My 1991

The art and technical school is located in the north of Baoqing City, close to the suburbs, and some distance from the municipal education bureau's family home. It took Zhou Kun a full 25 minutes to get there.

This is because he drives a Santana, otherwise it would have been longer.

After going up to the third floor and entering the door, Zhou Kun, who is in his 30s, asked: "What painting? Is it worth calling me all the way here?"

Zhou Jingni motioned to him to pour the water himself, and then went to the bedroom.

Zhou Kun muttered resentment. He came to his uncle's house so many times, but this girl never brought him tea. He still had to rush to her every time. After all, he was a painter at the Provincial Art Academy and the vice-principal of a school. Eh.

Sighing, Zhou Kun grabbed some Tieguanyin and started making tea.

After a while, Zhou Jingni took out two sketches, one of Meng Qingchi and the other of herself, and placed them in front of her cousin:

"Look, how is this level?"

Zhou Kun didn't care at first, but after taking a glance, his eyes immediately straightened.

Zhou Jingni looked at him, then at the sketch of Meng Qingchi, and said angrily: "I want you to see the painting, not you to see the person."

"Elegant, generous, beautiful, tsk, this is called temperament."

Under his cousin's cannibalistic eyes, Zhou Kun couldn't help but admire her, and then asked: "Where is she in person? Is she married?"

Zhou Jingni was amused when she heard this: "Your child is ready to play soy sauce, so what? Do you want to be Pan Shimei?"

Zhou Kun lit a cigarette and said with a smile: "That's all I ask. After all, I am a painter and I have an instinctive appreciation of beautiful things."

Zhou Jingni sneered: "If I remember correctly, someone was obsessed with a school girl for more than 10 years, and finally got discouraged before going home to get married and have children, right?

How many years has it been?

Have you forgotten this unforgettable beauty so quickly? "

Zhou Kun was unhappy when his scars were revealed: "They say you don't slap someone in the face, but this is not the attitude of asking for help."

Zhou Jingni crossed her legs and asked again: "How do you like these two sketches?"

Zhou Kun stopped playing around and looked down seriously.

The living room was relatively quiet for a while, one was waiting and the other was observing carefully.

A few minutes passed without realizing it. Finally, Zhou Kun raised his head and said: "Rigorous, cold, meticulous, meticulous and expressive."

Zhou Jingni seemed to understand, and asked tentatively: "Okay?"

Zhou Kun nodded: "Not averagely good, but very good."

Then he asked: "Where did you go during the National Day? Who painted this for you?"

Zhou Jingni said: "I haven't gone anywhere. I've been celebrating the holidays."

Zhou Kun didn't believe it at all: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. When did Baoqing have such a master? Why didn't I know?"

Zhou Jingni caught one word from his words: "Master? Is it higher than your level?"

"nonsense!"

Zhou Kun directly made a vulgar remark: "If his level is worse than mine, should I call him a fool?

I have lived for 37 years, do you think I am the kind of person who talks down to me? "

Hearing this, Zhou Jingni looked at the sketch on the coffee table again. Although she had seen it many times, she looked at it more seriously than ever before. She finally asked: "I think your sketch is also very good. He is better than you." where?"

"See, you exposed yourself as an amateur with just one sentence."

Zhou Kun finally had the opportunity to ridicule his cousin, and he immediately breathed out the fragrance, and then solemnly said: "My skills are still within the scope of the academy, and I have not yet gone out of the way of my predecessors.

And these two sketches are vigorous and full-bodied, with the air of a master, and have blazed their own path. "

Then he stared at the two sketches and said: "I am well-informed about famous paintings and masters from all over the world, both ancient and modern, but I have never seen this style of painting. Who is it? Where did you meet this master?"

An expert?

Grandmaster?

Out of your own way?

Hearing the words that came out of her cousin's mouth, Zhou Jingni was a little doubtful about life at the moment. Lu An's youthful appearance came to mind, and she couldn't help but think to herself: Is he a master at such a young age, or is he his own student?

At this time, something was wrong with her eyes when she looked at her cousin next to her.

Although I didn't particularly like his personality in the past, I never questioned his painting skills. After all, he has gained his current social status through his real strength. Even in the painting world, I dare not say that in the whole country, at least in Huxiang, he is still slightly famous.

But now, she has completely questioned this "little fame"?

A 37-year-old professional painter actually admitted that his level was not as good as that of a 17-year-old boy. If that was all, forget it.

But the most critical question is that one is a professional and the other is an amateur. Lu An's main job is to study for the college entrance examination and win the gold medal. How can he just casually kill a professional painter who boasts about his level of skills with just a swipe of his pen?

This was hard for her to believe.

"No, Jingni, what are you looking at?"

Zhou Kun, who was trying to figure out the two sketches, felt that his cousin looked at him strangely, and goosebumps suddenly appeared all over his body.

Zhou Jingni put her hands on her chest and asked in a very calm tone: "Tell me the truth, did you spend money to get into the Provincial Art Academy?"

"What do you mean?"

It's okay to question everything, but you can't question your professional ethics. Zhou Kun suddenly became angry, sat up straight and said unhappily:

"You can doubt my character and my taste in wine, but you can't doubt my love for painting. You are insulting me."

After identifying her cousin's micro-expression face to face, it didn't look like he was cheating. Zhou Jingni did not argue with him, but said, "If I tell you, this person is in Baoqing."

Zhou Kun interrupted: "It's impossible, absolutely impossible. I'm in Baoqing. If Baoqing produced such a great painter, how could I not know about it?"

Every line has a circle, and drawing circles is no exception.

When a person really integrates into the circle, he will find that no matter how big the area is? How many people are there? In fact, everyone I met while walking around were acquaintances.

Zhou Kun considers himself to be the first person in Baoqing's circle. If Baoqing is really capable, other colleagues will tell him even if he doesn't know about it at the first time.

Forget it if you are a pure novice, it is understandable that you don’t know about it in a short time.

But the sketch clearly told him that this was a person who had a lot of experience with painting brushes, otherwise he would not be able to reach this level.

He doesn't believe that a person who has reached such a level has not been known by any of his peers? Still not making a statement?

Zhou Jingni glanced at her cousin and continued: "Don't interrupt me yet. Listen to me. Not only is this person born and raised in Baoqing, he is also only 17 years old."

"What?"

"17 years old?"

"you sure?"

After three times of surprise, Zhou Kun lost his mind completely and thought his cousin was making fun of him.

Zhou Jingni put down Erlang's legs and nodded: "Not only is he only 17 years old, he is also my student, so..."

She didn't say anything else after "so", just to save face for her cousin.

Zhou Kun looked at his cousin blankly. After realizing that the other party was telling the truth, he suddenly felt a sense of absurdity and swallowed his throat: "17 years old, what is his name? Where is he now?"

Zhou Jingni said: "Lu An, in Guifei Lane."

Zhou Kun asked: "Where is Taohuaping Street?"

Zhou Jingni said: "That's it."

After his age was determined, his name was determined, and even his location was determined, Zhou Kun fell into silence.

After being together for so many years, Zhou Kun understood his cousin's personality, how he acted in a measured manner and joked appropriately, so he would not frustrate him on this matter. After he lowered his head to admire the sketch again, he asked:

"Besides these two sketches, does the other party have any other works?"

Zhou Jingni thought for a while and said, "I don't know about the others, but he painted an oil painting for me yesterday."

"painting?"

"painting."

"He can also paint?"

"Yesterday he used me as a model and saw it with his own eyes."

Zhou Kun was a little confused and asked quickly: "Where is the oil painting?"

Zhou Jingni said: "At his house, the painting was not done yet, so I didn't bring it over."

Hearing this, Zhou Kun picked up the car keys on the coffee table and stood up impatiently: "Let's go, take me to have a look."

Zhou Jingni did not object and followed out the door.

Her current mood is not much better than Zhou Kun's, and she is still a little shocked.

Although they were just two sketches, she could already see a lot from her cousin's eyes. Something different.