look at the paintings he had just painted, but slowly poured himself a glass of water, then sat on a chair and was in a daze.
This is also his habit. He always stays in a daze for a while after creating, trying to empty himself as much as possible.
After a while, he took out his mobile phone and wanted to check the time, but found several missed calls.
He is his good friend and also the Taishan Beidou in the Chinese painting circle, Fang Keyin.
The name sounds like a lady, but Fang Keyin himself is a thick-set northern man.
He has a thick beard all year round and drinks several taels of liquor almost every day. If you talk to him in person, you must always be prepared to be smelled of alcohol.
He Ruchu was best at painting roosters, while Fang Keyin was an expert in landscape painting.
After several calls in a row, I didn’t know what happened to this guy, so He Ruchu called me back.
When the call was connected, He Ruchu smiled and said, "Brother Fang, have you called me several times in a row? Is there something important?"
After making several calls but not answering them, Fang Keyin wasn't annoyed at all. After all, in their line of work, it was common for them to sit on their desks for hours.
"We can't talk about anything important. I just want to ask how you met Zhang Zhong?" Fang Keyin's hearty voice sounded.
He Ruchu raised his eyebrows, "How did you know?"
"I know it from the news. I saw your painting on the Internet. It was quite lively. After all, you two are not in the same circle. The sudden cooperation is really attracting attention."
Looking at the news... He Ruchu probably knew what was going on. During the exhibition, there were many tourists. Someone must have noticed it and took photos.
"Well, it does happen. I happened to meet Zhang Zhong today. The thing is like this..."
He Ruchu gave an overview of what happened at today's art exhibition.
After listening to it, Fang Keyin said with emotion, "This is really fate."
"Yeah, I didn't think about it either. Apart from anything else, I met him before in Jiangyang and meeting him again this time is a kind of fate in itself." He Ruchu also felt a little emotional.
Fang Keyin said with a smile, "Your one yuan of writing fee can be considered a good story."
"Zhang Zhong, Huai Jin Hold Yu, is very graceful. To be honest, I had feelings for him when I didn't know he was Zhang Zhong. Now that I think about it, I feel a little ashamed. He is a world-renowned writer.
Why do I need to cherish it?" He Ruchu shook his head and smiled.
"Brother Ruchu, everyone on the Internet is curious about your cooperation. Why don't you, the person involved, come out and explain it to everyone?"
He Ruchu thought for a while, nodded and said, "I must say it, it can be regarded as a thank you to Zhang Zhong."
After hanging up the phone from Fang Keyin, He Ruchu collected all the manuscripts on the floor and returned home with them.
After returning home, he wrote a narrative article and recounted what happened to Zhang Zhong today.
After he finished writing, he typed the words on the paper onto the computer one by one.
Although He Ruchu was a painter, his ability to tell stories was not inferior to those of novelists at all.
What was originally just some wonderful fate was turned into something magical by his writing.
“When I heard the phrase ‘When a rooster sings and the world becomes white’, I seemed to see the rooster I painted raising its head, and a long cry sounded in my ears...”
In the article, he told all about how he met Zhang Zhong and how Zhang Zhong only received one yuan as a writing fee.
Netizens were still speculating at first, but when they saw this article, they became even more excited.
[Why do I feel like I’m watching a movie? Is this really happening in reality? 】
[Fate, fate, even if there is fate, you still have to be talented. Otherwise, how could such a spark happen? 】
[I want to ask now, will Mr. He’s painting be sold? 】
[I won’t ask because I know I can’t afford it. I would like to ask Zhang Zhongda if he can show me the dollar.]
[Here comes the question, does this count as an illustration above Zhang Zhong’s calligraphy, or does it count as an inscription and postscript by Zhang Zhong on Mr. He’s painting?]
[Ahem, it’s true that this poem is a bit overwhelming.]
[I’ll give you one million. If it’s not enough, I can continue to add more. If it’s enough, just pretend I didn’t say it...]