See things in a blur before looking at Zhu Feng, the neighborhood, only then did he feel what a rich man lives as a cow! There are four security guards at the door, saluting everyone who enters or leaves the community. What’s the feeling? Shu!
A security guard took Zhu Feng to the door of the community. He stopped him and asked, "Please register."
Zhu Feng wrote the number of several buildings in the registration form and then signed it. A reporter picked up the words and confirmed it with Han Lao before putting Zhu Feng in.
Adjusted her dress, Zhu Feng rang the doorbell, and a few seconds later, a woman knocked on the door and asked, "The master is waiting for you inside. Come on in."
Zhu Feng said thank you and walked to the room. Walking into the room gave Zhu Feng the feeling that he was riding a horse in it.
Sitting on the sofa, Han Lao got up and said with a smile, "Come and sit."
Zhu Fengxin went to sit next to Han Lao and said to him, "I’m sorry to bother you."
"No, I like being with young people so that I don’t feel old. You haven’t told me your name, have you?" Han Lao said to Zhu Feng.
Sorry, I scratched my head and introduced myself, "My name is Zhu Feng" and then continued, "I don’t know what to bring to give this painting to your old man for the first time. I hope I don’t dislike it."
Han Laoda laughed. "Hehe, I don’t lack anything here. You will be so broken."
Zhu Feng took out the painting and said, "This is not a purchase, it was given to me by the former teacher who taught me painting."
Han Lao carefully looked at the table and drew it for a long time before admiring, "It’s really good that your teacher’s painting level is very high."
PS was tired and fell asleep ~ Later, I updated it and looked at it, but I could hit a ticket to collect it … I went out by my brother ~ Everyone helped Gaga.
Chapter 19 Chickens are not as good as people
Zhu Feng Han Lao is in the studio. If the decoration in the big room is very artistic, there are all kinds of calligraphy and painting tables and various kinds of brush tools hanging on the wall. Seeing Zhu Feng’s eyes almost fall out.
Zhu Feng said to Han Lao, "I conceived a painting, but I don’t know that I always feel something is missing when I draw it."
Han Lao listened to Zhu Feng and thought for a moment and said, "Are you sure you have a good idea?"
"Yes, I want to draw a chicken, but it always feels wrong," said Zhu Feng, a little embarrassed.
Han Lao smiled. "You can draw a pair for me to appreciate now. Just draw a rough picture."
Zhu Feng painted according to the old Korean saying, but he felt awkward in any way, and stopped in the middle of painting.
Han Lao has been staring at Zhu Feng’s writing style, praising the young man for his solid foundation and skillful luck in some skills.
Zhu Feng let go of the brush and said awkwardly, "It still feels wrong."
"When do you feel this way? What about before painting? " Han Lao asked Zhu Feng.
Zhu Feng recalled that "Qiangen didn’t feel this way, and he could draw anything he wanted. It was only recently that he felt this way."
Han Lao patted Zhu Feng on the shoulder and said, "Do you remember the scene in the Accord? At that time, you said that you were thinking about orangutans. Maybe what you lacked was this feeling. What did the person or thing you portrayed want to express to everyone? You should grasp their characteristics and give people full imagination and association after painting, rather than just seeing them. "
Zhu Feng pondered and said, "I really want to be a little white."
"You have a solid foundation and good skills, but it is a necessary condition for painting. Everything has its negative side and positive side. It is a success for us to find the good side and paint it." Han Lao said to Zhu Feng.
At this time, knocking at the door interrupted Han Lao’s old saying, "What is it?"
"Miss Li is waiting for you in the living room," said the nanny.
"Let her sit down for a while and I’ll be right with you." Han Lao said and walked beside Zhu Feng and said, "I’m sorry to have another guest."
Zhu Feng quickly said, "I don’t need to digest what you are saying."
"Ha ha, then you can think about it here. Just make yourself at home." Han Lao said with a smile.
Zhu Feng nodded at Han Lao leave figure secretly grateful …
Han Lao said like an urchin when he saw the sofa woman, "I’m so poor. It took so long to know to look at my old man."
The sofa is a beautiful woman who got up and walked to Han Lao’s side and took his arm to coquetry and said, "Han Bobo’s family is not busy these days. I heard that you have a guest?"
Han Lao was in a good mood and laughed and said, "What must have happened when a talented young man came to see me today? Go ahead. "
"Uncle Han is the cleverest. I want you to show me how to draw a picture," said the beauty.
Han Lao hooked her nose with her finger and said, "I knew you wouldn’t come to me when you were fine. What do you want to draw?"
The beauty shook Han Lao’s arm and said, "I will often come to see you later. I want to draw a picture …"
At this time, Zhu Feng sat in a chair and repeatedly thought about the good side of the old Korean saying …
As time goes by, it’s already evening. It’s like grasping what it feels like. It’s a pity that Zhu Feng started to draw a few strokes and stopped drawing a few strokes at once. It seems that he tore up the drawing paper on the table and threw it to the ground because of Zhu Feng’s chagrin. At this time, he completely forgot that it was in someone else’s house.
At this moment, Han Lao walked into the room and saw Zhu Feng laughing. In his body, Han Lao saw that when he was young, he grew up and tore up the drawing paper and threw it everywhere because he couldn’t draw anything.
"Have a cup of tea will cheer you up." Han Lao walked to Zhu Feng with a cup of tea.
Zhu Feng thanked Han Laodao for receiving the teacup, and saw a piece of torn paper. Zhu Feng poof spit out the tea in his mouth.
"No, don’t worry, I often do." Han Lao comforted Zhu Feng.
Zhu Feng blushed and said, "I’m sorry, I forgot it was at your house."
"Well, you can draw at ease. I’ll let someone call you for dinner later." Han Lao smiled and turned and walked out of the room.
After drinking tea, Zhu Feng’s head is really awake. Although his thinking is not too clear, he can vaguely grasp something. Zhu Feng hurriedly picks up the pen and draws a new round. For four hours, Zhu Feng is depicting a chicken. Although it is an ordinary animal, he firmly believes that it will bring a different feeling. It is it. Zhu Feng grasps the feeling and keeps waving the pen in his hand.