Chapter 44 Why I Don't Have a Good Dad...
Shanshan handed over the paintings of his roommates one by one.
The top one is Xu Bailing's oil painting, which is a landscape and figure painting "The Harvest Woman".
A few teachers saw this oil painting first, and then couldn't move their eyes away. How many brushes does this student oil painting have!
The fields are just average, but the peasant woman who harvests the rice is very vivid, with a thoughtful expression, what is she thinking?
Generally speaking, when there is a good harvest, it should be full of joy, but this peasant woman is extremely worried, and the action of cutting rice is very well outlined.
Western countries are not rich in products, and they are good at painting people's bodies and manners.
"This is the top three!"
They discussed around this painting, because they are teachers of traditional Chinese painting, and they are not very proficient in oil painting. After a while, another professor of oil painting came in. When he saw this oil painting, his eyes were amazed.
Professor Sun asked, "What is she worried about?" The
oil painting professor observed carefully for a few minutes, "I see, look at her abdomen, she is pregnant." She was pregnant
and still working, perhaps to feed the newborn. ponder.
The professor of oil painting is wearing a suit and looks five or six years younger than his actual age. He looks like an elite. "The anthropology of oil painting is very delicate. This little bulge is not fat, but pregnant. The human body and expression of oil painting are Chinese painting cannot be surpassed."
Professor Sun snorted, "Everyone has their own strengths." The
oil painting professor praised, "As expected of a student of my oil painting department! The shape and connotation are applied to the extreme, and the composition is poor. This year's art festival must be "" The Harvest Woman is number one!" The
two Chinese painting teachers were used to being bullied by oil paintings, Professor Sun frowned, but the oil painting in front of him was too short, and he couldn't find a reason to refute it.
Shanshan stood behind the assistant teacher, trying to minimize his presence.
Oil painting suppresses traditional Chinese painting from all aspects, and even more students apply for calligraphy than traditional Chinese painting. This is the truth.
Professor Sun sighed, poked his head around, and asked Shanshan, "Are there any other works?"
Shanshan went to the table where the calligraphy works were stored, and handed over Jing Meizhi's works.
Another teacher squeezed in at the door, "What are you doing, didn't you agree to comment together tomorrow? You won't take me to the small meeting!"
Shanshan was about to hand over his Chinese painting, but was pushed out by several teachers.
The one who just entered the room was a white-bearded professor who was skinny and taught calligraphy. He didn't look at the oil painting, but his eyes were captured by the calligraphy on the table.
Twisting his hands together, the white beard rose to the sky, "Miao, Miao! The bones and willow tendons are firm but not hard, soft and not weak, and the ink is rich, but the strength is a little weak at the end."
Several other teachers looked at it, Everyone will appreciate the calligraphy, "It's really wonderful." The
white-bearded professor stroked his beard, "The first place in this year's art festival is my calligraphy major! I'm sorry, colleagues!"
The oil painting professor in a suit raised his eyebrows, " You have a big tone, look at this oil painting!"
Professor Whitebeard leaned over to look at it, it was really good, and smiled awkwardly, "Ah, it's really wonderful. But, but! This calligraphy is still the best."
Oil painting professor: "Open your eyes and talk nonsense!" The
white beard professor said, "I am old and my eyes are neither nearsighted nor farsighted, yet you still wear glasses! You are blind when you open your eyes!" The
oil painting professor took off his glasses with a slam, "Plain glasses, no prescription. "The
professor of oil painting took off his glasses, and he became much uglier when he was old.
The white-bearded professor pointed at him, "How old are you, and you still pretend to be young! You Western painters are doing all these gestures!
" There are endless top students in the country, but on the side of Chinese painting, alas!
Professor Sun suddenly thought, "Shanshan, do you still have a painting to hand in?"
Shan Shan, who was pushed to the office door, was able to hand in his Chinese painting. The upper left corner of the painting was a little crumpled.
The eyes of the three professors all fell on the Chinese painting that had just been handed in. The space was not large, and the inscription on the lower right corner read: The White Goose by the Pond was created by Yu Shanshan on Gengwu Day, the first month of the lunar year of Xin Chou.
These two rows of small characters, Professor Whitebeard's beard almost exploded, just these few characters are much better than the calligraphy just now! Not a class font.
The eyeballs of the two professors of traditional Chinese painting and oil painting fell on the painting, mist, two or three branches of bamboo, a dark green pond, three white geese of different shapes... There are dozens of brushwork techniques alone, and there are also mineral pigments Clever use.
Professor Sun's heart beat heavily, and his fingertips trembled.
The professor of oil painting is lacking in the understanding of artistic conception, but this painting obviously made him sink into it. He has always believed that an excellent painting can directly give people an intuitive feeling, rather than imposing interpretations on the viewer.
He has always disapproved of the so-called false artistic conception of "emphasizing sorrow for new words". He always thought that the sense of artistic conception of contemporary people has disappeared, and it is impossible to achieve the natural artistic conception of the ancients, the unity of Tao and heart.
He was unable to make paintings full of artistic conception, so he switched to oil painting and paid more attention to technical expression.
It is probably the romantic feelings of poets engraved in the DNA of Chinese people. This painting "White Goose by the Pond" made the oil painting professor once again feel the beauty of nature and harmony advocated by Taoism, as well as the concern and love for life at a higher spiritual level. Ideal feelings.
"It should be the first." The oil painting professor murmured, and at the same time he was also happy for the Chinese painting major from the bottom of his heart, "Professor Sun...Professor Sun?" The
oil painting professor suddenly found that something was wrong with Professor Sun, "Professor Sun!
" Heart, his assistant teacher hurried forward, "Professor's blood pressure has risen!"
Several people quickly helped Professor Sun sit down, opened the window, and let him calm down for a while.
The teaching assistant took out a nifedipine tablet from the drawer, "Professor, take one."
After taking one pill orally, Professor Sun took a few breaths, and the heartache felt better, and he slowly recovered.
The assistant teacher helped Professor Sun measure blood pressure, and the blood pressure soared extremely high.
Professor White Beard said, "Old Sun, I can't, I can't."
He said that he couldn't, but he can understand it. If this student is from his calligraphy department, hehe.
Professor Sun didn't bother to pay attention to his sarcastic remarks.
Seeing him like this, the professor of oil painting didn't continue to provoke him, "You can major in traditional Chinese painting... He Zhizhou left, and Yu Shanshan came. Now the first place is not from our oil painting major, tsk tsk tsk, next year we will be assigned to our major I don't know how many resources there are."
He Zhizhou? Professor Sun remembered, oh, the lover of Professor Li next door.
Yu Shanshan's painting is much better than He Zhizhou's. Although He Zhizhou is touted as the youngest master of Chinese painting, he is still a little immature, so they can still be He Zhizhou's teacher, but Yu Shanshan's painting of flowers and birds is beyond their reach.
In the history of world art, my country's flower-and-bird painting is in the first place. It is actually the wisest choice to paint flower and bird paintings in the competition.
China has a vast land and rich resources, including plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, rare animals, cranes, peacocks, etc., and is influenced by Taoism, advocating nature.
Western paintings are good at depicting people, but there is an obvious shortage of flowers and birds.
Professor Sun is not someone who likes to brag, so he had to brag well this time, "Shan Shan, this painting, was taken to the national competition, and it won the first place."
The other teachers couldn't find a reason to refute. Indeed, the college There are Chinese painting talents here, and they are honored.
Professor Sun waved away the other teachers' fingers like a baby, and kept them away from the painting. Contaminate this handed down work.
Suddenly noticed that the upper left corner of the painting was a little wrinkled, and asked angrily, "Who made it? Who made it wrinkled?" The
assistant teacher explained weakly, "All the teachers were crowded just now. The professors came here for oil painting and calligraphy. Squeeze out the mountains."
Professor Sun pressed Ya with a book, feeling very distressed, and looked around the office, "Where is Shanshan?" Then
he left again. Don't let the child run away this time!
Professor Sun rushed out of the door and looked down from the balcony on the second floor. Shanshan was walking to the green belt downstairs, "Shanshan, wait, wait, come up."
Shanshan looked up, she had just handed in her painting and left.
"Come up, Shanshan."
Seeing that the professor's expression was not right, Shanshan went back the same way and returned to his office.
Several teachers were looking at her with smiles.
Professor Sun had a lot of prejudices against Shanshan before, thinking that young children joining the entertainment industry are fascinated by glitz, but Shanshan is not, she is going to sublimate!
He said, "Before, I had a prejudice against you. I thought that young children joining the entertainment circle were fascinated by the glitz, but now I find that you are not, you are going to study! Sure enough, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. This picture of a white goose by the pond , only dozens of brushwork techniques are used, and the use of ore pigments is harmonious to the extreme. The beauty of natural harmony advocated by Taoism is vividly displayed in this painting, and we can still feel the ideal feelings of concern and love for life. Excellent, true Excellent, you are much better than the teachers when they were young."
Shanshan smiled slightly, "Thank you, Teacher Sun."
Professor Sun wanted to praise a few more words, but couldn't help coughing.
Looking at his face, Shanshan saw that Professor Sun must have been too excited before, which caused his blood pressure to rise. There was still a medicine bottle of nifedipine tablets on the desk, and his condition was under control, so he said, "Mr. Sun, you Take a good rest first."
Several teachers did not examine the reasons in detail, but were surprised by some of the painting techniques, "Shanshan, what technique do you use here?"
Shanshan explained one by one.
Several teachers sighed, "Wonderful, wonderful, I only know that ink stains are mostly used in landscapes, but I didn't expect that ink stains are used here."
Several teachers discussed for a long time, and students came to Professor White Beard and Oil Painting one after another, "Class is over, why are you still here!"
Does time go so fast? The two professors walked away reluctantly.
After the two of them left, Professor Li, He Zhizhou's teacher, who had just finished class, passed by and walked into Professor Sun's small office.
Professor Sun's office is too busy today, people come in and out.
Professor Li was very pleasantly surprised when he saw this "White Goose by the Pool".
Professor Sun smiled and said, "How about it, is it much better than you, He Zhizhou?"
Professor Li had to admit, "Yes, as the saying goes, there are mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people!"
Seeing outstanding young people, The two professors of traditional Chinese painting were very pleased.
Shanshan chatted with the two professors for a while, glanced at his watch, and found that more than an hour had passed, and said apologetically, "Teachers, I'm sorry, I still have an appointment, and we will talk next time when I have time."
"Okay, okay." Professor Sun said, "It's delayed your time."
Professor Li suddenly thought that Shanshan had helped He Zhizhou change the paintings in the program, "Shanshan, do you have your handwriting on your roommate's oil paintings and calligraphy?"
Shanshan's face froze, She said unnaturally, "Yes, yes..." After she finished the exam, she helped her roommate change some. Xu Bailing's Chinese painting had already been handed in, so she didn't change Bailing's.
The two professors laughed, "So that's the case. Shanshan doesn't have to be afraid, the instructor will also change the works for the students, so it's okay."
Shanshan breathed a sigh of relief, the instructor can change, but the students can't. A professor is helping her, pretending not to know.
The school is an ivory tower, less sinister.
"Thank you teacher, I'll go first."
After Shan Shan left, the two old professors picked up the "Women with a Harvest Harvest" and the brush calligraphy just now, feeling quite elated, "As expected, the teachers majoring in oil painting and calligraphy are very happy. It was changed by Shanshan, hahahaha."
They heard that Yu Shanshan was leaving tomorrow, so they took the lead in the academy to finish the judging of the art festival awards in advance tonight.
The first is undisputed.
Regarding the second place, the white beard professor and the oil painting professor competed to the death and were evenly matched. This is not a fight between the two of them, but the entire major is fighting for the second place, which is about the allocation of teaching resources in the coming year.
As for the fourth place, the teachers of the photography department found that the photography was quite good.
It was originally expected that the evaluation would end in two and a half hours, but it dragged on for five hours, making noise until midnight.
The white beard professor was quarreled to take oxygen, the problem is that he can't leave yet, he is Ding Haishenzui, a calligraphy major, without him, Jing Meizhi's calligraphy will be in the third place, and the money allocated to their college will change. few!
Professor Sun snorted and returned it unchanged, "Professor Nian, no, no."
"You!" Professor Whitebeard took an extra breath of oxygen.
This time, the Chinese painting major is really awesome, you guys are arguing, anyway, the first place is ours! In previous years, He Zhizhou's traditional Chinese paintings had to compete with oil paintings for the first place. This year, "White Goose by the Pond" was unanimously agreed, so there is no need to compete.
Professor Sun sat on his seat with a godlike presence, and changed the last big question of the students.
They were arguing in the front, and the teaching assistants were correcting the test papers in the back. Yu Shanshan had a perfect score of 100, Xu Bailing was second with 89, Jing Meizhi was third with 79, Guo Anni was fourth with 78, and the remaining twelve were in their early 60s. A total of sixteen people passed. Fifty-four failed.
The exam was really miserable this time. He asked the professor if he wanted to relax a bit on the last big question, but the professor is famous for being strict, so he directly gave seven or eight points for the last big question. No water was given to the students.
When the final scores were counted, the assistant teacher reported, "Xu Bailing, Jing Meizhi, and Guo Anni are all Shanshan's roommates."
A knowing smile appeared on Professor Sun's rigid face, "These guys handed in the papers ahead of time. Okay, Shanshan should give them extra lessons."
"Shanshan probably doesn't have time to give them extra lessons, so I can at most draw the key points." The assistant teacher said. Shanshan has been broadcasting live all the time, and there is no class, so there is no time to make up lessons for others.
Professor Sun's eyes were sharp, "How do you know so clearly?" The
assistant teacher was surprised, it's over, the identity of the fan is about to be discovered, Professor Sun usually doesn't like the showbiz chasing stars. He explained with an unnatural expression, "Didn't you see the latest hot search?"
"What hot search? I don't read Weibo."
My idol is very strong, so the assistant teacher took out his mobile phone, turned it on, Oops, unlocked, Oops!
The screen saver and wallpaper of the mobile phone are both mountains and mountains.
Professor Sun took a deep look at the young assistant teacher, "...show me Weibo."
Professor Sun watched it for a long time...
Finally, the professors finished arguing, and Professor Sun was still watching, and the assistant teacher was very distressed I only have 2% of the battery left, and I don't know if I can take a taxi home with this little electricity.
At this time, the assistant teacher also finished entering the students' grades.
At 12:32 in the evening, I posted in the class group: [The mid-term results of "Appreciation of Chinese Painting Art" have been registered, and students can go to the campus website to check their test results. In addition, the pass rate this time was 22.85%, and one student got full marks. 】
【Teacher, who is the perfect score? ! God! 】
Assistant teacher: 【It's Yu Shanshan's classmate. ]
[Oh my god, she's been missing classes for a long time! Too strong! 】
【My goddess, Shanshan! My example, my light! 】
【...Let's see if I've passed or not, let's brag here. 】
Even if he doesn't say it, other students will know about it later. The assistant teacher smiled knowingly, my idol is amazing. woo woo woo woo!
[54 students failed, oh my god! I don't dare to check my grades, woo woo woo woo! I'm definitely failing! 】
【I don't dare either! Help, this year's midterm is too difficult! ]
[Why didn't the teacher put some water in the last question! I cried to death! 】withdraw.
[Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't say it! 】
The people in the Shanshan dormitory are still awake.
Because they are enjoying Shanshan's bone pinching, looking at the obviously smaller faces, they can't fall asleep!
The mandible has really become a little smaller, and the nose has really become a little bit straighter, which is amazing.
Jing Meizhi stretched her long legs, put on a mask, and suddenly said, "The mid-term results of "Appreciation of Chinese Painting Art" are out! So fast, the teacher is not sleeping?! Ahhh, help, 54 people failed!"
"Woo Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! and!
So many people failed to pass the exam, so many people failed the exam, and the pass rate is only 22%...that's too cruel!!"
Several people screamed.
"Ah, the first place is Shanshan, and it's still 100 points! Fuck, f*ck, f*ck! As expected of Dad!"
Shanshan was playing with a new computer, which Niuben brought her in the afternoon, and brought her a new set. clothing.
Shanshan said, "I've checked it for you."
Several of them knew the student ID and password of their dormitory, because they often helped each other download and print some materials, and looked at each other's scores without any sense of shame.
Several people's hearts raised their throats. Xu Bailing covered her ears, she majored in traditional Chinese painting, it would be too embarrassing if she failed.
Shanshan said with a smile, "Congratulations to everyone who passed the test!"
Everyone burst into cheers and hugged Shanshan tightly, "Shan, my treasure, my life!"
Shanshan was strangled by them, and after they calmed down for a while, they continued to report their results, "Second place Xu Bailing 89, the third place Jing Meizhi 79, and the fourth place Guo Anni 78 are all from our dormitory.”
Jing Meizhi laughed wildly, her mouth almost bursting with laughter, “Hahahaha, I am actually the third place haha Haha. "
Guo Anni held the armrests of the iron bed in the bedroom and danced with excitement
. Twisting her waist and hips alluringly, "Oh yeah~ Dad, oh yeah yeah yeah, my dad, dad~"
Tonight is a sleepless night.
No one in the next bedroom passed the exam, so they covered their ears uncomfortably, why don't I have a good father.
Time went back to six hours ago, somewhere on an unnamed small island.
Under the setting sun, the sea breeze was blowing, and today's sea breeze was particularly wild. Three men stood in the small courtyard, looking at the coast not far away.
Are they looking at the scenery? No, whenever a ship docked, the three of them would stretch their necks and look out to see if the people who came back were tall, short, fat, or thin.
Just watched for an entire afternoon, the eyes of the three of them were lonely under the sunset, why didn't she come back.
【It's hard to live without Shanshan. ]
[I can't eat well, I can't sleep well. Forget it, part-time work is boring. ]
[Hahahaha, Wangshanshi. 】