Chapter 227： The Fall of a Genius Painter

Autumn leaves are gurgling and falling out of the window, and in a classroom in the teaching building of the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts, all students are quietly listening to the man on the podium.

This man is wearing a black v-neck sweater, with soft curly hair casually draped over his shoulders, giving people a unique artistic sense. The figure is a little slender, but in fact it is undressed and fleshy, strong and powerful, except for this. In addition, the man wears gold-wire glasses, his white fingers are pinching the telescopic pen that displays the blackboard, and he outlines a circle on the picture.

"Everyone should be very familiar with "Doomsday". The author Michelangelo is a famous sculptor and architect, followed by painters and poets. In this "Doomsday", his use of light is even more... "

The man with the deep voice of the subwoofer made the non-girl classmates below sneak a look. People who come to the Academy of Fine Arts more or less think of this teacher Long Xiao, this teacher is now a famous painter in China. Now that they work as instructors at the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts, it can be said that every time the teacher's class is full.

Of course, in addition to Long Xiao's strong personal ability and high artistic level, it is also because the opponent is also handsome! This year, he is obviously a forty-five-year-old man, but he is still like his early twenties. Whether it is figure or appearance, it is really a masculine temperament. The artistic breath on his body is irresistible. .

There were a lot of people sitting in this large classroom, and while Long Xiao was giving lectures, there were girls below who gathered together to watch and talk.

"Oh oh oh oh, why is Teacher Long so handsome, he is a man in his forties, but he is younger than someone in his early twenties, so he would lose if he didn't become a star..."

A female classmate suppressed her scream. The first time she came to Long Xiao's class, she couldn't hear anything, she just licked his face.

The female classmate on the side pinched her girlfriend's hand vigorously, not wanting her girlfriend to scream, and then lowered her voice.

"Don't think about it! Teacher Long is an artist. Unlike celebrities, how much money can a celebrity make from acting? But when Teacher Long was 20 years old, a painting was worth millions. It can be said to be well-known at home and abroad. Some time ago, Teacher Long’s "Yu" sent a sky-high price of 300 million yuan, can it be the same?"

In fact, studying art is very expensive, especially for those who study painting. Now they can choose Chinese painting and modern oil painting, as well as various types of paintings, but these have nothing to do with money.

People say that art has something to do with money, and it seems to have become vulgar.

But sometimes, it is often money that gives these arts their unique charm.

For example, Long Xiao's personal works can be sold at sky-high prices at international art exhibitions every year, which makes everyone envious.

"Ah? So amazing! Then why should he be a teacher in school? Isn't it enough to sell paintings every day?"

The girl didn't understand, and once again told her girlfriend next to her that she was not from the Academy of Fine Arts, just came to play, and was taken by her girlfriend to class.

"What do you think? Mr. Long's words are very artistic. In addition to domestically, Mr. Long's oil paintings are also the most famous abroad. He is good at using brushstrokes of virtual and real to outline beauty, but he can see the beauty of incompleteness. This kind of artistic sense is very popular in the world. You can say that the most powerful teachers in the Academy of Fine Arts, the paintings will not be sold at high prices internationally. Many of the paintings of Teacher Long are collected by foreigners. Even if the auction house next door is auctioned, many people can't get it."

The admirer of Long Xiao explained to his girlfriend that he looked at Long Xiao, who was still teaching on stage, and showed admiring eyes. But whoever is in the Academy of Fine Arts, who doesn't worship Teacher Long Xiao Long?

I heard that Teacher Long was born in a poor family in the early years. Later, with the support of his family, he was admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts. Later, at the age of 21, he passed a copy of "Survival" directly to the world. This painting was obtained at that time. A foreign exhibition was spotted by a well-known rich man at once, and he directly offered a price of 5 million yuan. Since then, Mr. Long's reputation has been resounding at home and abroad.

After all, no painter can sell a painting at such a sky-high price in his early twenties.

Under normal circumstances, many people who study art know that if you want to stay true to history, you usually have to wait for the person to die. The value of a painting is often not reflected in the painter's lifetime.

But Teacher Long is different. There is never a shortage of collectors for his paintings.

Over the years, Mr. Long has produced a painting every year. By this summer, the latest news from the international auction house, Mr. Long’s "Yu" directly sold for a sky-high price of 300 million! This is the highest achievement of a living artist, enough to be recorded in the annals of history.

Many students hope to worship Long Xiao's name, and want to become a painter who will never worry about selling works like Long Xiao.

"Wow~ he is so amazing? Is he married yet? He is so young..." She likes to chase stars and almost treats this teacher as a star chasing girl, sighing again.

The female student on the side was helpless and tired of answering this question.

Every time a strange female student in the class asks this question, Teacher Long Xiao is already forty-five years old! Can you not get married?

"I am married. It is said that I have been with my mother before Teacher Long was not famous. The two have always been very affectionate. It is just that Teacher Long and his mother seem to be DINK. The two have no children, but the relationship is very good."

Speaking familiarly, female students admire Long Xiao even more. Artists are often different from ordinary people. They have quirks that are different from other people. They are either autistic or anxious and violent. Long Xiao The DINK is just the most common one.

Some of the students in the large classroom are listening attentively, while others are licking Long Xiao’s face, while in the crowd, a girl in a white dress looks at the person standing on the podium with admiring eyes. the man.

She thought, she understood what her mother meant and what it meant to be a man born for art.

The years seemed to leave no traces on this man, just like she secretly saw the old photos collected by her mother. The man inside looks similar to him now, but it has become even better. This face It's more charming.

In the past, Su Ying didn’t know why her mother asked her to study oil painting. When she was a child, she had trouble with her mother because of this incident. But now after seeing this man, Su Ying understands that the sense of art in a person is so dreamy. People can't help but start to look forward to art.

The man on the podium seemed to shine, as long as he stood there, he would take everyone's eyes away.

A class was quickly over under Long Xiao's narration. As the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the students in the class couldn't help but wailed, unwilling to end the class.

"Teacher, can you talk about it for a while?"

Some classmates yelled, and others echoed, and Long Xiao had closed his books toward these diligent students.

“I’ve just finished talking about what I’m going to talk about. Classmates, the language of painting is meant to be explored and learned from the predecessors, but it’s just imitating. If you want to become a real artist, you must first What I learned is to find my own style, so I hope you can practice more after class and find your own style."

He said so easily, but in this world, it is the most difficult for people who are engaged in art to find their own way. Often only one in ten million can find their own way with talent.

In the bizarre circle of art, those who can come out are those who are favored by God.

Su Ying also stared at the man on the podium admiringly. She only felt that art was so simple in the other's mouth, but for her, it was so difficult.

"Well, my next class will be notified according to the school's WeChat. You can pay attention to it. If you need to come to the class, you can come over and listen. I welcome everyone. get out of class is over."

Long Xiao's course is not a required course, but every time it is full, after all, his value allows students to see the value of a free artist.

Compared with the school's famous teachers who can't make any money, artists like Long Xiao are obviously more in line with the results pursued by young people today.

After packing his own things, Long Xiao walked toward the classroom, thinking of his wife in the recent cold war, feeling a little depressed.

They have been arguing recently because they are arguing about DINK.

Just when Long Xiao was a little annoyed and walked toward the front, a girl's shout suddenly came from behind him.

"Teacher Long, Teacher Long?"

Some hurried voice came from the other party, Long Xiao stopped, turned around, there was no expression on his face, and the eyes through the gold-framed glasses were even more cold.

"Teacher Long, hello, my name is Su Ying."

Su Ying hurriedly chased it out, she couldn't even take care of the things in the classroom. She wore a white dress with long black hair on her shoulders. Her beautiful little face was not as big as a palm, she was white and innocent, especially A pair of almond-like eyes gives people a feeling of innocence.

"Classmate, what do you want?"

Long Xiao didn't want to talk too much with these students during get out of class time, and Long Xiao was in a good mood.

"No, no, teacher, I just want to tell you, do you remember Xia Meng? She, she is my mother."

Su Ying was a little embarrassed to say her mother's name, hoping that Teacher Long Xiao in front of her would remember, but she never thought that Teacher Long in front of her did remember, but then she frowned.

"Are you Xia Meng's daughter?"

Long Xiao suddenly understood why his wife had quarreled with him recently, and sneered.

"I am not familiar with your mother Xia Meng."

After he said that, he turned around and left, leaving Su Ying alone, because she had clearly seen it in her mother's diary...

Teacher Long Xiao has been with her mother, the two are each other’s first love...