The proficiency life of rebirth

Chapter 154 Only fifteen years old, 15 years of charity experience (seeking subscription!)
"Sister Tang, where's Dongjun?"

After one o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, Lin Youwei came to the entrance of the Xingfu Restaurant with a painting cover on his back, and asked Tang Wenxiu.

"In the back kitchen, I'll call for you."

Tang Wenxiu greeted Lin Youwei, and wanted to call him in to sit, but was embarrassed to find that there were no empty seats in the shop, and after telling him to wait for a while, she walked into the back kitchen.

Now that it's past the meal time, Lin Youwei looked at all the seats in the Xingfu Restaurant, and couldn't help sighing: "Dongjun's business is really good."

He walked into the store, and immediately smelled several tempting aromas of food.

"It smells so good!"

Standing at the same spot, Lin Youwei looked around the store, and suddenly saw the customers feasting on the dining table like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves. The glutton in his stomach was hooked out instantly, and he couldn't help swallowing.

During the few seconds he was waiting for Xu Dongjun, another customer came to the door. Unfortunately, there was no vacant seat in the store, so that person had to change to another restaurant for dinner.

Xu Dongjun handed the spatula to Xu Wei and walked out of the kitchen. He took off the pink apron hanging on his body and hung it on the wall. He greeted Lin Youwei: "Uncle Lin, you are here."

"Well! Are you still busy now? If you are, I can wait until you are no longer busy before setting off." Lin Youwei said, scanning the customers in the store.

"fine."

Xu Dongjun turned around and said to Tang Wenxiu who came out of the back kitchen: "Mom, Uncle Lin and I are leaving."

"Go!" Tang Wenxiu, who knew he would go out today, didn't say much.

"Sister Tang, let's go then. Say hello to Brother Xu for me."

After bidding farewell to Xu Qianqian who was playing on the small bench at the door, Lin Youwei took Xu Dongjun back to the car.

In the car, he asked Xu Dongjun: "Your dad's cooking skills are probably at the level of a master?"

"what?"

Xu Dongjun was slightly taken aback, not understanding why he asked such a question.

But thinking about it, he must have misunderstood that the meals eaten by the customers in the store were cooked by Xu Wei.

He smiled and said, "I don't know if his culinary skills have reached the level of a master, but it shouldn't be bad!"

"Not only is it not bad? My mouth is watering just by smelling it in the store. I must try it some other day."

Lin Youwei started the car and drove forward.

"Uncle Lin is here, and the plants are full of glory. You must call me when the time comes, and promise to give Uncle Lin a surprise." Xu Dongjun smiled meaningfully.

"Okay!"

Lin Youwei agreed without much thought, drove the car, and chatted along the way.

On the way, Xu Dongjun finally knew the identity of his master.

The master's surname is Xie, and his name is Jianguo. He is the dean of the Academy of Fine Arts of a certain art university, and concurrently serves as the vice chairman of the Provincial Painting Association. There are also his works above.

……

Today's weather is good and the sun is shining brightly, but Xie Jianguo's mood is not very beautiful.

"Old Xie, I haven't seen you for a few days. Your chess skills have regressed. There is no challenge at all."

In the living room of Xie's house, a thin old man sat in front of Xie Jianguo, commanding the chess pieces in his hand, galloping around the sun, and successfully generaled, turning all Xie Jianguo's chess pieces into dead chess pieces, with no way out.

"Didn't you just win a game of chess? It's not like I haven't won before. Winning chess is just a small win. Winning a crucial game in life is a big win."

Looking at the thin old man's flamboyant appearance, Xie Jianguo said not to be outdone, "No matter how good your chess skills are, Xiaoxue chose me as an artistic youth back then."

"Hehe, those are old rotten grains. Do you think I still care? I heard that your grandson did not apply for your Academy of Fine Arts, but studied controlled nuclear fusion at the university. Is this your family's plan?" The rhythm of a scientist? But then, besides you, no one in your family is engaged in art?" The skinny old man said with a strange smile.

"It sounds like someone in your family is engaged in art? Your family has a little more money, and you haven't heard of any artists? Besides, with your genes, art, witchcraft is about the same?" Xie Jianguo Said bluntly.

"Who said my family can't have artists? Show you a picture of me."

The thin old man grinned, took out his mobile phone, called up the photos, and smiled at Xie Jianguo with the screen of the mobile phone: "Look, what do you think of the quality of these paintings?"

"This is?"

Xie Jianguo took the mobile phone and looked at the picture in the photo: "The lines are smooth, the light and shade are clear, and the layout is clear, not bad. Among the students of the Academy of Fine Arts, it can be regarded as above-average level. But, what do you show me with these photos? mean?"

The skinny old man took back his mobile phone and said with a smile: "Do you still remember the girl from my eldest son's family? This is what she created. Her deceased grandma liked her very much. Do you know how long she has been studying painting? You may not believe it, She has only studied painting for a semester, and she already has this level. Tsk tsk, there is no way, my granddaughter has inherited my good genes, so it's hard not to be good."

"..."

Xie Jianguo finally knew why the girl in front of him came to him to reminisce about old times and play chess?It turned out to be waiting for him here.

At that time, he won his current wife by virtue of his painting.

The hateful thing is that none of my sons, daughters, grandsons, and granddaughters are interested in art.Otherwise, it wouldn't be the skinny old man's turn to be arrogant in front of him now.

At this moment, the lightly closed door of the living room was pushed open, and an amiable little old woman walked in.

Whoosh!
The skinny old man stood up from his seat in an instant and said hello: "Xiaoxue, Lao Xie's chess skills are too bad. It's boring to play chess with him. Why don't you come over and drink tea with us?"

"Ahem, pay attention, I'm still here."

Xie Jianguo's muddy but sharp eyes wanted to spit out fire and burn this girl to death.

"Hehe, don't worry, who am I? Old Xie, don't you still know? Even if you are worried about me, don't you still worry about Xiaoxue?"

The thin old man smiled, and sat back on the bench, but his eyes kept scanning Xiaoxue's face.

The little old woman named Xiaoxue pursed her lips and smiled: "Old Lei is still so enthusiastic. Lao Xie, someone came to you and said that it was your former student named Lin Youwei."

"Lin Youwei? Why are you looking for me?"

Xie Jianguo frowned.

He still remembered this Lin Youwei, because Lin Youwei's talent was so bad, after studying painting for a semester, he persuaded Lin Youwei to transfer to the Department of Literature.

But why did Lin Youwei come to find him?
Could it be that you want to help?
He was very annoyed by this kind of thing.

After hesitating for a while, Xie Jianguo loosened his brows and said, "Let him in!"

"Row!"

The little old woman walked out of the living room, and when she came back again, Lin Youwei and Xu Dongjun had already followed behind her.

After bringing the two of them into the living room, she left.

……

"Teacher, long time no see!"

Seeing his former teacher, Lin Youwei showed his true feelings, became emotional, and his eyes sparkled.

He handed over the gift in both hands, and said with a smile, "I know you like tea, so I have prepared some good tea for you."

Sensing Lin Youwei's emotional fluctuations, Xie Jianguo sighed softly in his heart.

But he didn't stand up from the seat, so naturally he didn't take the tea in Lin Youwei's hand, pointed to the seat next to him and said, "Sit down, sit down and talk about something."

"Yes!"

Lin Youwei nodded, but did not sit down immediately, but asked the skinny old man in front of the conference table: "Teacher, who is this?"

The skinny old man put down the teacup in his hand and was about to introduce himself.Xie Jianguo took the first step, and said in a bad manner: "Irrelevant people, just ignore him."

The skinny old man was taken aback for a moment, and then he laughed straight away. He could see that Lao Xie was jealous of his family's artistic talent.The more unhappy Lao Xie was, the happier he was.

Lin Youwei smiled awkwardly, put down the tea in his hand, sat on the stool, and greeted the people beside him: "Teacher, this is my apprentice, Xu Dongjun. Dongjun, you are your master."

Standing beside Lin Youwei, Xu Dongjun didn't take a seat while carrying a painting cover, bowed politely and called, "Master is good."

Xie Jianguo waved his hands again and again: "Don't call it that, don't call it that."

He knew Lin Youwei's level at all times.

Lin Youwei's art is not popular at all.Let me ask, what kind of apprentices can be taught with such a level?Let people hear one of them calling him teacher and the other calling him master. In the end, wouldn't it be embarrassing for him?

Xie Jianguo asked bluntly: "Youwei, tell me, you came to see me, do you need my help?"

Lin Youwei said: "It is true that I encountered a little problem, so I came to bother the teacher. I hope the teacher will teach me. My apprentice, he participated in the audition for this year's National Youth Exhibition, but he was returned because he was suspected of ghostwriting the work."

The skinny old man next to him couldn't help pricking up his ears when he heard the National Youth Exhibition, because his eldest granddaughter seemed to have also participated in the exhibition, and he didn't know if his works had been selected.If I remember correctly, the exhibition will be open after the Chinese New Year, and the exhibition lasts for more than half a year. Excellent works will be exhibited in Kyoto and the ranking will be judged.

Xie Jianguo frowned.He must know more about the National Youth Exhibition than the skinny old man next to him. After all, many teachers in their school have gone to review, and he still knows Zhou Hongwei, the person in charge of the area this time.

Although he doesn't know why Xu Dongjun's works were returned in advance, but he also knows that many works will be returned as suspected ghostwriters.

As for the remaining works, are there any suspicions of ghostwriting?Then he doesn't know. After all, art ghostwriting is a well-known unspoken rule in the circle.

Seeing that Xie Jianguo didn't speak, Lin Youwei knew that he might have misunderstood, and continued: "Theoretically, under normal procedures, the contributors would be notified that they have mentioned documents or videos to prove their innocence, but we have not received any relevant information at all. Notice, and I'm sure that Dongjun's works must not be ghostwritten."

Xie Jianguo said, "Could it be that the exhibition review team used the wrong reason?"

What he wanted to say was that the review team originally wanted to reject the manuscript with the term 'the level of the work is not up to standard', but in the end it was mistakenly used as 'suspected ghostwriting'.

Lin Youwei heard the implication, and his face changed: "Teacher, I'm sure that Dong Jun is the most artistically talented person I've ever met, and his works will definitely not disappoint."

Xie Jianguo didn't believe a word of this.

He doesn't know Xu Dongjun's level, but doesn't he know about your master Lin Youwei's level?
"Yo!"

The skinny old man next to him was not happy when he heard this.

What is the most talented person?

Doesn't this mean that he didn't take his good granddaughter seriously?

The skinny old man pointed to the cover on the back of Xu Dongjun and said: "If I'm not wrong, behind him is the work he contributed, right? Why don't you take it out and have a look, I really want to see the works of the most artistically talented people What's it like?"

Xu Dongjun was silent, and looked at Lin Youwei.

Lin Youwei nodded, and said to the thin old man and Xie Jianguo: "This old gentleman, and the teacher, you will know after reading Dong Jun's works that what I said is true."

Xu Dongjun took off the painting case on his back, took out the work "Father" inside, and placed it on the chessboard.

"Ok?"

The thin old man glanced over, raised his eyebrows immediately, and raised his head to stare at Xu Dongjun: "Young man, this is your work? Are you sure you are participating in an art exhibition, not a photography exhibition?"

Before Xu Dongjun could speak, Xie Jianguo exploded: "You art blind, don't talk if you don't understand! This is indeed drawn."

Xie Jianguo, who was calm a moment ago, was so excited that he wanted to put his eyes on the painting.

The skinny old man could tell from Xie Jianguo's performance that he seemed to have made a mistake. He looked at the painting in front of him again and exclaimed, "Isn't this painting too similar to a photograph?"

"Good good!"

Xie Jianguo said three good words in succession before withdrawing his mind from the painting and raising his head, but...

"Are you sure you painted this painting yourself? How old are you? How long have you been learning to paint?"

Xu Dongjun said with a smile: "This painting is indeed drawn by me. I am seventeen this year. Strictly speaking, I started to seriously study painting this year, and it only took half a year!"

"impossible!"

Hearing Xu Dongjun's answer, Xie Jianguo's expression changed and he said angrily: "It is impossible to paint such a delicate and surreal painting without several years of study.

But you said that you have this level of painting after studying painting for half a year.

Just such a painting, some people may spend more than half a year or several years to create it, but you only learned painting this year.

Do you think I'm a fool?

I thought that after I met a kid who was only 15 years old and had done charity for 15 years, I would never encounter such outrageous things again, but I did not expect to meet him again now. "

Xie Jianguo was already angry at the skinny old man, but now that he saw something like this, the skinny old man saw the joke, and he was really angry.

Xie Jianguo raised his head and took a breath, turned away from Lin Youwei, pointed at the door and said: "Lin Youwei, take this apprentice of yours and leave! Don't say anything in the future, I am your teacher."

"teacher!"

Lin Youwei turned pale with shock, he did not expect this to happen.

"Don't say anything."

Xie Jianguo waved his hand, not giving Lin Youwei a chance to speak at all.

Xu Dongjun was a very casual person, and he became angry at this moment. He snorted coldly and said: "Uncle Lin, let's leave? You are a teacher who doesn't even believe his own students. It's better not to call him teacher." To avoid misunderstanding, you are also the kind of person who is unkind and unjust."

Lin Youwei sighed, and silently stepped forward to pick up the painting on the chessboard, ready to leave with Xu Dongjun.

The skinny old man has been watching a good show, but unfortunately there are no melon seeds on the table in the living room, which is a failure.

(End of this chapter)