Chapter 84

After receiving Xiaobao's accusation, junshiling takes a look at Xia Wanyuan with an innocent face and snorts.

"When do you have no worm teeth to eat cake?"

"Well, bad dad." Xiaobao grumbled unconvinced.

Junshi mausoleum took xiaotuanzi up and said, "go to sleep." Xiao Bao struggled with his short legs for a while, but it was useless, so he fell on Jun Shiling's shoulder.

Just the yearning eyes, always staring at the strawberry cake on the table, looking at the pathetic.

Seeing junshiling and Xiaobao on the second floor, Xia Wanyuan felt guilty and took the remaining half cake from the table. Well, it's delicious.

After eating, Xia Wanyuan went back to the bedroom.

On this night, the nose of junshiling is always haunted by a faint strawberry flavor, which makes people excited.

At the weekend, Mr. Zhong didn't have to go to class, so he agreed to meet Xia Wanyuan at home.

Xia Wanyuan went earlier. She was still an hour away from the time she had agreed with Zhong. She was wandering in the campus of Qingda.

Walking slowly along the sunny ginkgo Avenue, Xia Wanyuan looks around and is suddenly attracted by the words written on the blackboard by a teacher in a window.

Xia Wanyuan couldn't help but walk into the teaching building. The teacher in the classroom should be preparing for the lesson, giving a lecture in the empty classroom, and writing a few words on the blackboard from time to time.

Xia Wanyuan stood quietly at the back door, listening to the teacher talking about literary history.

Professor Zhang has an open class for the whole country. Now he is seriously preparing for the class. When he reaches the middle of the class, he suddenly finds a man with a mask standing at the back door of the classroom.

"Classmate, what can I do for you?" Professor Zhang stopped his lecture and asked suspiciously.

"I'm passing by. I see what you said. I want to learn from you." Xia Wanyuan replied modestly.

"Come in and listen." Anyway, this open class is going to be for everyone. Professor Zhang waved to Xia Wanyuan. Xia Wanyuan didn't refuse and went into the classroom to find a seat.

With the students sitting down, Professor Zhang spoke with more passion.

Moreover, this student, somewhat unexpected to Professor Zhang, put forward many constructive suggestions after listening to his class. According to this student's question, Professor Zhang improved and revised his courseware draft.

"Which hospital are you from?" Professor Zhang did not expect that other college students have such high attainments in literature and art.

"I'm not a student. I'm just passing by."

Professor Zhang was about to continue to ask Xia Wanyuan a question when the teacher's door was suddenly pushed open. "Professor Zhang, the leader of the school asked you to go there immediately."

Professor Zhang put down his speech and hurried to the school office. When he came back, the classroom was empty.

In his home, Mr. Zhong has something to do but hasn't come back yet. Mrs. Zhong is waiting for Xia Wanyuan at home.

Mrs. Zhong is a very gentle woman. Xia Wanyuan has a good talk with her. It was because of Zhong's explanation that she received Xia Wanyuan at home.

After drinking tea with Xia Wanyuan for a while, he fell in love with the clever little girl in front of him.

"Lao Zhong, let me tell you, I was just in the classroom. There was a young man who was really talented. Unfortunately, the leader suddenly came to me, and I forgot to ask the young man's name."

"Don't worry about your talented young man. I'll introduce a young man to you later. That's the real talent."

After finishing his work, Zhong saw that the time agreed with Xia Wanyuan had passed, so he hurried home. Unexpectedly, he met Professor Zhang on the way and came back with him.

"It seems that the old clock is back. Let's go out and have a look." Mrs. Zhong is chatting with Xia Wanyuan happily, outside came Zhong Lao's hearty laughter.

"Brother and sister, I'm here again." Seeing Mrs. Zhong, Professor Zhang said hello.

"Huining, is Xia Xiaoyou here?" Zhong Lao looked around and didn't see Xia Wanyuan.

"Mr. Zhong." A slender figure came out from behind the door. Xia Wanyuan, Xiao xiaotingting, appeared in front of the crowd like a lotus.

Professor Zhang's first feeling was that he was surprised by the little girl's appearance. When he came to see what she was wearing, he took another look at her beautiful eyes,

"Are you the student in the classroom just now?" Professor Zhang exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, hello." Xia Wanyuan was also a little surprised at the moment. Unexpectedly, he met the professor who had just given a lecture here.

"Lao Zhang, the talented young man you just told me is Xiao Xia?" Hearing the words of Professor Zhang and Xia Wanyuan, Mr. Zhong said with a smile, "it's a coincidence that the young man I want to introduce to you is also Xiao Xia."

"Come on, let's introduce him," Mr. Zhong pointed to Professor Zhang. "This is Professor Zhang, the core professor in the Department of literature and art of Qing University."

"Lao Zhang, this Xiao Xia is the talented young man I want to introduce to you," said Zhong. "She is the one who painted the boneless painting."

Professor Zhang has never seen any big waves in his life, but this time he was really shocked.

In his opinion, that boneless painting has no foundation of thirty or forty years, and it is impossible to draw to that point. How big does Xia Wanyuan look? How to draw a work of that degree?

But Mr. Zhong never tells lies. Just in the classroom, Professor Zhang also felt the young woman's chest in front of her.

"It's the back wave of the Yangtze River pushing the front wave! I didn't expect that the man who drew that painting was so young. "

Professor Zhang's appreciation of Xia Wanyuan is overflowing.

"In the last Chinese painting competition, your work won the championship," Professor Zhang hesitated and looked at Xia Wanyuan with some regret. "Your level is enough, but your qualification is still shallow. Otherwise, I can directly let you go to the visiting professor of Art Department of Qingda."

Mr. Zhong appreciated Xia Wanyuan and thought for a moment, "Lao Zhang, you might as well let Xiao Xia send some paintings anonymously. When she becomes famous, how about recruiting her to Qingda?"

Professor Zhang thought about it for a while, and thought that Zhong's proposal was feasible. "Just in a few days, I'm going to the calligraphy and Painting Association. You can draw one and let me take it with you."

Zhong's family has a complete set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Qin, Qi, calligraphy and painting were common to the eldest princess in her previous life, so there was no need to prepare. Xia Wanyuan dipped his pen in ink and began to sprinkle it on the paper, even without drawing lines.

It can be seen that what Xia Wanyuan wanted to paint was ink bamboo,

When drawing bamboo, the first step is to erect a pole. The layout of the picture is basically determined by the coming out of one pole. Xia Wanyuan uses a pen to straighten it, and the pole goes straight up without any dull pause.

Looking at the strength and posture of Xia Wanyuan's writing, Professor Zhang has already nodded. From this small bamboo pole, he has seen Xia Wanyuan's profound calligraphy and painting attainments.

When Xia Wanyuan finished his painting, Professor Zhang looked at the painting on the table, his face full of excitement and excitement.