Han Xiaomin probably saw the news in the group the next day, so she asked Wan Changsheng in a complaining tone: "You have a birthday! Why don't you tell me?"

Wan Changsheng himself doesn’t care about his birthday: “Everyone is happy to borrow my name.”

Han Xiaomin came back two days in advance with this name.

Well, Wan Changsheng asked her to communicate with Fisheryan about teenage education.

He read the message from Du Wen on his mobile phone: "I don't know who the character in this sculpture is, but you have a more and more calm personality. Being a team leader, a leader, or even a husband is good, but only for the artist, you don't seem unrestrained enough. Going to Italy is to let you feel the vigorous artistic vitality of the Renaissance, but the prosperity at that time is now retro. You have to lay a solid foundation. But both the elements of monk and classicism appear in this work. I think it's not good. You have always had maturity beyond your peers. This maturity can be a way of dealing with people, but it should not be your artistic vitality. If you become like an old pedan, it is not the immortal life I appreciate."

If anyone else in this world knows me so well and is so blunt, it might be Du Wen.

So Wan Changsheng stayed quietly in the office and read his new works for two days.

The clay sculpture was not turned back into the yellow clay, but drove it directly to the sculpture factory. The masters asked the model to be re-encapsulated and customized into a six-meter-high bronze statue.

Of course it is hollow and there is no extra weight, and the price is suitable for all ages.

He is not the kind of fool who ignores nothing for art. Since this work that has been hard-working for a month or two has not been successful in art, it will be used as a commercial product.

Guo Huaisheng, who was re-studying after the holiday, was a little puzzled when he saw it: "Hey, he is so fast, don't you show me the advice?"

Wan Changsheng self-examination: "As for the exercises, just try the rigorous realistic practice of classicism. Since it is creation, this level is not enough, and I take it for granted."

Guo Huaisheng raised his eyebrows: "Oh? That's not bad. This National Day holiday doesn't seem to be in vain. I have been thinking about something very much. I have always wanted to see when you can react. As a Chinese artist, where is your roots? Don't just hold on to the things that are not enterprising, nor do you just look at the things that are European and American countries and you are drooling. Your advantage lies in the deep traditional foundation, and you can also devote yourself to absorbing classical European and American styles with great concentration. I'm just waiting to see when you can react and where is your roots! In the traditional meaning of modern consciousness!"

Wan Changsheng was shocked and pretended to be surprised: "Did you deliberately look at me astray and then wait for me to hit a wall?"

Guo Huaisheng laughed: "Can you deeply realize the trade-offs if you don't try it yourself, don't worry, and don't suffer pain? I instill my opinion in you. What if I'm wrong? If you can't follow this path in the future, wouldn't you blame me for many years? Do you think graduate students are so easy to be? The main purpose of undergraduates is to master skills. Graduate students need to study the direction of the topic. You know your current identity and hurry up and do research!"

Wan Changsheng was like a wake-up call. Although he would not sweat profusely on his back, he also realized that if Du Wen had not been on the sidelines, he might have to walk a distance to realize the problem. At that time, he might have suffered a lot when he turned around.

This is just like Zhong Mingxia's own experiences. Even if Wan Changsheng can change her with his hand, he feels that it is best for her to work hard on her own. As long as it is very different, even if she fails to fall, she has to experience it herself to teach her a profound lesson.

Others always think that they are self-righteous in imagination for others and think that it is correct to make suggestions. In fact, only those who experience themselves can make changes that are most suitable for themselves.

He understands this principle when applied to others, but when he is in himself, he suddenly realizes it.

Guo Huaisheng observed the statue that had been turned into white gypsum, and finally asked the question: "Who is this monk? Your ancestors and seniors, I think you have deliberately modified this look."

Wan Changsheng had completely given up on this sculpture: "When Michelangelo carved David, I didn't know what David looked like. This is Zhu Bajie..."

What was Guo Huaisheng’s face full of surprise?

Wan Changsheng smiled proudly: "Zhu Shixing, whose Dharma name is Bajie, is actually a high-ranking monk from the Three Kingdoms period, a man from 1,800 years ago. He is the first monk to obtain the scriptures in the West in history. In the current words, Bajie in Journey to the West is the author paying tribute to his predecessors."

Guo Huaisheng suddenly realized: "That's it, I thought Buddhism had been spreading into Middle-earth for less than a thousand years..."

Then stared at it for a while: "Switch to stainless steel, I'll calculate the cost price for you. The price is about the same. You can learn about the charm of the material through this statue and don't waste this opportunity."

Wan Changsheng said nothing.

Next, his key activity area became a sculpture factory.

A few days after the festival, Xu Chaohui took his mother to Rongdu. Fisherman wanted to take leave and follow her, but Du Wen sent a message to warn her that it was not a good sign that this freshman took leave just after school started.

Wan Changsheng reminded her that too much is not enough, and that she should not put any psychological pressure on Xu Chaohui at this time, so the girl actually broke a large bottle of paper cranes for Xu Chaohui overnight before returning to Pingjing.

Xu Chaohui finally took the bottle away, but did not take Amyra.

The reason is that when I went there, I was basically staying in a constant temperature and sterile ward that was completely isolated from the outside world. Even the family members could only use the phone to conduct a double-layer sealed glass window through the phone.

The purpose is to further use the most ruthless method to destroy the remaining cancer cells in the body, completely clear them, and then reintroduce paired stem cells, which is equivalent to formatting the entire body and reinstalling the system.

This stage does not allow any complications and infections, and may be taken away at any time.

So I couldn't accompany Amyra to visit Rongdu, so I had to ask my master these days.

Wan Changsheng pretended to be relaxed and drove the mother and son to the train station. Before saying goodbye, he reminded: "My father also died of cancer, but obviously the times have changed. In more than ten years, the probability of your survival is much greater in terms of medical standards. At least my father was helpless at that time and had no choice but to spend money. We did not open our eyes to the world. The idea and channel for treatment abroad is possible now. This is the change of the times. You have realized your transformation and spiritual transformation. So what is left now is the body. You are truly reborn and reborn. You must carry the belief of survival. For us, for the sake of Yanzi, and your mother, survive with the treatment."

Xu Chaohui focused his head and waved goodbye.

His mother, who didn't speak much, followed behind and bowed to Wan Changsheng.

Amyra waved her hand with Wan Changsheng, and after a while, she looked up: "He said he might die?"

Wan Changsheng shook his head: "Everyone will die. You can die in obscurity under the ground, or you can burn beautiful sparks to illuminate others. Let's go... I'll take you to see this city by the way. Next time I have the chance to take you to see other cities. China is very big and beautiful."

Amyra looked back several times, looking at where Xu Chaohui disappeared.

After nearly two months of living together, Xu Chaohui not only helped him live a life that adapts to China, but also gave him brotherly comfort and care.

Perhaps Xu Chaohui is also reviewing himself, why his brother treats him like that, so he has indeed completely changed now.

By the way, Amyra was able to stammer a few words in Chinese in addition to increasing her English vocabulary.

When the master and apprentice walked on the bustling pedestrian street in the city center, Amyra could even raise her phone to take a video and send it to her family, and then she also gave it a sentence in Jiangzhou dialect: "So domineering!"

This made Wan Changsheng's slightly depressed mood laugh, and he rarely talked about Amyra's family.

It turned out that he and his mother lived in a villa area in the suburbs. Due to customs, his mother basically had no chance to visit the city, so he had never seen such prosperity since he was a child. In addition, his brothers didn't like him, so he was often bullied at school. After all, any school he attended was a royal family member, which made most people lose their special nature in disguise.

This kind of life that is so angry that he can only paint in vain all day long. The only one who appreciates his painting skills is his only sister.

It was through his mother, the father who didn't meet often, that he realized that he liked to draw.

So after coming to Jiangzhou, he didn't miss his life in his hometown at all, but he just missed his mother and sister very much.

Wan Changsheng walked through an extremely rare art gallery on the streets of Jiangzhou Pedestrian Street, led Amyra in, and expressed thoughtfully in English words: "If you can become a painter and a famous painter in the future, maybe you can dominate your own destiny, and go back to see your mother and sister, and change their destiny. Isn't this a hero?"

The eleven-year-old child walked in the gallery and looked at the poorly made works on the wall: "Draw it like this?"

Wan Changsheng smiled: "You will definitely draw better than all these!"

Amyra listened and couldn't wait to go back after coming out of the gallery, and she had to hurry up and draw.

If a child has such motivation in his heart, what kind of results will he burst out?

Amyra's growth trajectory remains to be verified, but Zhong Mingxia's growth is imminent.

Wan Changsheng, who was devoted to the sculpture factory and training school, paid little attention to the work of this portrait model.

That day, he was carefully learning stainless steel argon arc welding technology. The familiar master greeted him on the shelf: "Beauty is here to find you!"

When Wan Changsheng looked up, Zhong Mingxia came up with joy: "A professor asked me to be a calligraphy model, saying that he would not take it off all, and he could take me to Pingjing for the exhibition..."

It’s really a pot that doesn’t open to pick up.
Chapter completed!