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Chapter 533 How Do You Understand Hyperrealism?

Pengpeng still doesn't know what Wu Ziyun's invitation means, Xu Yuhan has already agreed for her, "Pengpeng, thank you, Teacher Wu."

"Thank you, Teacher Wu." Pengpeng said obediently, but she didn't know why she said thank you, isn't it Yangmei?Teacher Xu and her father had already taken her there last time.

And she thinks Yangmei is not good-looking at all, the place is so small, it is not as good-looking as Jiangyang University where her father studied.

If Wu Ziyun could hear Peng Peng's inner voice, he would probably sweat a lot.

Pengpeng was right. If you want to talk about the scenery, there is really nothing to see in Central America. After all, the school occupies such a small area.

A total of less than [-] mu is divided into four campuses. The smallest Houying campus is less than [-] mu. Some schools have playgrounds that are even bigger than this campus.

Of course, the Jingyuan Campus that Pengpeng went to visit is the largest campus, covering an area of ​​more than 200 mu, but even so, Jiangyang University is nearly ten Jingyuan Campus in size.

Wu Ziyun's casual invitation made Zhang Chong think a little bit. When Pengpeng was laying the groundwork, if she could really get in touch with more outstanding art circles, it would definitely be helpful to her.

Regarding learning to paint, Zhang Zhong can't help at ordinary times, it's Xu Yuhan who is worrying about it, but he is not useless as a father, at least he can provide some help in terms of contacts.

Thinking about it this way, Zhang Zhong found it interesting again. The six people in the box, except himself, the other five people, including Peng Peng, were all engaged in art.

While chatting, the food was already on the table, and Zhang Zhong, as the host, greeted the guests for dinner.

After chatting for a while, Zhang Zhong also learned that He Ruchu had indeed brought two students over to sketch, but Zhang Zhong was somewhat surprised by the place where He Ruchu chose the Dongba Grassland.

The Dongba Grassland is not far from the island in the middle of the lake. It is said to be a grassland, but it is actually a large lawn on the shore of the lake. There are no flowers on it, and the greenery is average. The first word is open.

But if we really want to talk about openness, there are many open places all over the country, and Dongba Grassland is definitely not on the list.

And there are basically no one going to play there now. When Zhang Zhong drove by before, he glanced at it and felt very desolate.

But since He Ruchu chose that place, he naturally had his reasons, so Zhang Zhong didn't ask much.

As for Fang Keyin, the purpose of coming here is very simple, and the purpose has been achieved. He just wants to follow He Ruchu to ask Zhang Zhong if Zhang Chong rewrote the poem. White place.

As for Wu Ziyun, he said he wanted to come to see someone, but he didn't specify who he wanted to see, and Zhang Zhong couldn't ask in detail, because it might involve his privacy after all.

Among the people at the table, only Fang Keyin was good at wine. Zhang Zhong originally wanted to have a drink with him, but Fang Keyin refused.

"You don't have wine in your eyes, so it's no fun drinking with you."

What Fang Keyin said was very straightforward, but what he said was so mysterious that people didn't understand it.

After a meal, He Ruchu and the others went back to the hotel, and Zhang Zhong also took Xu Yuhan and Pengpeng home.

On the way, Xu Yuhan said, "Why don't we go to Central America sometime?"

Zhang Zhong smiled and said, "Why, do you miss your alma mater?"

"What, I want to take Pengpeng there. Didn't Dean Wu just say that he can take us for a walk?"

"People may just say that if you really want to go to Central America to play, I think it's better to find Mr. He, after all, we two know each other better." Zhang Zhong said.

"How can it be the same? Although they are all school teachers, Mr. He is from the Academy of Chinese Painting after all, and he certainly doesn't have much communication with the Academy of Oil Painting. You don't know, Chinese painting and oil painting in our school are not so harmonious with each other. Don't say yes The two academies, that is, the several studios in our oil painting academy have their own conflicts. Moreover, Dean Wu is so powerful, if there is a chance to get close to him, it will be of immeasurable benefit to Pengpeng."

"This Dean Wu looks quite young, but he has already become the vice dean. He is indeed very powerful."

"He's almost fifty, but he's really young in terms of his achievements. Some people say that if he gets older, his level will drop."

Zhang Chong said strangely, "This is impossible, how could it be possible that the older you are, the lower your level will be."

"Because he is a hyper-realist, his paintings have high requirements on techniques, which really test the author's eyesight, energy, and physical strength."

Zhang Zhong still felt that this statement was a bit wrong, "That can't be said. As long as the living habits are maintained well, I think veteran artists will not shake their hands even if they are older. Most of the time, experience can replace other things."

"I hope so, he is now the most expensive painter in China."

"Really?" Zhang Zhong was a little surprised, "Taller than He Ruchu and the others?"

"Well, it may be that the oil painting itself has advantages, so the transaction price of Dean Wu's paintings is higher than that of Mr. He and the others—a lot."

How tall is it?

Zhang Zhong remembered that He Ruchu's most expensive painting "Lonely Pine Standing High" sold more than 4000 million yuan. Xu Yuhan said that Wu Ziyun's painting was sold at a much higher price than He Ruchu's painting, which should be a very remarkable figure.

He said with emotion, "Tsk tsk, the earning speed of the artists at the top of the pyramid is really enviable."

"Why are you jealous? It may take someone longer to paint a painting than you to write a book, and they don't make as much money as you. Besides, these people, every time they paint an extra painting, no matter how good it is , will reduce the value of a single work, but you are different, the more books you have, the more money you make."

Zhang Zhong smiled and said, "I'm jealous of others."

Indeed, he has nothing to be jealous of. Although He Ruchu and their paintings can sell for tens of millions, he can also earn hundreds of millions for a book.

Xu Yuhan found out the painting that Wu Ziyun had sold for a high price before, and showed it to Pengpeng, "You see, this is the painting of Uncle Wu just now, isn't it good?"

Pengpeng looked at the phone, scratched his head and said, "Wow, is this a painting? I thought it was a photo!"

"Is it great?"

"Excellent, but Mr. Xu, why don't you just use the camera to take pictures instead of painting? I think the pictures are pretty good."

Zhang Chong took over the topic and said, "Because the camera can only take pictures of what is already there, but the painting is different. It can express to you the things in the painter's mind in the most realistic way. For example, the sister in the painting, You think it looks like a picture of her, but in fact there is no such person in the world, she may just be a person that Uncle Wu once dreamed about."

Xu Yuhan raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I didn't expect you to understand surrealism so well."

(End of this chapter)