Rich green tea dressed as cannon fodder husband and wife

Chapter 13 The Fairy in the Painting

"Tell you what. Go to the side, why come here to scold me if you don't have class, your skin is itchy?" Zhang Tingshan said with a faint smile.He still likes a student like Shen Yao from the bottom of his heart. Although he is not honest, his talent is really good, and he can understand everything, but this temper is too slippery, not like his student at all.

Shen Yao took out the "one meat and two vegetables" that he had brought a long time ago, put the plastic bag skillfully on the desk, smiled "hehe", and looked at the drawing paper on Zhang Tingshan's easel: "Teacher, what are you painting?"

Zhang Tingshan didn't have time to eat, he didn't even look at the lunch on the table, and picked up his brush to continue painting.

Zhang Tingshan has a problem when painting. When he writes, he always bends down to get very close to the paper, looking at it as if dazzled, but after a few strokes, he has to fall back and continue to look with squinted eyes. , he himself looks old, and such a set of movements looks a little clumsy.

"...I drew it for a friend, please help me." Zhang Tingshan seemed to mention it casually, but he touched his nose with his fingers stained with red paint, and the underside of the nose was immediately stained red, which was a bit out of place and funny.

Shen Yao looked at it for a while, and suddenly raised his eyebrows——Zhang Tingshan was painting the screen that Fu Mingyan asked for that day. Shen Yao had drawn this topic himself. Although Zhang Tingshan was different from his painting, Shen Yao still had the same theme. Guess what.

Shen Yao only handed in a roughly colored draft that night, but Zhang Tingshan was obviously painting all eight screens in detail.

This should be just one of them on the easel; because Shen Yao has already seen a small draft with eight grids in the upper left corner of the easel.

It seems that Zhang Tingshan's refusal to Fu Mingyan in person that day was just stubborn, and he was still willing to help Fu Mingyan's matter.

Shen Yao saw through it, rolled his eyes, looked at it for a while with a smile, and suddenly said: "Teacher, how did you and Mr. Fu know each other that day?"

Zhang Tingshan's pen paused in the air, and his sharp eyes suddenly swept to Shen Yao: "How do you know him, kid? Did Liu Jiangbo blackmail you?!"

"Don't, don't, what is Teacher Liu threatening me for? Do you want me to trick you?"

Shen Yao waved his hand. At first he was just talking nonsense, but he was stunned when he finished speaking.

Looking at Zhang Tingshan's expression, it was obvious that Zhang Tingshan had expected this.

... No wonder Liu Jiangbo gave him a push on the waist when he was sent into the office that day, and he smiled so meaningfully.It turned out that he had been waiting for him to come to the school, so that he could "follow what he likes", and hoped that Mr. Fu would invest more in the Academy of Fine Arts.

That really "highly respected" him, Shen Yao.

"...It's fine if you don't. I'm sorry you can't do that kind of thing."

Zhang Tingshan looked at Shen Yao a few times, then turned around and continued painting.

Can't you do it... Shen Yao licked his lips and sat next to the teacher with a guilty conscience.

"We met in the Book Association. Jiusheng Group took the lead in organizing a charity auction. The boss of Jiusheng was always a relative of Fu Mingyan. He bought my painting at that time. After the auction, he asked someone to buy me a drink. I I have gone, old Fu is good at writing, I have read his handwriting, and I made this friend." Zhang Tingshan laughed at himself when he said this, "However, a man as big as Mr. Fu, what can he talk to me about? Friendship is just meeting by chance." He brushed his pen, "It's just a friendship between gentlemen."

Shen Yao shrugged and smiled helplessly.Zhang Tingshan has lived on his strength of character all his life, and he doesn't know if he really doesn't understand it or if he doesn't understand it. There is no such thing as a friendship in this world, especially a person like Fu Mingyan.

"Then why didn't he help you solve the matter of being promoted? Fu Mingyan has such a wide network of contacts, so he has a lot of connections." Shen Yao heard that Zhang Tingshan and Liu Jiangbo ran for the dean in the past, only by one vote. Wang Baikou, Liu Jiangbo became the dean, and Zhang Tingshan could only waste time as a teacher in the office next to the public toilet.

Hearing what Shen Yao said, Zhang Tingshan's pen paused, and his tone was a little blunt: "It has nothing to do with him, it doesn't matter."

"It's a little effort for him at most. If you don't take care of this personal relationship, the teacher still treats him as a friend?" Shen Yao looked like a troublemaker, "stirring the flames" while looking at Zhang Tingshan's paintings.

Zhang Tingshan did not answer Shen Yao's words, and continued to draw a few strokes, and suddenly said something wrong: "...so fast, it will be August soon."

"What?" Shen Yao didn't quite understand, but seeing that it was already past the meal time, he took the lunch box and bowl and placed the dishes for the teacher to eat.

"Let's put it there. Go do your work, don't always run to me." Zhang Tingshan pushed aside the rice bowl that Shen Yao handed over, and devoted himself to the drawing paper.

"You really don't want to eat? It's getting cold." Shen Yao touched the wall of the bowl helplessly, and asked, "Teacher, what do you think happened in August?"

"...It's nothing." Zhang Tingshan wanted to prevaricate at first, but Shen Yao's gaze was so pure. Facing such a child, Zhang Tingshan's expression couldn't help softening—he often has no bottom line in front of students.He said softly: "It's your teacher's wife's death day."

"Master? The teacher hasn't retired yet, how could my wife..."

"Suicide. Let's consider it a natural disaster. It's almost a natural disaster." Zhang Tingshan sighed and said a few words in the cloud, comforted Shen Yao and sat down, "I heard that something happened to your family recently... Teacher is fine. If it can comfort you, I will give you a gift money at the funeral, it’s not much, you have to accept it.” At this point, he finally seemed to come out of the thought of painting, put down his pen, Picking up the rice bowl that Shen Yao handed over, he looked at Shen Yao: "Your parents are gone, who are you going to live with?"

Shen Yao muttered for a while, but he didn't know how to answer this question.

After hesitating for a while, Zhang Tingshan asked himself and answered, "I forgot, you don't need guardianship anymore when you're an adult."

Shen Yao nodded and smiled at him.

"But," Zhang Tingshan sat in front of the easel, holding a bowl of cold rice, with a lonely expression, "you learned to draw, will you be able to support yourself in the future?"

Shen Yao's heart suddenly moved.

"If you knew earlier, you might as well go to study economics and management. If you can pass on some of your family's property, you can take care of it." Zhang Tingshan didn't look at Shen Yao when he said this, but just picked up the rice in the bowl.

"Teacher." Shen Yao frowned and said seriously, "I like painting, how can art be measured by hunger and fullness? I want to paint even if I'm starving."

Under the light of noon, the room was filled with daylight, these words were resounding and forceful, and they fell to the ground with sound.

Perhaps Shen Yao has not experienced much suffering in the world, and he will always have ample and passionate artistic talent for him to squander, so he probably does not need to be "responsible" for saying such a thing, but no matter how he says it, it is still "stupid" It's okay to be naive.

Shen Yao's words are like capitalists talking about poverty, some people will be moved, some people will despise, but some people can only feel dejected.

But Zhang Tingshan looked at Shen Yao blankly, as if he was looking at another person through him.

That person may have said something similar to Shen Yao.

"...Teacher?" Shen Yao tilted his head, he realized that he had said something stupid, but he really felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

Zhang Tingshan suddenly came back to his senses, and looked down for the chopsticks: "Ah, as long as you are willing, as long as you are willing. Today, will you still stay with me?"

"Of course. I just came to ask my teacher to draw." Shen Yao pulled the easel from the side and sat not far from Zhang Tingshan.

"I haven't finished the painting last time. If it's perfect, I'll show it to you later." Zhang Tingshan reached out and patted Shen Yao's shoulder. While talking, the phone in his pocket rang——

Zhang Tingshan is still wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt and old black suit pants at this age, with his mobile phone stuck in the back pocket of his trousers. Just looking at his appearance, he always feels older than his actual age .

"Why are you looking for me? What? Liu Jiangbo asked me to be an art consultant? The sun came out from the west? Didn't he, Liu Jiangbo, take these fat jobs before? Tell him what tricks he likes to play, and I won't accompany him! I don't What kind of consultant is he, doesn't he love to play with those rich people? Let him find someone by himself!" After speaking, Zhang Tingshan hung up the phone resolutely.

Shen Yao thought for a while, but couldn't think of anything, so he curiously asked, "What's the matter?"

"That Liu Jiangbo thing, played tricks on my head... I didn't know he was going to be promoted at the end of the year? Now stop me and don't see what I am." Zhang Tingshan glared, obviously very angry. angry.

Shen Yao quickly comforted him: "Teacher Zhang is so famous, and the students love you, so it is certain that the dean wants to win you over..."

"Win? What did he do long ago? Isn't it time for him to squeeze me out? Back then—" Zhang Tingshan hesitated to speak, and paused to look at Shen Yao before continuing, but it was obvious that he was very angry when he mentioned it .

After all, it is inconvenient for him as a student to know too much about some things. Shen Yao also understood, so he had to comfort him a few words. There were a few pieces of chocolate candies in his pocket, and he threw them to Shen Yao casually, and then he sat down and changed the painting for him angrily.

Shen Yao only laughed the whole time, never talking back.

All the students in the school know Zhang Tingshan's sharp mouth and bean curd heart.If it wasn't for this, maybe Zhang Tingshan wouldn't be pushed out by the courtyard to such an extent.

Fu Mingyan was sitting in the office, and on the screen was a "contribution" that had been put into the official mailbox many days ago.

This mailbox is the address filled in on the official website. Hundreds of thousands of emails are sent in every day, but in fact these so-called public solicitations are just a cover. It doesn’t matter if the people above say a word or two, whether it’s the resumes sent to the public mailbox or the submissions sent, almost no one will read it, and it will be buried in the database before long and become a pile of meaningless Garbled characters.Capital never favors mortals.

Fu Mingyan gave Shen Yao the same mailbox at the time. Of course, he had never read it these days, and he didn't even expect Shen Yao to actually contribute.

Although it is a draft, the eight fairies in different poses are painted on the paper with extremely vague but refined lines, and the colors are transparent and thick. There are many colors painted on the paper. Their clothes are luxurious and elegant. The coloring is wild and messy, but the face hidden in the shadows and the slender hands and feet are clearly portrayed. They are more slender than the snow-white and plump women in European oil paintings, but the depiction is not inferior at all, as if protruding from the frenzied colors The whole picture is very rebellious, like a mural in an antique style, but the strokes and the mountain trees in the background have a bit of Zhang Tingshan's handsome style, and the combination also complements each other.

Fu Mingyan looked at this draft photo he took casually, and thought of a scrap of drawing paper that Shen Yao dropped on the car that night. The corner of the white peony on it was very delicate, but the background was particularly messy.

same.

"...Boss Fu." Someone knocked on the door in the office.

"Enter."

The secretary entered the door with a folder between them, "Mr. Fu, just now there is a message from the Mingjiang Academy of Fine Arts, saying that let us wait for another two days. They will find a suitable candidate for the art consultant as soon as possible. They also said... I hope Mr. Fu can put this Opportunities are left to them.”

Fu Mingyan sat on the office chair, was silent for a while, and waved his hand: "No need. I have made arrangements for the consultant. You show this painting to Zhang Xian. Last time he asked me to find it for his movie. A painter, you can ask him if this is okay."

"Give it to Director Zhang...Okay, Mr. Fu, I'll do it right away. Mr. Fu, there is one more thing. Mr. Xu called just now and asked if you could have a meal together. He said that he shouldn't mess with you last time." Angry, I came here to apologize to you."