The bars outside the Academy of Fine Arts are not the kind of bizarre places of desire.

Often they are filled with various books, art souvenirs, and the petty bourgeois mood with vinyl records. The worn walls and tablecloths are not very particular. Under the dim light, there are men and women full of literary styles full of smoke and talk.

Looking at the lines outlined on the blackboard with white chalk, the group of people laughed: "Oh, Lao Tong, you have also gone to help Lao Cao stand up. This price is not cheap!"

The small bar with three or five tables was filled with joy, and even the bar owner came over to take a look and joke.

The middle-aged man called Lao Tong had some buck teeth and twitched to observe the photos: "It's a bit like the style of my painting when I was in my twenties. I was so mature that I had such a calm technique. I rarely see such solid skills among undergraduates now. On the contrary, there are some experts in the folk cultural center and the calligraphy and painting academy, and I have to be at least forty years old."

He showed off his famous gimmicks of youth without any trace, which made his friends laugh.

Lao Caocai announced: "I am also twenty years old, and I only came to the art training class to register for the Chinese painting exam today."

Everyone quickly pulled Lao Tong out and joked: "Oh, your family of calligraphy and painting have a family of knowledge. I have met a real talent. If you destroy him, kill this existence that will threaten you!"

Lao Tong also gritted his teeth: "Yes! I'll deal with him tomorrow! I can only study my graduate school after I get into the exam. I'll torture him for a few years, hahaha!"

But I couldn't put it down and enlarged the photo and observed it. I also said, "This is really a foundation. It's a pity that I'm not in the Chinese painting department anymore, otherwise I would have to take it over and be a big disciple!"

Lao Cao took every step: "But he has no sketches or colors at all, and he cannot produce a formed Chinese painting."

The few people who were still a little playful just now were quiet and smirked a little disappointed.

Lao Tong's face was cold as ice, and he could scrape off the ice slag: "Why do those who study Chinese painting have to learn sketching and color? Wu Daozi, Gu Kaizhi needs sketching and color? Chinese painting has a lofty interest and its thinking mode is completely different from the Western style. Students must accept the concepts of perspective, light and shadow. When they get into the exam, they have to break back and wash off these concepts. Isn't this taking off their pants and fart? The real Chinese painting has to forcefully reverse the concept of thinking. Those who have been admitted through the exam do not understand the essence of Chinese painting. I have long said that the Chinese painting department will take the separate exam and enroll independently. This is a typical case!"

Someone next to him cooled down: "Your temper... continue to be upset in front of the department head. When you go to the museum to be an elder, just concentrate on painting and make money. In a few years, you can just recruit this young man as a graduate student."

Lao Tong hummed: "Those old guys... it's better not to say that. I'll look for two students to take this young man with me, so I won't go there, so as not to cause a big tree to cause wind to harm him."

Lao Cao became more and more arrogant: "It's only three months, and it's racing against time."

A younger man next to him took the initiative: "I'll go, I haven't been to Lao Cao's place yet, I'll go see someone to have a small meal."

Everyone started to cheer again: "Your youth gold medal is going to teach and train the training class?"

"You still want to compete with Lao Tong, right?"

Lao Cao smiled satisfied and leaned back on the sofa.

At this time, Wan Changsheng, wearing a black double-breasted jacket, was walking past the window.

The streets outside the campus at night and what Wan Changsheng saw during the day seemed to be another world.

Perhaps the night obscures those fancy things, and what it presents is a hot life.

When Wan Changsheng walked into a store full of art supplies, he felt even more happy.

Although Guanyin Temple is rich, it does not have such a rich and professional store. Besides, there are only three or five companions around Guanyin Temple Town, except for grandpa, there are two or three uncles. Moreover, they have learned some things that they have no future, and they have given them to the prosperous Wanxian.

So opening a store is equivalent to serving Wan Changsheng alone, and he is not so luxurious.

I can only ask the Jia family to buy it from outside, or more online shopping in recent years.

This didn't feel comfortable entering a store full of professional art supplies. It might be the same as my mother's feelings when she rushed into the Champs Elysees last year with her aunt and aunt in Paris.

Wan Changsheng started to savor the first product at the door of the store with his hands behind his back, just as he was as attentive as he was watching the inscriptions of famous masters from ancient times to the present in the stele forest.

Paper, pen, ink and ink, both in China and abroad.

Just a pencil can be found from the second most expensive product per piece to the top German products worth thousands of yuan each. The white paper can be divided into dozens of different textures on the shelf. As long as you choose, you can immediately cut it into the right size.

The pigments were arranged colorfully on the shelves, reminding Wan Changsheng of his blood and tears of learning to make pigments from his grandfather at home. Whether it was the strong smell of indigo or the toxic ingredients of gambool, his grandfather taught them to his beloved grandson.

But in fact, Wan Changsheng understands that times have changed, and handmade things are at most just feelings. Look at the white here, you can find several kinds of fineness.

It’s time to go to the museum for my own paint workshop.

Of course, I bought the most beloved carving knife first. It is said that the chrome vanadium alloy steel carving knife forged by famous artists makes Wan Changsheng feel like he is the Heaven Sword and Dragon Slaying. The store also said that this thing is sold less, so it is even more expensive and has not been made. If you need it, you can order it.

Wan Changsheng couldn't wait to ask for two ordinary seal stones again, so he could carve them while he was fine.

However, when weighing the stone, Wan Changsheng suddenly saw a few small boards inside the counter, which looked a bit like the handboards that ancient officials went to court, but it was obviously three or five sets of different shapes. He glanced at it and felt inexplicably moved.

But the attention was already on the carving knife, and I could just pull out a few words on the seal stone. It really felt smooth and comfortable to cut butter with a quick knife.

The shop owner, who was in his thirties and forties, had the eyesight. Seeing Wan Changsheng's movements, he immediately took the blank paper next to him. Wan Changsheng didn't plan to print it twice. In response to his kindness, he dipped it in a stack of scrap white paper that was obviously a test paper and left a seal seal with four squares.

The knowledgeable boss looked at him and found that he didn't recognize a single word. He looked at the young man more and didn't dare to speak.

Because I don't know how to be strong.

Wan Changsheng bought a few more sketches and color basics introductory demonstration albums. This kind of textbook is usually used for junior high school students in the city to learn from each other, so that the boss can take a look at it again.

The contrast is a bit large.

Wan Changsheng didn't care about others' reading it. He rolled up the book and clamped it under his armpit with satisfaction. The knife flew between his fingers. In fact, it was a high-end alloy steel strip of slap with exquisite nylon ropes wrapped in the middle. The two ends were sharp blades of different shapes. If you change someone, you might have to wrap the blades to avoid hurting yourself.

Wan Changsheng couldn't put it down and was experiencing the balanced feel of this carving knife.

When he went out, he accidentally bumped into an old man. As soon as he touched him, he still had time to reach out and support him steadily: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't see you..."

The old man rushed to enter the store before he had time to argue with him.

Wan Changsheng didn't even go to the nearby Academy of Fine Arts. When he saw a bus at the bus stop, he jumped on and went back to the training school.

Naturally, he didn't see the old man walking into the store excitedly: "Where is that carving knife that is more than 900 years old?"

The store owner was surprised: "I have been on sale for more than three months and I have just bought it by that young man!"

The old man dressed in a simple manner was obviously disappointed, and he beat his chest and stamped his feet: "The pearl is thrown secretly! The pearl is thrown secretly! What kind of seal carving do children now know about now..."

The shop owner quickly found the waste paper draft: "This young man looked very powerful. He took a knife and immediately carved this on the stone he was practicing. Look."

The old man didn't believe it after hearing this: "I'll carve something right here... The seal comes from the book! The seal comes from the book! It's really the seal comes from the book!"

The back was a little crazy. Without asking the store owner's opinion, I couldn't wait to pull off the red paper from the draft, and turned around and ran away!

I have seen such experts who are obsessed with some kind of art around the Academy of Fine Arts. The store owners are no longer surprised. Haha, he said, "I should pack up and think about whether to get some expensive carving knives."

But this thing is really unpopular.

As a result, in just a few seconds, the old man rushed back with great energy: "What do you look like? What does he look like? Do you know which department he belongs to?"

The shop owner said intimidated that I took a look: "The first time I saw it, I was quite gentle, more than 1.8 meters tall, with a very white face. Well, I have a pair of gentle eyes, and I look very comfortable when I look at people!"

The old man wanted to ask him to have a criminal portrait!
Chapter completed!