Chapter 44

"It's you who have an appointment with me?"

Zhong Wei looked at this beautiful woman who was a little too much.

"Yes, Mr. Zhong. Thank you for liking my paintings."

Xia Wanyuan is neither humble nor arrogant, and he is quite generous to admit it.

Li Nian behind Zhong was shocked when he saw Xia Wanyuan. The person in front of him was the woman on the wechat picture who contacted her every day? Is the master of traditional Chinese painting so respected by his tutor such a beautiful young woman?!

"It's incredible." Zhong is not a person who doubts others' ability because of his age, otherwise he would not have a relationship with Jun Shiling who is still an adult.

But when he looked at the painting Li Nian had brought back, he found that he could not draw it without thirty or forty years' experience.

"I wonder if I can ask Miss Xia to give me a picture today?"

In the end, Mr. Zhong started with deliberation. Although he is not a professional, he has collected collections for many years, and his vision is very good. He can't believe that the old way's brushwork is drawn by such young hands.

"Of course." Xia Wanyuan can understand Zhong's suspicion.

After all, strictly speaking, she had the extra decades of her last life.

Wang Bo soon asked people to prepare a good pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Xia Wanyuan's feet were inconvenient, so Wang Bo asked people to move the table to the lawn.

Xia Wanyuan took up the pen and began to daub it on the paper, as if he just drew two strokes at random, relaxed and leisurely.

Before seeing the content of the painting, just seeing Xia Wanyuan's relaxed mind, Zhong nodded. Painting doesn't have to be serious, just like going to the battlefield.

The more tense the painting is, the less satisfactory the work is. Xia Wanyuan has such a mind when he is young, which has made Zhong look at him with new eyes.

To Zhong's surprise, Xia Wanyuan didn't make a draft. Instead, he dipped the paint directly and began to draw. Zhong curiously took a closer look and was immediately attracted.

Xia Wanyuan painted peach blossom with a brush edge dipped in ink. He integrated ink, color, water and pen into one. He skillfully combined them on paper, focusing on implication and writing according to the situation.

Soon, a peach blossom with dew appeared on the paper.

"This is a long lost method of drawing without bones?"

Zhong Lao exclaimed in surprise.

The so-called boneless painting method is to draw branches and petals directly with color without ink lines. It is a great test of the painter's brushwork and the natural structure of objects and the influence of light and color. Compared with the method of modeling with ink lines, it is closer to the objective reality, more realistic and more suitable for realistic painting.

But this painting method has been lost for a long time. Even if there are successors, they often can't draw the artistic conception. Zhong never thought that he could see it here.

Now he looked at Xia Wanyuan with no doubt in his eyes, "who do you learn from?"

"Without a teacher, I'm just thinking about it." Xia Wanyuan put down his pen.

"What a gift No teacher to teach, but can have such a high artistic attainments, this is what their young people often say, "God's reward."

For the art world, what is lacking most is the talent and aura.

When he thought that the Art Academy of Qing University was recruiting a visiting professor, Mr. Zhong looked at Xia Wanyuan and thought about it. However, the matter had to pass through the school after all. He had to introduce it, so he didn't say anything about it for the time being.

All of a sudden, Zhong began to discuss various professional issues with Xia Wanyuan. The more he talked with her, the more he was impressed by the knowledge of the young woman in front of him.

And the junshiling, which is the focus of the public everywhere, has been completely ignored this time.

Looking at Mr. Zhong and Xia Wanyuan talking happily, junshiling sat on one side and picked up the painting that was almost dry.

The unfolded petals are full of free will, as if they are like painters, exuding a sense of leisure from the inside to the outside.

"Daddy, Mommy."

Xiao Bao, who is still in bed, didn't find Xia Wanyuan after washing. After looking around, he saw the people sitting in the yard.

Xiaobao pours into Xia Wanyuan's arms and looks at the grandfather in front of him curiously with big eyes.

"What's this?"

When Zhong is old and old, he sees the young baby, and a wave of Love rises in his heart.

"Our son."

Before Xia Wanyuan could answer, junshiling, who had been quiet, made a sound.

"Never heard of it." Looking at Xiaobao's small face that looks like junshiling's, Zhong believes that it is the child of junshiling.

"Hello, Grandpa." Xiaobao's voice was full of milk, which made zhonglao happy all of a sudden“ Well, well, Jun, you are so lucky to have such a talented and beautiful wife and such a good son. You should cherish it. "

Zhong Lao teases Xiaobao with a smile, while admonishing junshiling.

"Well."

After a look at Xia Wanyuan and Jun Yin, Jun Shiling whispered.

Zhong is busy with his scientific research task. After chatting for a while, he left happily with Xia Wanyuan's painting.

Xiaobao looks at the pen and paper on the table and is curious, shouting to learn from Xia Wanyuan.

Xia Wanyuan taught Xiaobao to practice calligraphy with one stroke.

"Mommy, do you think I write this word well?"

Xiaobao bowed his head for a long time, and finally wrote a correct character on the paper.

"Are you a little cat?" Xia Wanyuan took the words and saw that Xiaobao didn't know how to make a pile of ink on his face. He looked like a little cat.

"Hey, hey." Xiaobao grinned and wanted to wipe it with his little hand. He thought that there was ink on his hand, which made Xia Wanyuan laugh constantly.

One side of Jun Shiling looks at the flower cat like Jun Yin and smiles to melt the spring sunshine Xia Wanyuan, and sends Lin Jing a message that he doesn't work overtime during the holiday.

Rarely stay in the manor and enjoy a moment of leisure.

In the star making entertainment company, Chen is playing games leisurely.

Since he took over Xia Wanyuan, other artists are deeply afraid that they will have a relationship with Xia Wanyuan, and they are scolded by netizens, so they find opportunities to work under other agents.

These days, the shooting of Wan Yuan's plays is almost finished, and there is no spokesperson to come to her, so Chen Yun worries about when he will be fired, while he is living in the company.

"Are you a pig?"?! I want you to go down the road and clear up the soldiers. What are you doing in the field? "

Chen Yun was angry by his pig teammates and was about to open the wheat to fight with each other for 300 rounds, but a phone call came in.

Chen Yun directly broke it, quickly operated it in his hand, and took down a head. But unexpectedly, he was attacked by the opposite field buried in the grass, and one of them died in front of his house.

Suddenly the screen went black.

"Damn Lanling king!"

Chen Yun cursed. At this time, the number just came in again. Chen Yun looked at the Resurrection time. There were forty seconds left, and then he got through.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Miss Xia Wanyuan's agent?" A polite and sweet voice came from the other side.

"Yes, who are you?" Chen Yun was confused,

"My side is Qianxiu clothing of Shengshi group. I'd like to invite Miss Xia Wanyuan to be the spokesperson of our brand. I wonder if you have time to come to the company to discuss specific matters?"

"Qianxiu dress?" Chen Yun is confused. Is that Qianxiu he knows?

"Yes, our company address is..." As the opposite reported the company address, Chen Yun confirmed that it was the Qianxiu.

Until he hung up the phone, Chen Yun still couldn't believe it. Xia Wanyuan couldn't get a good endorsement before she got the whole network black. Now she's become a street mouse. How can Qianxiu find her endorsement?