The Heavens: The Beginning Blind Date Zhong Xiaoai

Chapter 100
Everything has inertia. After being a good student for a month and a half, Fang Yifan got used to the current life.

Although she didn't have to go to Song Qian's house to make up lessons, she still got up early, brushed her teeth and washed her face.

"Fanfan, you don't need to go to Aunt Song Qian's house to make up lessons today, why do you wake up so early, sleep more and have a good rest."

Tong Wenjie felt sorry for her son.

"Mom, I'm getting used to it."

While Fang Yifan was talking, he also took out a set of test papers.

"Fanfan, don't do the test paper yet. Aunt Song Qian told me yesterday that you like drawing and want to be an art student. Is there such a thing?"

Deciding to communicate with her son calmly, Tong Wenjie spoke up.

"I have this idea, but it's still based on your opinion, Mom; don't you always want me to take the Tsinghua University exam? Aunt Song Qian said that as long as I continue to work hard on the questions, Tsinghua University still has hope."

Playing hard to get, while talking, Fang Yifan also made up the test paper.

Tong Wenjie is not Song Qian, and her heart aches when the child is sensible.

"Mom's opinion is not important, what is important is your idea, you like painting, do you want to be an art student?"

"Um"

Fang Yifan nodded.

"Your dad asked for leave today. He will take you to find an art teacher. Let's listen to his advice before deciding whether you want to be an art student, okay?"

Tong Wenjie didn't say enough, if the teacher felt it was inappropriate, she would still have to be a bad person for the sake of the child's future.

.........

That morning, Fang Yuan took Fang Yifan to a gallery in the suburbs of Beijing; the gallery has three floors, the first and second floors display various paintings, and the third floor is an art training class for the college entrance examination.

"Mr. Chen, my name is Fang Yuan. This is my son Fang Yifan. I called you just now."

Guided by the front desk, Fang Yuan and Fang Yifan walked into an office.

Chen Qingfeng, a former teacher at the Central Academy of Fine Arts and a well-known painter in the country, resigned due to various reasons such as income, and opened this Aoki Gallery by himself.

"Mr. Fang, I'm sorry, maybe I didn't make it clear to you on the phone, and I would like to trouble you to go with the child; because of limited time, I don't accept students who have no drawing foundation."

Chen Qingfeng spoke a bit bluntly, probably because he didn't want to waste time.

"Um, Mr. Chen, my son still has the basics. He has attended many painting training classes, and his painting is not bad; and he has come today. Do you think you can give him a chance and let him try?"

Fang Yuan is very good at communicating. When he said this, it was hard for Chen Qingfeng to refuse.

"Sketch meeting? Just like them, draw a picture for me in half an hour."

In order not to waste time, Chen Qingfeng led the two into a studio where only four people were painting, pointed to the fruit plate in front of him and said to Fang Yifan.

"Oh"

Needless to say, after all, you still have to work hard to see the real trick. Fang Yifan picked up the pencil given by Chen Qingfeng and started to draw.

"You have been learning to draw since you were a child, who is the teacher who taught you?"

At first, he thought it was just going through the process, but Chen Qingfeng didn't pay much attention at first, but after 5 minutes, looking at the painting on the drawing board, he couldn't help but speak.

"There are so many teachers, I can't remember their names."

While speaking, Fang Yifan put down the brush in his hand.

Although sketching is simple and fast, it is the most test of a person's art skills. Chen Qingfeng feels that he may not be able to do it in 10 minutes.

"Does color match sketch?"

Chen Qingfeng continued to ask.

"The teacher has taught me, and I'm fine."

One and a half hours later, looking at the two paintings Fang Yifan had finished, Chen Qingfeng stopped talking.

"Mr. Chen, my family Fanfan is a fast learner. He may not be good at drawing now, but as long as he is taught by you, he will improve;

Why don't you accept him? I can add a little more to the training fee that Lao Zhang said. "

After all, Fang Yuan was a layman. Seeing that Chen Qingfeng didn't speak, he thought it was because Fang Yifan didn't draw well.

"you…"

"I don't mean anything else; Fang Yifan's foundation is poor, you must spend more time and energy, and you should spend more money."

Thinking that Chen Qingfeng was ashamed of his words, Fang Yuan automatically turned himself into Brother Jiaqian.

Qian Ya is a slave, and Yi Ya is a pedestrian. If it weren't for Fang Yuan's sincere attitude, Chen Qingfeng would have thought that he had met a kicker.

"He has a poor foundation, so I should change my career."

"You mean he can draw well?" As the legal representative, Fangyuan could still understand what he said.

"Not to mention other things, as far as basic skills are concerned, the professors of the Academy of Fine Arts are probably at this level; I have nothing to teach him, and if I want to teach, I will teach some exam-taking skills."

Chen Qingfeng spoke concisely and clearly.

"So you are willing to accept him; by the way, Teacher Chen, I have something to ask you. My wife and I want him to be admitted to the Central Academy of Fine Arts or the China Academy of Fine Arts. Do you think he has a chance?"

Fang Yuan asked Tong Wenjie the most important question that she had explained to her.

"How many cultural subjects can your child take?"

No matter how high the professional score is, it is useless if the culture class does not meet the standard.

"At the end of last semester, his score was 520. The drop is indeed a bit steep. However, we have been giving him extra lessons this summer, and he has made rapid progress."

Fangyuan seeks truth from facts.

"520's words are a bit dangerous, but it's not impossible. As long as he stays stable, with his professional ability, the school I used to teach should accept him."

520 was before, and my son can stabilize at 650 now. Of course, Fang Yuan didn’t say this kind of Versailles.

Chen Qingfeng finally agreed to accept Fang Yifan, and the father and son happily reported the good news to Tong Wenjie as soon as they left the house.

"Dad, it's rare to have a rest today, let's go shopping in Panjiayuan."

After Fangyuan reported the situation to Tong Wenjie, Fang Yifan suggested.

"Okay, Dad will listen to you all day today, let's relax."

Knowing that his son has been working hard during this time, his wife has also repeatedly asked him to take his son to relax on the phone. Of course, Fang Yuan can't refuse.

Speaking of Panjiayuan in Beijing, most of the first reactions are picking up antiques. Fang Yifan also came here with this goal, but his way of picking up and relaxing is a bit different.

"Dad, look at this horse is pretty good"

In an antique shop, Fang Yifan pointed to a half-meter-tall ceramic horse and said.

"Little brother has good eyesight, this is Tang Sancai." The visitor was a visitor, the owner of the antique shop said to Fang Yifan with a smile.

"Tang Sancai is said to be used for burial, which is unlucky." Fang Yifan showed a disgusted expression.

"This is not Tang Sancai. It's just an ordinary ceramic horse. How much does the boss pay? If it suits me, I'll buy it."

Thinking that his son liked it, Fang Yuan said.

"It's really not Tang Sancai, but this piece of porcelain has a very good meaning. It will be successful in no time. It is an official kiln of the Qing Dynasty. If you like it, I will transfer it to you for 5 yuan."

"Dad, this boss thinks you are a big fool."

Fang Yifan smiled on the side.

"Look, the children can't stand it anymore."

Fang Yuan wasn't angry either, and started to bargain with the boss.

5 minutes later
"Up to 800. If you think it's suitable, I'll take it away. If it doesn't work, forget it."

"All right, all right, let me make friends. This porcelain is from the Republic of China, but its meaning is really good, and success will come soon; look at your son, he is about to take the college entrance examination, I wish him success soon , get into a key university.”

In business, one set of nice words after another.

"Then I'll borrow your auspicious words."

This remark fit the occasion, Fang Yuan liked it very much.

"Dad, let me get it." Financial Freedom was still pointing at it, and Fang Yifan stepped forward to take the ceramic horse.

With such a large piece of ceramics in hand, the father and son decided to go home first. The moment they changed into slippers and entered the door, Fang Yifan acted out, with his left foot mixed with his right, and his body leaned forward.

Kang dang
"I'll go, my horse will succeed..."

After a while, Fang Yifan looked like he was about to cry but he didn't reach the ground.

"It's okay, it's okay, my son is called Suisuipingan."

Fang Yuan was changing his shoes when the ceramic horse was released, so Fang Yifan cast a wink at the blind man.

"Son, be careful, if something is broken, Dad will buy another one for you when you have time."

They don't complain, they only care about their son's health. Parents like Fang Yuan are really nice.

"Dad, there is something in here, it seems to be a seal."

Eight Tianhuang stone seals, engraved with the words Shiquan old man, auspicious and wishful, etc., were wrapped in a piece of bright yellow satin. Half an hour ago, Fang Yifan used special functions to stuff it into the belly of the ceramic horse in the back seat of the car.

"It's true, old man Shiquan is talking about Qianlong. This is the emperor's private seal. The material doesn't look like jade. Could it be Tianhuangshi?"

"Dad, you missed it, we are going to send it out."

(End of this chapter)