Chapter 395

So they found elder martial brother Zhang Leng, who has broken away from the low level among the students of the Academy of fine arts and can be called a representative of young painters.

To put an end to the prestige of the artist of this painting and find a place for their professional students.

Didn't you see the meaningful eyes of the students of the re education college who didn't know how to get into the exhibition and didn't look like simple students?

They are getting hairy. Many students with poor bearing capacity have become poor with tears.

Therefore, when elder martial brother Zhang Leng, at the request of a quiet younger martial sister, came to Gu Zheng's paintings, his competitive heart and compassion for jade burst out.

The one who showed his arms and rolled up his sleeves went up by himself.

"This classmate's paintings, whether he created them or not, but with the artistic conception and composition, I won't lose much to him."

"Moreover, the stability of a good painter's creation is also a crucial standard to measure his level."

"Some people have created a masterpiece all their life, and then they seem to have lost all their spirituality and drowned in the rolling river."

"Therefore, the level of a painter depends on his on-the-spot performance."

"So, younger martial sisters, don't worry. I'll draw a new work for you on the spot. I just got inspiration from younger martial sister and conceived it?"

"The name is called horse drinking map."

I'll go. How did you think of the picture of feeding horses and drinking water from a charming little girl.

How can the painter's brain circuit be so strange.

But since the cold spread out the rice paper, people began to surround him layer by layer.

Many of his supporters are still cheering for him behind him.

"Elder martial brother, come on. Those who really learn are not afraid of on-site inspection."

"That's right. The man in the Institute of education still doesn't dare to show up. Doesn't he think he'll be all right after muddling through today?"

"Yes, it's a fraud at first sight. Otherwise, why don't you even dare to come to the exhibition?"

There are re education institutes among the crowd, but they don't know Gu Zheng well. Now they don't even know the reason and don't dare to tell.

If you really do what these people say, isn't it a slap in the face?

The people in the outer circle said so. Zhang Leng, who has begun to write in the inner circle, is in a very peaceful mood. While carrying his pen, he still doesn't forget to say good words about Gu Zheng to the students around him.

"Students, we should be peaceful, especially our students engaged in traditional Chinese painting. First of all, we should be calm and have no waves."

"In this way, we can have a stable state of mind to engage in artistic creation."

"Especially traditional Chinese painting, which pays great attention to stability. A painting can best reflect the painter's state of mind at this time."

"Now I'm about to show what I'm thinking."

"Please look at this picture of drinking horses, which is taken from the lingering by the rivers in the south of the Yangtze River. It is very consistent with the temperament of the younger martial sister of the traditional Chinese painting department around me."

The crowd unconsciously followed Zhang Leng's explanation and turned their eyes to a beautiful little girl standing next to him.

Single eyelid, small nose, small mouth, really look like a Jiangnan girl.

The little girl was surrounded by people around her. She was a little embarrassed. Her little red face immediately appeared.

Zhang Leng, after outlining the general shape, turned his brush and drew a horse with handsome posture and slender and strong legs under the winding river.

At this time, he was drinking water with his head down. The horse was so meticulous that he could count several eyelashes on his eyes.

Let the people around you look at the painting and find that it is a well bred foal, clean, quiet and valuable.

In such a ethereal picture, concentrate on drinking water, and you won't lose your eyes for the beautiful scenery. This is the world in the eyes of a horse.

It is so simple, but it shows the painter's strong painting skills and the ingenious composition.

When Zhang Leng finished adding the last stroke after the horse tail, even the judges and teachers who stopped to watch couldn't help nodding and praising.

"Professor Yang has taught another good apprentice."

"Yes, I've heard that Professor Yang is a big fan of this rookie. Don't you know? At Professor Yang's personal calligraphy and painting auction a few months ago, as the starting auction right for the first painting with a good start, he gave it to his student."

"Now the calligraphy and painting investment community basically knows that a promising new artist was born."

"No, the boy hasn't graduated yet. A painting can be sold at a price."

That's really good.

As a young painter, regardless of whether you can sell a painting for 500 or 1000, the most important thing is not the value of the painting, but having a fixed buyer's market.

Don't worry. After the painting is created, it will be smashed at home and no one will buy it.

To be able to support themselves first is the first thing that every student majoring in painting should consider when they graduate.

Therefore, Zhang Leng, who can support himself, is more respected by everyone.

When the other party finished his painting and was surrounded by a group of people to comment, Gu Zheng's head teacher also crowded into the crowd and dragged Gu Zheng to the leaders of the exhibition organizers.

"Hoo, the representative students of our college of re education are here. Here, this is the author of the painting of Min zhe resisting Japanese invaders that you want him to paint on site and test the real level."

"My student, Gu Zheng."

"Next, you arrange it yourself. Has my task been completed? Now you won't say that the teachers of our re education college don't cooperate with your work?"

It was also very embarrassing for the teacher of the organizing committee to be sprayed by the head teacher.

This colleague is the official teacher of their Academy of fine arts. Now he is taking the place of the school of education. Does he put his identity on the wrong side?

However, such dedicated teachers are also respected, but they just feel a little silly.

Now that the stupid teacher has done his job, they should also see the real ability of the student who is highly expected by the whole college.

The teacher here is arranging for a student who is in charge of assisting the organizing committee. As soon as his eyes turn, he sneaks out of the backstage and directly runs to the exhibition platform for painting on the spot in front. He mumbles and transmits the news to the students in charge here.

The classmate didn't miss the opportunity to please his senior brother, so he went directly to Zhang Leng, who was planning to talk about his life and ideals with his junior sister, and reported: "senior brother, the man from the re education college has come."

"Hmm? Didn't you say you didn't dare to appear because you were afraid of revealing your stuffing?"

"No, it's said that I came late because of personal problems. Now I'm walking this way under the leadership of the logistics teacher."

Hearing this, elder martial brother Zhang Leng just smiled. He gently pushed the golden silk rimmed eyes on the bridge of his nose up towards a position on the edge of the stage and said, "leave me a place to see clearly?"

"What's the difficulty? Elder martial brother, let's go now."

Then, under the leadership of the classmate, elder martial brother Zhang Leng made a very elegant invitation to his younger martial sister. Under the other party's shy smile, he led his younger martial sister to the position he chose.

But as soon as he passed, he regretted it.

Because Gu Zheng is now, Gai has been brought to the painting platform by the teacher.

Gu Zheng's appearance can be regarded as reviving the figure of the students of the re education college dormant around here.

"Oh! Gu Zheng is coming!"

"Gu Zheng! Come on, let them see, what is the highest level of our Institute of education!"

"I look after you!"

This kind of people, either calm or smooth, suddenly brought some naive students to compare them with bitter cauliflower in the green vegetable field. With a little cautious trembling, they dared not even say anything to refute.

They are afraid that if they say something against each other now, they will be beaten.

It's okay. We'll bear it. When the highest level of your college is ashamed in front of elder martial brother Zhang Leng's paintings, we'll try our best to ridicule.

At that time, you can be confident and not afraid of being beaten.

Unfortunately, their imagination was very good, but after Gu Zheng stepped on the stage, everyone unconsciously shrank back and shrunk their necks.

This man's aura is too strong. Look at that face, it's like a 20-year-old, but his posture is a bit like, right? It's like coming out of a brave career like the army and the police?

Even three points better than the people they have seen in these occupations.

Otherwise, if he doesn't draw very well later, we'll laugh at him a little.

In the face and small life contrast, these art students first counselled three points.

Because Gu Zheng came on stage, the venue was inexplicably quiet, but when he started painting, senior brothers Zhang Leng, who were behind him, had a hard time.

Gu Zheng has just finished the marathon. Although the sweat fell down all the way, he couldn't stand it and didn't take a bath. It will rot in this hot summer.

At this time, Gu Zheng's hair is also wisped, and he is still wearing the kind of sports underpants and vest given by the Marathon Organizing Committee.

Gu Zheng has long replaced a pair of running shoes with the most comfortable lazy man shoes he wears. The soles are made by hand and produced by neiliansheng. Children and old people are not deceived.

This dress made Zhang Leng and his classmates roughly estimate Gu Zheng's career.

Didn't you move bricks? Or worse? Collect junk or send express or something?

Poor man, too.