Chapter 225

"I have manuscripts there, I have photos, I have drawn every step, I have written them down!"

"We don't care about you. You can't take the painting away today! You're stealing! Steal paintings in public! Do you know how much this series costs? "

"You put the picture back, we don't call the police! If you don't listen, we'll take you in! "

"Let Yuan Hong come out. Tell me whether this painting is his or Xiaobai's! He's a senior. He plagiarizes our students' paintings. He's shameless! "

"Don't be such a jerk. What are you? How important is master yuan? Can he copy you? I'm not afraid the wind will flash your tongue

The security guard Pooh. He doesn't believe that fame and status are here. What kind of place are they? Let alone painters, they are at best a student of the Academy of fine arts. Can they compare with the masters who have been famous for a long time? Can you make it?

It is estimated that everyone thinks so. Even the tourists who visit the outside are whispering and shaking their heads in disbelief. It's impossible.

Xiao Bai and Fang Zheng have heard it. No one believes it.

Xiaobai's eyes are red with anxiety.

"It's mine. It's really mine. I don't cheat you. I have information in my dormitory. I have photos. It's really mine! You believe me

"Put it back!"

The security guard yelled again. Xiaobai would not put it back even if he died. This is his painting. What did he put it back for!

He must seek justice. He can't be bullied like this!

Fang Zheng also helps Xiaobai. He must make this matter clear.

The two of them are still too young to act on impulse. They think they are reasonable and should get a fair result. Unexpectedly, Yuan Hong didn't come out. Xiaobai and Fangzheng are taken away with the charge of making trouble. They didn't expect this. It's not their fault. Why do they want to stay in the detention center.

As soon as the police understand the cause and effect, they also scratch their heads. They are not painters, and they don't understand this aspect.

They both firmly said that Yuan Hong had plagiarized. But Yuan Hong refused to admit it.

The police looked at their anxious affirmation and didn't know what to do. The key is that they are responsible for arresting people and stopping crimes, not identifying whether the painting is plagiarized.

It's still students, and the police don't want to make things too big. Just call their teachers.

The teacher came in a hurry and took the policeman's hand to explain.

"Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings. Yuan Hong is my younger martial brother. These two are my students. There is a little misunderstanding between them."

"Don't make trouble at their art exhibition. You can forget it this time. Go back with your teacher. You can't do it next time. If you are arrested and detained for 15 days, your future will be ruined. "

"Is there no justice? It was he who copied my painting, not me who made a mistake. Did someone steal my son? When I saw someone holding my son, I couldn't go up and grab my son back? You are conniving at crime

Xiaobai was crazy and yelled at the police, "OK! Don't push your nose on your face! What are you fussing about! 15 days of detention, your files are all removed, expelled from school! Don't you want a diploma? "

The teacher roared fiercely.

"But teacher, Xiaobai is the victim of this. We can't let Xiaobai knock off his teeth and swallow his blood!"

Fang fights for Xiaobai's legitimate rights and interests, and the teacher gives him a look.

"There's you everywhere. You haven't dealt with your own affairs. What do you say?"

"What's the matter with me? What did I do wrong? "

The teacher ignored Fang's argument and pushed Xiaobai away from the police station.

"Xiaobai, teacher, talk to you. Let's go back to school first. "

"No way!"

"I'm not going!"

They both said no almost in unison.

Xiaobai pulls Fangzheng to his side.

"We have a good relationship. I'm stupid. Fang Zheng is smarter than me. He wants to be by my side." "I won't leave Xiaobai alone."

Fang Zheng and Xiao Bai look at each other. Xiao Bai needs Fang Zheng to help him with his ideas. Fang Zheng is not sure that Xiao Bai is alone.

Why did Yuan Hong draw this picture? Why did the teacher say it was a misunderstanding?

If Xiaobai is allowed to go alone with his teacher and meet Yuan Hong, and Yuan Hong coerces and seduces him to fight and scold him, Xiaobai will not lose his teeth and swallow his stomach, but will be knelt down to compromise with his head!

The teacher didn't expect that Xiaobai, who looks softest and stupidest at ordinary times, still has this tough time.

Fang Zheng also followed suit.

Well, let's go together. This matter needs to be solved quickly.

Open the door and let both of them in. The teacher sighed as he drove.

"Fang Zheng, you have no right to interfere in your private life school, but don't make it too public. Your mood is very unstable during this period. Don't pass on this negative emotion to Xiaobai. Emotional problems should be solved outside the school. I'm your teacher. Your affairs are also related to my face. It's hard for me and the school to explain. Don't give me any trouble. ""I'm sorry for the trouble I caused to the teacher. But teacher, I want you to take care of other people. They humiliate me in words. In this case, if the school doesn't care, I'll take my approach. " "That's a joke. Why do you take it seriously. You are very dangerous now, Fang Zheng. You still don't learn a lesson by recording a big demerit. If you do this again, even if you are one month away from graduation, don't take your diploma. "

Xiaobai tugs at the bottom. Don't let him talk to his teacher. His teacher is very old-fashioned. No matter what, he still needs a diploma.

"Teacher, will you take us back to school?"

Xiaobai forced to change the topic.

"Xiaobai, as for teachers, they all hope that their students are excellent. If you are excellent, I will be a teacher with light on my face."

The teacher's words changed, and the other side's cold words became gentle here. While waiting for the traffic lights, I stopped and looked at Xiaobai with a smile.

"How many students are admitted to the first-class Academy of fine arts every year? And those of us who are above average? How many students are there in the oil painting department alone? Who doesn't want to be famous? Who doesn't want to occupy a place in the painting world. To win the third prize of a cutting-edge competition is just a small start, and there is still a lot to go in the future. With all kinds of honorary titles on top of my head, it's not easy to hold a personal exhibition, but also to hold a tour exhibition and go abroad to participate in the exhibition. There are so many things to do. It's not easy to get better and better and become a master or painter! "

The teacher's words made them both look at each other, silent. It's absolutely different for the teacher to go around in such a circle.

"Don't pay attention to the small profits in front of you, but look at things in the long run. A blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise, right? Now it seems that you may have lost a little bit, but there will be predecessors to help you in the painting world. I wish you a smooth progress and promote your paintings. This is also your harvest. "

"What the teacher means is to let Xiaobai stop pursuing this problem and endure it. Then Yuan Hong will provide Xiaobai with an opportunity to get ahead?"

Fang Zheng pokes Xiaobai secretly. Don't be silly!

The teacher looked at Fang Zheng with a warning in his eyes.

"Xiaobai, how many students graduate every year? How many people are famous? How many years has Qi Baishi been born? For hundreds of years, there has been a Monet. No one is the son of heaven, and no one is popular. It's all because I'm tired and hard working that I'm a little famous. Maybe it will take ten or twenty years to stick to the dream and painting. Only when there is a chance can it come to the fore. But most of them are unknown all their lives, submerged in the crowd all their lives. Art is elegant and spiritual, but it needs the support of money. I have no chance to get ahead in my life. I'm faced with rent, food, love, house, car, baby's milk powder and diaper. I can't support everything in reality just by my hobbies and dreams. The reality is so realistic, the reality makes people feel depressed and angry, kneel down and yield to heavy pressure. Think about it, why do many art students end up doing advertising planning and drawing advertising illustrations? Life's forcing

The cruelty of reality, these students do not understand.

Xiaobai has always been silly, white and sweet. He has never thought about how much he eats and wears. His family just supports him. When he leaves school, he will know how difficult it is.

"When you are 20 years old, it will be a short time before you graduate. When you leave campus, you are faced with survival. You are still young and don't want to live without money. You want to get out of the limelight quickly, but without the recommendation of the senior leaders, you are a little unknown painter. No, neither the painter nor the painter

"As long as you give in a little, you can be led, recommended, participated in art exhibitions, participated in various art salons, step by step very smoothly. You have won the title of excellent painter. Your works are collected by art museums and sold by brokers. In a few years, you are an artist. Great painter

"Is this a deal? I will not pursue this matter any more, and then Yuan Hong will give me a chance? "

The teacher said with a smile, "look what you think."

Xiaobai lowered his head and took a deep breath.

"Teacher, we have always respected you, but your ethics are damaged. You are tolerating plagiarism. You are conniving at crime!"

"Why do you say that? I'm giving you a clear way!"

"I also wonder why my painting was plagiarized and hung there in a dignified way. It turned out that the teacher was also involved."

I can't figure out why his painting was hung in Yuan Hong's place, because the teacher said that it was his uncle who helped them comment.

"Your martial uncle's legs and feet are not so good. He didn't go far when he went to collect the wind. The original design was three pieces, which were quite full, but the last one didn't have any inspiration. It happened that I saw your painting. If you want to say who copied who's, he started painting half a year ago. You just started painting in the past two months. It's just a rough bump. I think of a place. But your martial uncle thinks you are a good material, so he wants to help you! "

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