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Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update I really only have the latest chapter of a wife!Teacher Zhang San also found Shen Fu and asked him to come in and sit down.

"No, no, a layman, can't stand this artistic atmosphere." Shen Fu waved his hand straight.

Zhang San is bald, not bald, purely for the sake of coolness, he touched his bare head and laughed, "Damn, you won't have a reaction anymore!"

"It's not that it's not that, that aunt is more than 50~" Shen Fu said embarrassingly, "It's just not suitable for a scene where a person is not wearing clothes and a group of people are wearing clothes."

Zhang San closed the door, "Doesn't that make you more used to it the other way around?"

"Oh, that's...no, absolutely nothing!" Shen Fu was almost brought into the ditch by him.

Zhang San played around with him and asked him to go to the office to wait, "I will have lunch with you after class."

"Okay, let me see what good things you have in your office, and I will take them away together~"

It's also a strange thing to say, their three brothers, only Shen Fu went to the Normal University, but in the end he didn't become a teacher, and the other two started their careers in teaching and educating people.

Even though Zhang San is so young, but the office is not small, the decorations are all according to his own heart, entering it, making people seem to fall into a dream, Shen Fu often stares at a certain painting and falls into meditation.

Ms. Zhang San has just started to work, and now he teaches the basics of painting, with only one or two classes a week. It is very easy and the main focus is on visual art.

However, he can control both oil and traditional Chinese painting. The cover that Shen Fu wants is the ink and wash style of traditional Chinese painting.

As soon as Shen Fu came in, he found the original cover of his own, which was sealed in a picture frame, all processed, and could be hung in the study after turning around.

Because it is not known how many books can be published, only two are drawn.

Zhang San is also chasing Shen Fu's novels, and will draw the cover based on the follow-up plot, which is absolutely in line with the mood.

He was about to see what new works the third brother had recently. Someone knocked on the door and came in. He was a very energetic old black man.

Shen Fu recognized him. It turned out to be Mr. Li Lao, Zhang San's grandfather, and Li Er, a leading figure in contemporary painting.

The same is digital, and Li Er is much more educated than Zhang San.

"Old gentleman, are you looking for Zhang San?" Shen Fu hurriedly greeted him.

"Little Shen, I'll come to school to do something, stop by and take a look, your dad is still healthy."

"Well, it's good, and I can even ride a rabbit out."

"I'm so strong!" Mr. Li praised and glanced, "Are Zhang San not?"

"Oh, in class, it should be over soon, or sit down and wait." Shen Fu said with some restraint.

Mr. Li looked at the time, "His uncle is about to end school and has to pick up the children. I won't wait anymore. If you see him, tell him that if you have time to take his girlfriend to sit at home."

"Good, good, sure." Shen Fu thought in his heart, there is an uncle who goes to kindergarten, and I don't want to go home.

"Eh, this is his new work?" Mr. Li saw two ink paintings on the table.

"Oh, this is the cover of the novel painted by my third brother. I'll come and get it."

Mr. Li, who specializes in traditional Chinese painting, nodded, "The painting is good, there should be a title on the cover? What is it called?"

"One immortal through the ages, the third brother said that his calligraphy is average, and he will help me find a calligrapher later."

"Yes, it's really ugly, just follow me, so I will find a calligrapher for you to design."

"Ah, this, this is not appropriate~" Shen Fu felt that the complicated relationship between Zhang San and Li Er was afraid that his third brother would be unhappy.

"Don't worry, I'll collect the money."

Shen Fu was relieved, and quickly thanked him, and sent the people out to see that there were two school leaders waiting outside. This old man Li's status was truly detached.

Speaking of it, Zhang Sanneng taught at Yangmei at a young age. In addition to his outstanding ability, he probably owes more to this grandfather, even the third brother admits this.

Although his father did not catch the light of the old man, he did rely on the identity of Li Er's only grandson in the art circle.

It is necessary to mention the relationship between Zhang San and Li Er.

Mr. Li is a native of Beijing, he used to jump in the line in Shen Fu's hometown when he was young. At that time, Shen Fu's father, Shen Aotian, was still a half-sized boy.

Later, Li Er and Zhang San’s grandma fell in love, but it is unclear whether Li Er has sincerely paid.

Soon, Li Er, who was full of artistic talents, returned to the city, and then Grandma Zhang became pregnant. At that time, she could only hide her and lie and claim to be her brother-in-law’s child. It didn’t take long for Grandma Zhang to be depressed. And it ended.

After more than 30 years, Zhang San was able to make soy sauce. Suddenly a grandpa fell from the capital, and he was accompanied by the palm of the city. He was obviously a big man.

After the old handsome artist was widowed, he returned to the place where he had fought, and while drinking with his old friend Shen Aotian, he unexpectedly learned that he still had a son, and that his son had a grandson!

Mr. Li expressed his innocence on the grounds that he did not know that Grandma Zhang was pregnant and was sent abroad to study after returning to Beijing. After long and unremitting efforts, he finally got his son's understanding.

But Uncle Zhang has a steelyard in his heart. If he really didn't forget his mother, why did he take a foreign daughter-in-law abroad and give birth to two mixed-race daughters.

Now that I want to recognize myself, it is probably for the sake of passing on the family, after all, the old man was such a son at that time.

However, for the sake of his son Zhang San, Uncle Zhang still pinched his nose to recognize this relative, but did not go back to Beijing to enjoy the rich material life with the old man, and still chose to be an ordinary art teacher in his hometown.

Of course, there are many benefits to having this relative in Beijing.

Shen Fu admitted that at the time he and Zhu Teng were willing to make friends with Zhang San, who had a boring personality, mainly because he was greedy for foreign snacks that his family could never eat, as well as various toys that he had never seen before, as well as always being the most popular. The cutting-edge household appliances were all brought by his grandfather from Beijing or abroad.

Elder Li alone allowed the three rural kids to spend a childhood of at least the middle-class level in the United States.

Zhang San embarked on the road of art, mainly because of his love and the guidance of his father, but he can have the current achievements, and Mr. Li has contributed the most.

Art is a very subjective thing and there is no unified standard, so those who have the right to speak can decide whether you can do it or not. Li Er is the big man who has the right to speak in the domestic art circle.

Their line is deeper than the net literature. Sometimes they can sell for millions of dollars by drawing a black line vertically.

At least there is a standard of subscription for web texts. A boutique is a boutique, a million booking is a million booking, and a street is a street, and you can see it at a glance.

After more than ten minutes, Zhang San came back, and Shen Fu immediately said, "Your grandfather just came, accompanied by the leader, praised your painting, and said that the calligrapher who introduced me to the inscription, the one who collected the money, was anxious. Go ahead and pick up the child."

Zhang San smiled, "You are not good at the number of words, at least two chapters in the paragraph just now, can you sum it up in one sentence?"

"Conscience writer, don't mix it with water!"

The two crossed their shoulders and went out of the school. They ate first. Just after they were seated, Xiaodie called.

No, it should be Bai Shengnan.

"What's the matter, wife?"

"I'm not your wife, I'm your Uncle Guo!" There was a familiar and greasy voice on the other side~