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414. The High Mountains and Flowing Waters Fuling Clouds

There are also some considerations to gain.

As the original author, Wan Changsheng only earned 10% of the income. He always adhered to this way of profit that only by giving benefits can everyone make people get high.

It is difficult to spread widely with his own power.

In fact, he put in less energy, sold more textbooks, and got more.

When he was busy completing the follow-up work of the national joint recruitment, the main reason was that about 200 art candidates gave up the professional school examination at the Academy of Fine Arts level and went directly to Ningzhou No. 2 Middle School to start the college entrance examination intensive study. It was almost Christmas.

At this time, the 500,000 yuan after tax copyright income returned from the settlement turned out to be a Christmas gift from Wan Changsheng to Jia Huanhuan. I bought a house last year, and I bought a car this year?

Who knew that Jia Huanhuan, who had just got her driver's license, said: "I just drive Sister Wen's car. It's empty anyway, and I don't use it very much. I don't want to use it very much. I ask Zhong Zhong, don't spend money to buy a car. She usually uses it a lot. When she has a driver's license, she drives it. Sometimes she comes to see me and can pick me up and drop me off. It's so convenient. Save this money to go back to the Spring Festival and respect your mother and elders."

Wan Changsheng felt a little bit bad, and then suddenly remembered: "Oh, transfer 10% of the broker fee to Du Wen, and share the agreed income by 10%."

Jia Huanhuan said oh well.

Du Wen happily collected the money to Wan Changsheng and said, "Thank you, boss, but next time you'd better transfer it to me, so as not to Huanhuan think it's for the family use of the concubine."

Wan Changsheng scratches his head!

So when Su Munan came to find him, he was so careful that he sat directly in the Zhulu, which had no door, and received the speech.

As she came in, the friends of the Damei Club stretched their necks and looked at Shenshen curiously. Even if they didn't know, they would know who it was just a little pronounced by someone next to them.

For this person who has defeated Wan Changsheng's position as an assistant teacher in seal carving, Damei Society is united and should have hated him deeply.

Even if she is just a shield to be used, she doesn't know the intrigue behind her, she won't give her a good face.

But it is difficult to face Su Munan.

She may be the most irreverent beauty Wan Changsheng has ever seen.

The shoulder-length hair is very full, but it is also a bit messy. It is very simple to tie it up and the band is still many burrs. When Wan Changsheng was talking face to face, he wanted to use a lighter to light the lighter to be comfortable.

He was wrapped in a slightly bloated rice-coloured furry coat, and he couldn't tell his figure at all. He could only say that his face was naturally beautiful. He smiled very kindly when he saw everyone, and then showed a row of neat white teeth.

Who would be angry when facing such a girl?

When she was led to Zhulu by Wan Changsheng, she smiled and looked at the ancient wild fun around her with joy: "You Shumei students are very interesting. They have set up such a beautiful place next to the school. Can I write if I have time?"

Wan Changsheng made his expression more complicated and made an observation expression. He really wanted to tell whether the girl was stupid or concealed: "What's the matter with me?"

Su Munan signaled her phone: "Send a message to ask if you are here or not, you won't reply."

Wan Changsheng tried to explain: "I was originally a teaching assistant in the seal carving course, but I had different opinions with the head of the project team of the calligraphy and seal carving teaching and research department, so he found you to replace me. Generally speaking, after the handover is clear, we should stop contact because I don't want to help evil. At least I personally think so, and I don't plan to do it."

Su Munan opened her mouth in surprise. She had a big mouth and quickly closed it again: "Can you ask why you have different opinions?"

Wan Changsheng was not hesitant to explain, and explained the meme of blind calligraphy, and expressed his attitude towards calligraphy clearly: "I am not against independent professional calligraphy and seal carving, but at least the purpose should be to inherit the skills and to continue the original ancient tradition. In calligraphy and seal carving, he still blindly seeks innovation and change, that is, to lose the foundation and pursue the end. The profoundness of the tradition is enough to study for a lifetime, not to mention that the interpretation of calligraphy is such a sensational interpretation of calligraphy, which is a destruction of the reputation of the industry and I cannot participate."

Su Munan's expression slowly and serious, and the thoughts flashed through her eyes were finally not as silly and sweet as she showed. Then she asked unexpectedly: "Have you heard of sex books? Sex of gender."

Wan Changsheng just heard this name and laughed: "I don't know, nor do I want to know."

Su Munan nodded slightly: "This is an artist who won the third prize in the Youth Exhibition in the 1980s. Let's call him an artist. It's normal in the front, but it's infatuated with the latter. It's my master who insisted on kicking him out of the industry association, because this practice not only desecrated calligraphy, but also desecrated Chinese culture. But this kind of person is also proud and treats vulgarity as interesting."

Wan Changsheng, ok: "Thank you for understanding, so please take on the seal carving class and teach it well, that's fine. I'm really too busy here."

Su Munan's idea is drifting: "I heard that you organized someone to study and collect folks in Pingjing, especially the arrangements for going to the Palace Museum. Last time, I asked you to take me to see the palace copying and printing when you had a similar opportunity, and you agreed."

Wan Changsheng stared at the girl's expression and finally realized that whenever he talked about copying, there was a sudden gloriousness in his eyes, and a very warm brilliance.

It's similar to the enthusiasm when Lao Gou found out that he could engrave his marks.

He tried to ask Shen Shen: "How long have you learned seal carving?"

Su Munan finally smiled so hard that she didn't show her white teeth, her chest was straightened and her shoulders were slightly smiled formally: "The seventh generation disciple of Xiling inheritance, my calligraphy, painting and seals were all in contact since childhood. I have seen your seal. It seems that there is some shadow of the Hui school, but it doesn't seem to be very pure, but it is strong and the knife cutting style is the characteristics of our Xiling. I learned a little bit, but it is quite exciting. Where should I learn from?"

This is the characteristic of no first in literature.

Perhaps Lao Gou became a monk halfway through and was not inherited by a certain sect. He did not have preconceived ideas among sects. He simply liked the seal of Wan Changsheng, especially Wan Changsheng is known for his seal script, which is rare among young Chinese painters.

Even Lao Jing likes the seal of Wan Changsheng because Wan Changsheng has the characteristics of learning from others, which has a lot to do with their Palace Museum's daily imagination of various imitations and imitations.

But the seal carvings in the world are all in the free shipping area of ​​Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Hui.

The successor of the Northern School sounds very awesome, but it feels like it accounts for half of the country.

In fact, in the eyes of the seal carving industry in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Hui, it is similar to the eyes of the Jin Kingdom in the Southern Song Dynasty.

Wild land...

So Lao Jingtou was furious after listening to the fact that someone from Jiangsu and Zhejiang came to Wan Changsheng's teaching assistant seal carving class, and he was furious.

When the Hui School and Zhejiang School had a long history, the north did not have such a foundation.

Seal carving is also a profession that pays special attention to the background.

The sect is pure, and in some people's eyes, it is more important than whether this skill can be passed on.

If the Wudang Sect practices Shaolin stick techniques, it would be better to live on your own.

The status of the Xiling inheritance is almost equivalent to that of Wudang.

It seems that everyone else is merciful to a small sect like watching the gossip chain palm.

So Wan Changsheng doesn't like to talk about this with others: "Well, yes, I'm a country man carving it myself, and I don't care about where to learn from it. There are several masters."

Su Munan kindly reminded: "It is better to refine your style. If you are interested in taking my class, you can also be considered as the eighth generation disciple."

Made, the fourth generation of the successor of Laozi's Northern School, is the only Miaomiao, who is still interested in your little girl?

If you think that the Northern School seal carving is a bit ineffective and only four generations, then even if our ten-family seal carving skills are not calculated from a thousand years ago, there will be at least ten generations!

The Zhejiang and Hui factions actually began to flourish in the middle of the Qing Dynasty.

Can it be compared?

But this tone is not arrogant, but kind.

Wan Changsheng finally confirmed that this girl is a nerd temperament: "Thank you for your kindness. Now I just treat the Chinese painting skills of calligraphy, painting and printing as my daily hobbies, and focus on learning the professional sculpture..."

When he said this, Wan Changsheng suddenly remembered something, and pulled his sketchbook and recorded the sculpture, carving, seal script, seal carving, and a few words.

He talked about this original intention to Professor Gou in a nonsense, saying that he wanted to link seal carving and sculpture.

He was conceiving this new sculpture form these two days, and suddenly seemed to be inspired.

Su Munan could still see Wan Changsheng's font opposite the old and white Eight Immortals table: "The small calligraphy is a bit like a literal script. Your pen is not bad, how about your calligraphy?"

Wan Changsheng smiled and always respected those who were focused and persistent: "Teacher Su, I said that I am basically going to graduate from the Chinese Painting Department and will be a student in the Sculpture Department in the future. I welcome you to Shumei to teach seal carving courses, and I wish you a happy teaching. I just talked about going to the Pingjing Palace Museum. I think... January, if you have time in January, we will invite you to join us when we arrange for people to go to Pingjing. Is it okay?"

Su Munan looked at him. For several seconds, Wan Changsheng was wrong. He was no longer a scholar who put his personal interests on a stone and a piece of calligraphy. He did not need to talk to such a literary and artistic young woman who focused on the seal of the book.

He now knows that his gentle eyes sometimes give people other illusions.

Especially girls.

If he was a boy, he might be willing to say a few more words like he was facing Xu Chaohui.

But unexpectedly, Su Munan suddenly stood up, stood up calmly, leaned over and reached out to take Wan Changsheng's German special drawing pen from the Eight Immortals table, and wrote on the paper of the small sketchbook.

Poor Wan Changsheng, an all-round contestant in calligraphy, painting and seal, has seen such a woman for the first time.

Holding the pen with a wrist, but the pen is falling in a few ways: the green mountains are not ink for thousands of years, the green water is not stringed for thousands of years

At first glance, this brushwork is as clumsy and childish as a child who has just learned calligraphy at the age of three or five.

But in the eyes of experts, whether it is the traditional strokes or the simple and heavy structure, it is full of heroic spirit and spirit!

Many people may think that these seemingly descriptive and lyrical words are quite romantic.

But the last two lines that were not written are the popular masterpieces of eternal songs:

*******,*********.

Wan Changsheng let go of all his defenses without any prospects.

He is not a fool who becomes obsessed with listening to people recite poems.
Chapter completed!
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