Chapter 89： All roads lead to Rome

Seeing that there were so many people crowded here, Wu Zhengsi walked over curiously, but saw that everyone was pointing at the ground, and Wu Mei was squatting in the middle. blinked.

"Who drew these monkeys?"

"Mr. Wu, it's eyebrows, it's pretty good, right?" Mei Shuhan said with a smile.

Wu Zhengsi was taken aback and couldn't help but ask, "Is it really the eyebrows?"

Wu Chao hurriedly said, "Second uncle, it was the eyebrows that I drew. I saw her draw it with my own eyes."

Wu Mei tensed nervously, looking forward to what Wu Zhengsi said next. She really wanted to hear words of encouragement from Wu Zhengsi's mouth, even if it was just a little affirmation.

Wu Zhengsi studied landscape painting when he was young, but he gave up after a while. He had to devote his limited time to the cutting edge. Of course, painting is good and can cultivate sentiment, but the question is, can painting support a family?

can not!

It should be said that most painters cannot support their families. Looking at the past and present, which living painter can live a prosperous life?

Very few, very few, most of the painters were cold when they were alive, but after his death, his paintings were so hot that they even sold for sky-high prices. The most typical example is Van Gogh, who even painted stale bread when he was alive. He couldn't even afford it. After his death, a single sunflower would be enough for him to buy tens of thousands of tons of stale bread.

He doesn't want to live this kind of life. Everyone is dead. No matter how much money and fame he earns, he can't feel it.

Wu Zhengsi could see at a glance that Wu Meihua's paintings are quite spiritual. If there is a famous teacher's guidance, it is not impossible to become a talent, but this is still unknown. There are so many people who learn painting, but too few can become talents. The most important thing is to learn painting. The cost of painting is too expensive, and from an investment point of view, learning to paint is a very risky investment.

It's good to paint and play in the spare time, but it's not necessary to make it the main business. For ordinary people like them, learning is the foundation.

"Well, the painting is good, but your main task at the moment is to study, after all, interest is interest, and it can't help you get good grades in the exam. You have to distinguish between priorities." Wu Zhengsi said sternly, showing the majesty of the head teacher.

The big guy left in a flash, and finally came out to play. They didn't want to listen to the teacher's instructions. Wu Mei's shoulders collapsed in frustration. She knew Wu Zhengsi would say so.

In his and He Biyun's eyes, reading is the right way, painting and singing are crooked ways and useless at all.

Yan Mingshun raised his eyebrows and disagreed very much with Wu Zhengsi's statement, three hundred and sixty lines, every line is a champion, who said that you can't become a talent by drawing?

He whispered in Wu Mei's ear, "All roads lead to Rome. To be successful, reading is not the only way out. If you are good at painting, you can be successful as well."

Wu Mei's dull eyes lit up again. He looked at Yan Mingshun hopefully, and murmured, "Really? Can you really succeed even if you don't study well?"

Yan Mingshun smiled and nodded: "Of course, like Mr. Luo, the principal of QH, his math was zero, and Mr. Qian, who was famous in China and the West, only got 14 marks in math, and there are many masters. They are all heavily biased, but they stand out from the crowd, and it still does not affect them to become famous masters."

Wu Mei's eyes are getting brighter and brighter. No one has ever said these words to her before. She always thought that if she didn't study well, she should go to the eighteenth hell, which is unforgivable!

But Yan Mingshun's words opened another window for her. It turns out that those famous masters also got zero marks in the exam?

She still has eight points!