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- "Sister, I'm praising you, why are you still touching me?" Wang Baoyu complained, rubbing her painful arm.
"Is there anyone who praises others like you? And in front of seniors." Li Keren said angrily.
"Haha, what's wrong with seniors? It's like I'm old and out of shape. Hello, Xiao Li!" Yang Hongjun sat in the passenger seat, turned around and waved gently to Li Keren, smiling. Say hello.
"This is senior Yang Hongjun, a great calligrapher with a broad mind." Wang Baoyu introduced Yang Hongjun again.
"Xiao Wang, don't fool around with your glib talk." Yang Hongjun smiled and reached out to knock Wang Baoyu on the forehead.
"Haha! That's great." The landlady gloated, covering her mouth and laughing uncontrollably.
What are you laughing at? Wang Baoyu muttered, and just when he turned around to complain, he saw Li Keren pouting his buttocks and putting his face between the two of them. Wang Baoyu was so frightened that he quickly stepped back and almost kissed her.
Wang Baoyu coughed awkwardly and asked, "Uncle Yang, where are we going?"
Before he finished speaking, Wang Baoyu was hit hard on the head by the landlady with a scroll and said: "Didn't I tell you this morning, the Municipal Party School!"
Wang Baoyu rubbed his head and said, "That's just your guess!"
The landlady said proudly: "Of course Mr. Yang, with such a big hand, will not go to a small place. Teacher Yang, am I right?" Yang Hongjun smiled and nodded. Wang Baoyu also smiled bitterly. I really don't know. How to describe this landlady? Sometimes she is very smart, sometimes she is very slow. Maybe she is too smart and becomes a little slow.
The landlady held the front seat tightly, turned her head and said to Yang Hongjun from the bottom of her heart: "Teacher Yang, I saw your calligraphy. To be honest, if you say you are second in the country, then no one dares to say you are first." ¡±
"Xiao Li won the prize. Don't be like Xiao Wang, who always puts high hats on others, haha. My level is very average, and I am not from a major. I am just bored and writing casually." Yang Hongjun waved his hand, looking very serious. modesty.
Wang Baoyu got in the car and the three of them went straight to Pingchuan City. They talked and laughed along the way, especially the two artists who had a great conversation. They talked about Li Si's small seal script of the Qin Dynasty, talked about the literary talents of the eight great masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties, and made another comment. Master Hongyi in modern times, Wang Baoyu didn't understand these things and couldn't get in the conversation at all. For the first time, he felt ashamed of his lack of talent and knowledge.
"Xiao Li, what area do you focus on?" Yang Hongjun had a good impression of the landlady Li Keren and asked with a smile.
"Paint birds!" Wang Baoyu opened his mouth and came. The landlady punched him again angrily and said: "I mainly paint freehand landscapes, flowers and birds, and occasionally do some fine brushwork. Teacher Yang, take a look at my paintings!" "The landlady said, took out her work from the paper tube, unfolded it and showed it to Yang Hongjun.
Wang Baoyu said dissatisfiedly: "Sister, you have plenty of time. The space in the car is so small, so don't mess around!"
Li Keren did not stop, stretched out his arms to unfold the painting, came close to Yang Hongjun, and asked with a smile: "Teacher Yang, take a look, what do you think?" Wang Baoyu had to turn sideways to make more room for her. He couldn't let old Yang Hongjun get out of the car and sit in the back.
"I don't know much about painting, but your signature calligraphy is quite good and you have quite a foundation. You must have practiced calligraphy since you were a child!" Yang Hongjun commented with interest.
"Oh, Teacher Yang, you are so discerning. I started learning to write calligraphy when I was three years old. I wrote Spring Festival couplets for my neighbors when I was six years old. Since I started school at the age of seven, all the blackboards in the school have been written by me. !" Li Keren proudly talked about his glorious experiences as a child.
Wang Baoyu coughed and signaled Li Keren not to brag in front of a real person like Yang Hongjun, but Li Keren couldn't stop talking so enthusiastically. Just listen to her continue: "I started learning painting when I was five years old, and started sketching with my mother when I was six years old"
"When I was seven years old, I drew on the mattress sheets every day." Wang Baoyu interjected with a smile.
Li Keren frowned and asked in confusion: "Child, what I painted is Chinese painting, why do I have to paint it on the mattress sheet?"
"Before I was three years old, I also painted on the mattress sheets. When I got up in the morning, a large piece of Impressionist painting was wet." Wang Baoyu said with a bad smile.
Li Keren finally understood that what Wang Baoyu said was bed-wetting, and he couldn't help but said angrily: "Child, it turns out that you are trying to kill me, and now you are still wetting the bed!"
"How did you know?" Wang Baoyu turned around and asked curiously.
Li Keren's face turned red and he stopped continuing the topic. He turned to Yang Hongjun and asked politely: "Teacher Yang, please give me some guidance."
"This is writing! It doesn't matter. Firstly, you need to be calm, and secondly, the momentum must be consistent so that the whole text is seamless. Your calligraphy is obviously based on Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Preface", but that is because Wang Xizhi drank too much When you write, you can't just imitate it, because he will never be able to write a second picture, let alone someone else." Yang Hongjun talked eloquently.
"Teacher Yang, I understand, you mean that I want to write down my own characteristics." The landlady understood what Yang Hongjun meant and said excitedly.
"Yes! As for the paintings, when we get there, there are a few of my old comrades who still paint like that. Let them give them a review!" Yang Hongjun nodded and said.
"It would be much better if there wasn't this rotten bird in eldest sister's painting." Wang Baoyu said with a smile.
"You are not allowed to say that about Dian Hong. He is my good friend." Li Keren hit Wang Baoyu again, looking like a child.
Wang Baoyu shouted: "Sister, your hands are very strong. It hurts me very much when you hit me! You are guarding Uncle Yang, can you restrain yourself?"
Li Keren said nonchalantly: "Teacher Yang is not a worldly person. When I first saw Teacher Yang, I felt very friendly. Teacher Yang, can I also call you uncle?"
"OK."
"Uncle Yang, do you have a daughter?"
"no."
"Then are you proud to have a daughter like me?"
"of course."
"Haha, my parents think so too! Uncle Yang, since you have taken the path of art, have you ever thought about becoming famous and starting a family in the future?"
"Haha, that's out of the question."
"I didn't think about it, I just let it take its course. In fact, when people become famous, they are no longer so pure."
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Li Keren kept chattering along the way, which made Wang Baoyu feel pain in his ears and complained from time to time. Yang Hongjun laughed. In his eyes, these two were still children, but they were both very straightforward and cute. Halfway through the car, Li Keren complained that he was hungry. Wang Baoyu looked at his watch and saw that it was already noon. The three of them went to a small restaurant on the roadside, but Li Keren refused, saying that the food in the small restaurant was not good. It was clean and tasted bad, so Wang Baoyu had to choose a bigger one nearby to finish the job. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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