Back To My Youth

Lao Cao lost a lot of money for this matter, and completely turned his face with this person. If Guo Jingyu didn't take the first place in his professional performance, Lao Cao's studio would be cold.

Wu Shuyou looked arrogant and arrogant. Everyone didn't have a good meal. He didn't only target Lao Cao, but also had nothing good to say about others.

Guo Jingyu is too lazy to care about him. He has seen many such people. Songzhuang painter villages are all over the place. Everyone thinks he is a modern and contemporary artist. Who will answer.

Guo Jingyu took out his phone and started replying to text messages.

His little boyfriend sent three messages today, especially standard greetings.

Guo Jingyu's heart softened when he saw it, with a smile on his brows and eyes. While replying to the message, he read the words sent by Li Tongzhou two or three times in his mind, and even looked at every punctuation mark.

Li Tongzhou soon sent another message: "I'm going to the capital to participate in the competition next week, how about I go to see you?"

Guo Jingyu's heart jumped, and he immediately replied: "Okay!" After sending it, he returned a series of villains dancing, he was so happy.

Li Tongzhou also posted a villain who reached out and hugged.

Guo Jingyu watched for a while, really wishing he could fly to him and hug him.

When he went back in the evening, Guo Jingyu talked with Lao Cao all the way, and said to him, "Mr. Cao, there is something I want to talk to you about."

Lao Cao smiled and said: "Don't be polite, I'm not a few years older than you, just call me Brother Cao."

"Brother Cao, what do you think of my sketch?"

"not bad!"

"Actually, I have better colors. I can pick any one of gouache, watercolor and oil painting. You can pick anyone in the studio, no matter whether it is a teacher or a student, I will not be any worse than him." Guo Jingyu didn't talk to him either. Politely, he said bluntly, "I'm not talking to you like this, I want to take the class in your studio."

Old Cao woke up from Ye Feng's beer, and looked at him blankly, "Substitute class?"

Guo Jingyu nodded: "I am a person, maybe I really have some talent, or you will test me tomorrow, and keep you satisfied."

Old Cao was skeptical, he really saw that Guo Jingyu was not like a freshman, the foundation was too solid, and it had an indescribable sense of familiarity.

The next day, after Lao Cao finished taking other students, he really called Guo Jingyu to his small studio and asked him to paint a gouache.

Lao Cao pondered that he did not see arrogant people in the Academy of Fine Arts. After all, everyone who studies art feels pretentious. Generally, this kind of person has never been beaten by society.

Lao Cao wants to teach this new student a lesson.

But he never imagined that the new classmate had only painted most of the painting, and he would be dumbfounded when he stood there by himself.

It's not how good it is, but this painting is too good for the test, especially the high-grade gray is very handy, the whole thing feels like a level higher than other paintings in the studio, not to mention Wu Shuyou, it is not worse than him. A few points, it is just what he wants, and everything is drawn into his heart.

Lao Cao stood behind him for a long time without saying a word, and finally complimented him.

Guo Jingyu thought to himself, this is no nonsense.

His foundation was laid by Lao Cao, and Mr. Zhong gave special guidance. He still only used gouache and adopted the style of taking exams. If he changed it, he would have to sit back and watch with a small bench. . His foundation may not be as solid as Lao Cao's, but after so many years of vision, he is definitely on the top ten.

Guo Jingyu was also looking at this gouache still life under his hand. In fact, he was not satisfied. After all, he hadn't started a painting for a long time, and he was a little rusty, but he was still very good at making a model painting in the studio.

Lao Cao praised him there, and Guo Jingyu changed it automatically, feeling that this person was complimenting himself completely, and he was secretly amused for a long time.

There are many people in Lao Cao's studio, and there will be some students coming in after a while. He saw Guo Jingyu's solid professional skills and was very satisfied. He nodded without talking nonsense and asked, "Jingyu, tell me, do you have any? No conditions?"

Guo Jingyu said: "The salary is arbitrary. I have three classes a week. I want to arrange the rest of the time myself, okay?"

Lao Cao thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay, that's it!"

Lao Cao discussed the specific time with him, and wanted him to practice in the studio for a few days, and then start the substitute class next week. Guo Jingyu thought about it and said, "I have something to do next Friday, so I have to go out."

Lao Cao's face was embarrassed: "Are you going out alone? Why don't you tell the life teacher, if something happens, it's not good to tell the parents."

Guo Jingyu said with a smile: "Don't worry, my classmates are here, just walk around and don't go far."

Lao Cao was worried and asked, "Are you a male student or a female student?"

Guo Jingyu said calmly, "Male classmate, I'm a little boy, and those who came to participate in the math competition are much better than me."

The reason why Lao Cao resumed classes back then was that he knelt down under the cultural class, especially mathematics. Few of the art students were good at mathematics. After hearing this, he immediately dispelled his doubts. A little worry allayed.

Can top students make mistakes? That's absolutely impossible.

The author has something to say: Small Theater①

N years ago:

Lao Cao drew according to Guo Jingyu, standing behind him.

Self-appreciated Lao Cao: "As expected of me, I brought it out, Niubi."