The Good Mother System

The taxi master in the capital drove very fast when there was no traffic jam. It seemed that he had arrived at the Capital Academy of Fine Arts in the blink of an eye. Zhao Qianqian was a little bit timid about his hometown.

Zhao Qianqian watched the mother in front of him take out the mobile phone, and he didn't know who was going to broadcast a call, and he greeted skillfully on the phone.

"Yes, I have arrived at the gate of the college. Where is your office? I don't know if it will be convenient for you to find it now?"

"Yes, yes, we are here at Dongdaemun. Yes, I am wearing a white shirt and black pants. Would you like to come out to meet us? Thank you for your hard work!"

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The phone was not long, and it was over in a while, but Zhao Qianqian, who was standing still, felt that nails had grown on his legs, and he was firmly on the floor.

As soon as she returned to this familiar campus, her heart was twitching and painful. Once this was the university she dreamed of. After entering the exam, she had laughter, tears, happiness, and sadness. This was once her She is also working hard to become the pride of the school in the future, but... all of this has been completely ruined.

She still remembers that she saw Tao Wan using her body to surf the Internet in the dark. On the Internet, the younger brothers and younger sisters whom she had had a relationship with had exposed her, a student who had put the school to shame on Weibo.

They couldn't accept it at all. A person with a background in fine arts did not make original creations, and became a famous copycat brand.

Now that he stepped back here, Zhao Qianqian was very afraid of meeting his deceased, especially him.

After listening to her mother's call, she probably guessed who it would be on the other end.

That should be her mentor, Ma Cheng, and one of the people she least wants to see now.

Master Ma Cheng is a well-known professor at the Capital Academy of Fine Arts. She was fortunate enough to listen to his lectures before she went to the Academy of Fine Arts to study. Although Master is over fifty-five, she still has the same demeanor. She has long admired Master’s knowledge for a long time. .

Not long after going to school, Qianqian met his brother Hou Feng when he was sketching. Under the recommendation of his brother, Zhao Qianqian set foot in Master Ma Cheng’s studio for the first time. Her talent for painting was seen by Master and tested her. After a few rounds, she decided to accept her. At that time, she was the youngest among the senior brothers and sisters. Under their care, she swayed her talents and painted.

But Tao Wan had tossed it all away.

Thinking of her memory, Tao Wan said to her arrogantly: "Master, I think art is not suitable for me. I want to give up."

Master Ma Cheng pushed her glasses and asked again and again in disbelief, clutching her tightly.

He said: "Qianqian, you are the most gifted student I have ever seen. Master believes in you. As long as you are willing to stick to the road of painting, you can go farther and farther, and even become the best in the future. One of the painters, don’t waste your talents. If you encounter any difficulties, tell Master, although Master is not so capable, he can help you more or less."

"If it's about money or work, Master does have a way to help you solve it. Don't hold back what you want to encounter!"

The words of persuasion were said one sentence at a time, but how could Tao Wan listen?She just left the studio indifferently, telling her that her heart was settled, and she didn't need to persuade her, and she didn't show her any face.

Zhao Qianqian still remembered closing the door at that time, and could vaguely see Master falling on the chair, looking very decadent.

It was her who disappointed the master. Thinking of this, Zhao Qianqian felt cold all over, and even couldn't help but ran away when she wanted to turn around, but her mother's strength was so great that she held her hard and refused to let her leave. She couldn't get rid of her mother, so she had to stand obediently and continue to wait.

After a while, from a distance, I could see a person walking through the door. His hair was a little pale, and he was wearing a simple shirt and suit pants. On the way, many students nodded to him and said hello one by one. , Is Macheng.

Zhao Qianqian was in a daze. He hadn't seen him for four years, but both his mother and the master were much older. She bit her lip tightly and didn't let herself cry.

Ma Cheng walked to the gate and saw Qianqian standing stupidly at a glance, even with a mask and hat, he could tell at a glance.

This was once a closed-door disciple he had looked for, but suddenly he gave up this path. After Qianqian left, Ma Cheng repeatedly thought about whether the artistic path he chose was too self-righteous. , Is the road to commercialization truly successful?He thought for a long time, and during that time he kept paying attention to Qianqian, but watching the girl go up and down, he wanted to ask the little apprentice once, did she really have a happy life after she gave up art?

Originally, he thought he would not be able to contact his little apprentice in this life.

Until last night, Zhao Qianqian's mother gave him a long phone call.

He had known about the existence of Zhao Qianqian’s mother, but he had never contacted her. After all, in his usual communication with the little apprentice, he also understood that the other’s parents had divorced, even if the little apprentice gave up his dream, he I also hope that I can save it by my own efforts. If her mother knows it, it may be a vigorous family battle. As a master of college, he only sees the little ones who have quarreled with their parents every year because of love. There were a lot of girls. He didn't want to make his little apprentice's house dizzy every day, and finally made it innocent inside and out, so he sent out persuasive messages every day.

Unfortunately, he still failed to persuade Qianqian to return.

Some time ago, he went abroad to participate in a painting exhibition, and failed to pay attention to domestic information. It was not until the three apprentices were stuck in a daze for a long time before he was asked. The situation that I didn't say in my heart made it difficult for Ma Cheng to help.

If it weren't for the phone call last night, it might be difficult for him to even ask about the latest situation and show concern.

He still remembered the gentle female voice on the phone speaking slowly.

"Master Ma, I am sorry to disturb you so late, I am Qianqian's mother, you can just call me Xiaodan."

"Qianqian lived up to your expectations back then and failed to follow the road of art persistently. I also want to apologize for her."

"Maybe it's too much to call so late to make this request, which may be a bit irrational, but I still want to ask you."

Ma Cheng remembered that at that time, he just said something. You continue to say that, in fact, he who is a master does not blame his children. He just thinks that maybe he wants his apprentices to follow him, maybe not suitable for a certain person, of course he has some Disappointed that the little apprentice wasted his talent, but he really didn't really blame this kid.

The small single line on the other side of the phone kept saying: "Master Ma, Qianqian has encountered a lot of unhappy things recently. From a very young age, she can forget her worries every time she draws and devote herself to it. I think Asked if she could come to your place to draw a picture, she hasn't touched a pen for a long time, and there is no material at home. I will check with her tomorrow. If she doesn't mind now, I will take her there. "

Ma Cheng immediately replied: "Okay, then I will contact you." But he hung up the phone, but he couldn't stop laughing. At night, regardless of his old body and bones, he ran to the studio and locked himself in the cabinet. The set of Qianqian painting tools in the room was taken out.

Hey, he deserves to be his apprentice in Macheng, he will return to painting after all.

Macheng didn't know how beautiful it was to sleep last night.

Zhao Qianqian looked at Master, her throat was a bit dry: "...Master, long time no see." It's been a long time... It's been a long time. After four years, she never saw Master again. It seemed like a dream. I was still painting in the studio before my eyes, but with one eye, it was already like this.

Ma Cheng held his hands behind him, motioned for the two people behind to follow, and chatted with Shan Jingqiu and Zhao Qianqian as he walked, as if he hadn't heard the sentence in his heart after a long time. As an old mentor, his apprentices Some have not been able to meet for half a year in a foreign country, but it is normal, Qianqian is nothing more than a little longer, he doesn't mind, the cold-faced Master Ma is reluctant to embarrass the little apprentice, and forcibly nagging.

"Recently, the school has become a little bit more. It turns out that the Qiushui Lake where our students are always used to sketch has attracted a lot of wild ducks in the past two years. I don’t know where they flew from. I heard that the fish are much less. taste."

"The building of our college was also remodeled, and four floors were built on top. It was noisy and buzzing every day during the renovation two years ago. Half of the four floors are open studios for students, and the top 1001 is mine. studio."

Ma Cheng stopped talking, and Zhao Qianqian, who seemed to be in a daze from behind, glanced at that, his words were a bit blunt, and he didn't look back: "When you come back, you can find me to get the key. Don't grab the studio with those students. My studio painting is just fine, the same way, the position against the wall is yours."

There is no subject in this remark. If others can't tell who this "you" is, you can hear Zhao Qianqian's ears, but he feels that his body is quite cold, from fingertips to heart, everything is warm Eloquent.

She replied loudly to the front: "Okay." She could see the curvature of the lips that Master could not help but can see even from the back.

Although the school is large, the college is not far from the school gate. The building looks familiar and unfamiliar. Zhao Qianqian drags his mother to closely follow Master's back. Every time a classmate greets Master, he keeps a little bit Shocked, trying to hide, just avoiding the sudden look in their eyes, worrying about being seen who they are.

Although Shan Jingqiu just followed and still noticed Qianqian's situation, she expected that Qianqian should be a little sensitive now, so she blocked most of her with her body, and told Qianqian to walk on the side against the wall to prevent her from showing. .

Ma Cheng also noticed the situation behind him, so he walked a bit faster. The students greeted him from a distance before they got to him. Before getting close, he quickly entered the elevator and pressed the tenth floor elevator. Go up quickly.

1001 is here. This is the studio that the college has just divided up. It belongs to Macheng alone. It looks like the windows are bright and clean, and the area is not small. There are many things in the wide space, including painting utensils, tea tables, cabinets and so on.

Without letting Qianqian rest, Ma Cheng opened the cabinet and gestured to the neatly placed materials, and then pointed to the neatly placed set of Zhao Qianqian's most familiar painting tools not far away.

Zhao Qianqian was a little shocked when he saw them. You must know that many of these paintings are her old folks, only adding and replacing them, and never directly discard them. Of course, Tao Wan will not collect these for her at all. I thought she would never find these anymore, and when she got the pen, she felt that her blood seemed to be closely connected to it.

Old folks, meet again.

There seemed to be one inspiration after another in his mind. The master and mother who were behind him were all left behind, just immersed in the canvas.

Ma Cheng shrugged and reluctantly said to Shan Jingqiu: "It's really no way, she's always like this." This is also what he admires most. Every time he paints, he knows nothing about it. They bother one after another, so when Qian Qian is determined to give up art, he is even more incredible. In his opinion, Qian Qian is not only full of artistic pursuits, but also the quality of life requirements.

Shan Jingqiu lowered her voice and asked Ma Cheng carefully about her plan. She planned to accompany Zhao Qianqian to rent a house in the capital. She could sell the house in her hometown. Shan Jingqiu knew that practice makes perfect. The truth, four years have not been able to practice well, maybe Qianqian is also a little wasteful, at least for now, she knows that Qianqian's biggest dream is this, and she also wants to be able to accomplish it for her.

Ma Cheng frowned. Although Shan Jingqiu didn’t talk about selling the house, he still had some guesses in his heart. After all, renting a house in the capital has always been not cheap. After thinking about it, he also whispered back: "I have a house next to the Academy of Fine Arts. I don’t want to rent out a small house because I put a lot of paintings in it. That’s where I usually put my paintings. In this way, you can bring Qianqianxian to live there, stay with her for a while, let She takes a postgraduate exam. If she loses all her knowledge, she will paint in the studio first. Then she will feel better before you go back."

As a master, he has been with his little apprentice for a long time, and he is an old world. At a glance, he can see his apprentice’s full of anxiety and hesitation, but Ma Cheng is also a little confused about it, but he feels that today’s apprentice will return to school immediately What does it look like?

Zhao Qianqian painted this painting for a long time. She sat there like a fixed statue, only her hands were moving repeatedly, and she didn't even know that she was hungry when she reached the meal.

Ma Cheng looked at Shan Jingqiu with some guilty conscience. After all, it is normal for them who are engaged in art to skip meals. If there is a punctual meal for three meals, it will become a different kind. Who said they all like to do it in one go?But now that he was shown in front of the little disciple's mother, he suddenly felt a sense of guilty conscience to abuse the child, which made him a little embarrassed.

He was observing the little apprentice’s painting carefully for a while, and finally looked at the right time, and quickly confiscated the paintbrushes, pulling the little apprentice and sitting at the table, the painting room was well ventilated. These meals were just asked by him. Someone you know brought up.

Zhao Qianqian is now full of the painting. Facing the dinner table forcibly sent by his mother and master, he just digs his head in rice, and doesn’t need to eat half a la carte. After two minutes, he finished his meal and ran to the easel. .

Ma Cheng explained embarrassingly: "The inspiration for this small order is fleeting. It is very important to us who paint. Therefore, it is not a bad meal to capture these inspirations within a limited time. "

Shan Jingqiu also nodded and said yes, after all, even the master had specially explained it.

After being silent for a while, Ma Cheng suddenly said: "In fact, Xiaodan, Qianqian is really talented." He said sincerely: "She has the superb empathy we said. To put it more abstractly, she painted His paintings can make people feel the emotions deep in them."

"Like Qianqian, there are not many people who love painting from the heart, forgetting to sleep and eat, and regard painting as an important part of their lives. If she gives up painting, I think it will be nothing to me and the art world. Little regret."

In fact, Shan Jingqiu didn't quite understand Qianqian's paintings, even if he changed the elementary level of painting urgently, he still hadn't seen this elementary skill before the painting was completed.

After waiting for a long time, the night was already late, Ma Cheng had taken Shan Jingqiu to the house to take a look, and forced Qianqian to eat again, even after that long, Qianqian just finished Mostly.

Ma Cheng and Shan Jingqiu slept on the table for a while, just waiting for the child who was addicted to painting to finish painting.

After a while, Qianqian finally stopped writing, she stared at the painting in front of her in a daze.

Black, gray, and bright yellow are widely used in the painting.

In the painting, large swaths of gray seem to be scattered randomly on it, but they were turned into a gray figure by incorruptibility. Standing in the middle of the canvas, the gloomy black next to her enveloped her, and some black spots had already splashed on her body, the background of the painting. The lines are intertwined with black and gray. Some of the lines are thread-like and wavy. They look gloomy, but only from the top of the drawing paper, three bright yellow lights shoot out, one of which is deeply enveloped in this area. Above the gray, but it has not yet invaded, the bright light has been exposed outside, but the inside is still gray..

Shan Jingqiu’s painting that was just exchanged for the junior level was tied up and busy, and when she looked closely, she could see at a glance the gloom and sadness in this painting, and she seemed to be able to read Zhao Qianqian himself from the painting. She thought, this might be a self-portrait of her daughter Qianqian at the moment.

Ma Cheng sees more. Compared with four years ago, Qianqian's brushstrokes are now much rougher, but the spontaneous vitality in the painting cannot be erased, even in this gloomy painting. However, it still maintains a positive force.

Ma Cheng has always praised this saying: "Qianqian, this painting of yours shows what you were in the past." What brush strokes can be practiced, but these spiritual and talented ones are the best if they are not changed. of……"

"Of course there are also areas that need improvement. For example, the details here are not handled properly and need to be rearranged."

Qianqian finished the painting heartily, only to feel 100% satisfied in her heart. She seemed to have really dug out the "me".

Tao Wan tried to attract Zhao Qianqian's attention just now when she was engrossed in her mind, but you must know that Qianqian was unstoppable when she painted seriously, and she didn't get her attention because she jumped around.

Now that the painting is finally finished, Tao Wan can finally rectify this person well.

Her mouth has always been merciless, especially for Qianqian, who now has an essential conflict of interest with her.

"Tsk tsk, what do you look like in a black ball and a gray ball? Are the three colors of black, gray, bright and yellow really good to see? As an art student, why don't you have any basic aesthetics?" Tao Wan doesn't sound good. One sentence after another: "Oh, hello, and the painting you painted is not as good as those painted by the students downstairs! This level is very good!"

She kept saying: "And you have worked so hard to paint for a day, and you haven't made a lot of money than I received an advertisement. What do you think you have in painting this?"

"If you really can make a lot of money, you can buy what famous calligraphy and painting you have. It's much better than you messing around here! Can your paintings be comparable to Van Gogh? If you can't, why bother to be so invested."

Zhao Qianqian, who has just been affirmed by Master Ma Cheng, is now very at ease. Her own master has praised herself again after a long time. Why should she come to chao customers not only for being unprofessional, but also deliberately?

Tao Wan's voice is loud: "You said that you are not a loser when you paint! There is a so-called winner in life who paints here every day, you should listen to me, and continue to be an Internet celebrity, of course I also know that you are not capable. , Then I will come."

But now the temptation of the devil is not temptation at all.

Zhao Qianqian just responded coldly: "When are you still qualified to judge whether someone else is a loser."

"Also, I haven't invited you to judge from beginning to end."

Tao Wanhua was choked. In fact, even if she is an outsider, she can consciously see the level of this painting. The more she thinks about the level of this painting, the more flustered she becomes. She has no physical control. Quan, if things go smoothly, how can she get her body back?

Tao Wan fell into thinking.

There were many scenes circling in her mind like a revolving lantern. Tao Wan did not harass Zhao Qianqian this time, but just smiled. There was a mountain high. She didn't believe that Zhao Qianqian passed the threshold so quickly.

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