When the president was in Yong, he asked someone to investigate Jiang Xinran's affairs.
I learned that Jiang Xinran's painting style is not only realistic, but also he is good at flower and bird painting, just like Yu Yong.
Every profession has its own expertise. The style and content of Jiang Xinran's paintings are too different from the picture of the old man with a dead tree, so when the president saw Jiang Xinran, he was not that excited.
As he spoke, he slowly unfolded the picture of the old man with the dead tree.
Yu Yong stared at the picture intently. He was wondering why the president would meet Jiang Xinran. When he saw the picture of the old man with the dead tree, he finally understood.
He has high attainments in Chinese painting. Although not as good as the president, he can also recognize the spirit and quality of a painting. This picture of an old man with a dead tree has certain flaws in layout and technique. The painter seems impetuous, but the artistic conception has reached a certain level.
It is a very spiritual painting.
"I recognize this box, and this painting..." Yu Yong calmed down and thought for a long time before slowly explaining, "President, you may not know that I have another niece. My brother-in-law has always hoped that I could take her in to learn painting. This painting was sent to me by him..."
Jiang Xinran, who was beside him, went from being shocked to being terrified, and the fingernails hanging on both sides could not help but dig deeply into the palms of his hands.
Jiang Xinran didn't breathe a sigh of relief until Yu Yong finished his last sentence.
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Listening to Yu Yong's explanation, the president frowned slightly, "You mean, this painting was not drawn by your niece, but was found by your brother-in-law in order to get you to accept him as a disciple?"
If this painting was really painted by Meng Fu, a girl under 20 years old, then she has unlimited potential. If it was painted by a master of traditional Chinese painting, then it would have little value. These students under 20 years old can still make qualitative progress, but a master of traditional Chinese painting has reached the ceiling and it is difficult for him to make further progress.
"I asked her," Yu Yong had calmed down now, and slowly explained to the president, "She only studied Chinese painting for a few months, and her learning was disorganized, so it couldn't be her."
Yu Yong already knew what kind of person Meng Fu was.
If she really had achievements in this area, she wouldn't be stuck in the entertainment industry now.
Yu Yong was too confident. After all, she was his niece and he would not hide anything. After listening to this, the president nodded slightly, said nothing more, and let the two leave.
Yu Yong and Jiang Xinran came here with great excitement, but their joy was in vain.
Yu Yong was relieved. He didn't plan to hold too much expectations. He just turned around and said to Jiang Xinran, "You and your mother go back first. I'll go see them."
Yu Zhenling was still waiting anxiously outside the door for news from the two. When she saw Jiang Xinran coming out, she hurried over to him, her eyes sparkling: "What happened? What did the president say to you?"
Seeing Yu Zhenling, Jiang Xinran opened his mouth, but subconsciously didn't mention the incident with Meng Fu, "He made a mistake."
Here, Meng Fu had already finished her meal with Mr. Jiang.
Mr. Jiang wanted to send her back, but Meng Fu refused. She tilted her head and said, "No, my assistant will take me to the training camp later."
"Well then," the old man set his eyes on the car approaching not far away, "I'll watch you go first."
Zhao Fansu, Su Di and Su Cheng didn't like the Jiang family very much. Su Cheng parked his car far away on the opposite side and turned on the headlights.
After Meng Fu got in the car, the old man withdrew his gaze. He looked at Jiang Quan and put away his smile, "Don't look for your wife next time you have dinner."
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The next day.
Training camp dormitory.
Chu Yue just walked out of the dormitory and saw Meng Fu running back in the morning. She glanced at Meng Fu, paused, and said, "Meng Fu, Ye Shuning has been strengthening his training these days. Why don't you go to class?"
She was talking about Lu Haichao's class.
Meng Fu put on the hood of her sweatshirt and went to get a towel to take a shower: "Go and see your sister."
"Oh." Chu Yue said, there are six people in the group, the others don't have as many opportunities as Ye Shuning, but they also work hard to train their performance programs, just to avoid being so embarrassed on the international stage.
She took the mask and put it on herself, took a step, then remembered something, turned around, looked at Meng Fu's back, and seemed to want to say something but stopped herself.
Meng Fu didn't even turn his head, and said concisely: "Speak."
"Just..." Chu Yue said with a straight face, "My sister said thank you..."
"You're welcome." Meng Fu put the towel on her shoulders and thought of something. "Is she cute?"
Speaking of her sister, Chu Yue showed a different expression on her face, which was rare. "She's OK."
"I'll go see your sister when I have time." Meng Fu closed the bathroom door.
Chu Yue stood outside the door and breathed a sigh of relief.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw Zhao Fan raising his hand to knock on the door.
Zhao Fan came here today to discuss variety shows with Meng Fu. After greeting Chu Yue, she waited for Meng Fu in the dormitory.
Meng Fu was taking a shower and she didn't urge her. She just lowered her head and frowned as she flipped through the long contract in her hand. "A Star's Day" will be aired this week. The topic on Weibo is already building momentum. Che Shao and the other two men are fine, but you and Sheng Jun will definitely be dragged down."
"Best Idol" has just finished airing, and Meng Fu has been a hot topic recently. "A Day in the Life of a Celebrity" obviously doesn't want to miss this popularity.
"The finals qualifiers are on the night after the live broadcast," Zhao Fan said with a headache, "the schedule is too tight."
As she was talking, a rapid ring rang out. Zhao Fan took a look and saw that it was Meng Fu's phone on the table. The caller was from an unknown local number. "It's a local number."
Zhao Fan looked up and shouted towards the bathroom.
She has always respected Meng Fu's privacy.
"Answer it." Meng Fu's voice came faintly from the bathroom.
Zhao Fan picked up the phone. It was a call from the Painting Association.
When Meng Fu came out of the bathroom, she saw Zhao Fan sitting on her chair, looking thoughtful.
Meng Fu was wearing a loose long T-shirt, holding a towel in her hand and casually pressing it on her head. She dragged Chu Yue's stool next to her and sat down, with her legs slightly crossed.
"You had dinner with your grandfather last night. Did you tell your uncle that you wanted to become his disciple? The General Painting Association asked you to go there," Zhao Fan put the document down, surprised, "If that's the case, then you won't be criticized too much in this live variety show..."
The last time Yu Zhenling mentioned the Painting Association, Zhao Fan wanted Meng Fu to agree.
"No." Meng Fu wiped her hair while moving her computer over and turning it on.
"Then why did the Painting Association look for you?" Zhao Fan opened his mouth.
Meng Fu took a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap with one hand, and said lazily, "Who knows."
**
Although he was not sure what the Painting Association meant, Zhao Fan still urged Meng Fu to go to the Painting Association.
In the eyes of ordinary people, the existence of the General Painting Association is like Beijing University in the capital, which are places where immortals gather.
Some people haven't even seen it.
The T City General Painting Association is also a tourist attraction, but like Peking University, one must have a student ID to enter the Painting Association, so it is extremely mysterious in the eyes of ordinary people.
Zhao Fan brought Meng Fu to the Painting Association. The people inside confirmed that it was the president looking for Meng Fu, and they respectfully took Meng Fu and Zhao Fan to the president's office.
"President of the Painting Association?" Zhao Fan's expression changed.
She naturally knew who the president of the Painting Association was. To her, this was no different from a beggar suddenly hearing that the county magistrate wanted to see her in person.
The president changed into a green long-distance running outfit today.
He had slightly gray hair and a gentle face, but when Zhao Fan looked at him, he felt an indescribable majesty that made people dare not look directly into his eyes.
"Sit down," the president raised his hand towards them, and asked someone to bring out last night's painting. He glanced past Zhao Fan and looked at Meng Fu, his tone also sounding kind, "I came to you today to ask you, who painted this painting?"
As he spoke, the people around him had already lifted up the painting.
Zhao Fan raised her head and glanced at the painting that was lifted up. As an outsider, she couldn't figure out what was going on.
But the painting mentioned by the president of the Painting Association must be not simple.
Zhao Fan couldn't help but look at Meng Fu again.
Meng Fu had been looking down at her phone. When she heard the question, she looked up and glanced at the painting. She said calmly, "I drew it."
"Puff——" Zhao Fan, who had been nervous, couldn't help but turn his head to look at Meng Fu.
The bottom of his eyes couldn't bear to look directly at it.
She drew it?
Zhao Fan couldn't help but think of the information he filled out when he signed Meng Fu on the first day. Meng Fu only filled out information about interviews. He was not good at any of the arts, let alone studying.
He actually said such big words now, and to the president of the Painting Association. If this were to get out, Zhao Fan could imagine what kind of negative news would be sweeping the Internet. She winked at Meng Fu fiercely.
"You?" The president narrowed his eyes slightly, looked into Meng Fuqing's sharp eyes, and couldn't help but laugh.
"Yeah." Meng Fu nodded again. Although she was beaten out by her master, she dared to take responsibility for her actions.
The president put away his smile, asked the people around him to set out the rice paper and painting tools, and looked at Meng Fu calmly: "Here are the paper and brushes, draw another one for me to see."
When Zhao Fan heard this, all the pores on his body exploded and he suddenly turned to look at Meng Fu. The president is not so easy to fool!
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