An Xia's paintings

Chapter 10

As soon as Lin Anxia entered the teaching and research room, he received the attention of his colleagues.

All the people in the teaching and research room kept silent in a very tacit understanding, but stared at Lin Anxia with burning eyes, as if he was some kind of rare treasure.

However, the Golden Stone Award, as a highly prestigious award in the art world, has always been pursued by major painters. As the winner of the Golden Stone Gold Award, how can Lin Anxia not attract the attention of these provocative elements?

Lin Anxia is not a fool, so she naturally understands the reason for those curious, excited or jealous eyes.

However, because of his lack of social experience, the only person he has long-term communication with these days is Qin Ruihe. Therefore, facing this quiet and awkward atmosphere, Lin Anxia was also very at a loss, so he walked quietly to his seat sit down.

The teaching and research group is in a meeting, and he should not be late yet.

At this time, Fu Chen who walked in from the door broke the strange silence in the teaching and research group.

Fu Chen walked quickly to the chief seat, and when he raised his eyes, he happened to see Lin Anxia who was already sitting seriously.

Fu Chen said with a smile: "Mr. Lin, I really congratulate you for winning another grand prize."

Lin Anxia nodded politely: "Thank you."

After exchanging pleasantries, Fu Chen cleared his throat and started to talk about business.

"I think all the teachers know that the theme of this meeting is to prepare for this year's art exhibition. I believe that apart from the new teacher Lin Anxia, ​​other teachers have also understood the basic situation of the art exhibition."

Fu Chen changed his tone and said to Lin Anxia: "Also, Mr. Lin, the school committee decided after some discussion that you represent our teaching and research group as one of the judges for this exhibition."

As soon as Fu Chen finished speaking, the other teachers sitting in the seats looked at Lin Anxia in unison as if they had made an appointment.

"........."

"me?"

Lin Anxia pointed to her nose in astonishment.

Fu Chen nodded calmly: "It's Teacher Lin."

Lin Anxia was puzzled: "But I just came to school and don't have much time and experience."

Fu Chen explained patiently: "As the winner of the Golden Stone Award, Mr. Lin can prove that Mr. Lin has excellent professionalism. Of course, Mr. Lin's works have always made our eyes shine. The school committee also believes that Mr. Lin The teacher is fully qualified to be a judge, and I ask Teacher Lin not to underestimate himself."

The judges of the annual art exhibition are all experienced and well-known members of the various teaching and research groups.Put Lin Anxia, ​​a 20-year-old boy, in it, how can people not see the special care for Lin Anxia from the school leaders?

But even so, others really can't be jealous, because the most important condition for being selected as a judge is to win one or two heavyweight awards in the industry that year. Everyone here is still young, although equally talented, but in this It is indeed impossible to achieve at one point.Even though there were so many murmurs in their hearts, the artists still maintained their reserved characteristics and accepted the decision silently.

The review of the annual art exhibition is indeed a kind of affirmation to the teacher of Shu Tang Academy of Fine Arts.

But its work intensity is directly proportional to its affirmation.At present, it has entered the stage of recruiting students' drawings. Thousands of color-printed manuscripts of works are placed in front of Lin Anxia. In the case of communication, conduct a round of review and select the works that are considered excellent.

After the first round of selection, the judges gathered the drawings they had selected, and through mutual judgment and mutual persuasion among the judges, the most outstanding 100 pieces were selected as the exhibited works of this exhibition.

Finally, one week after the art exhibition was held, everyone who came to appreciate and observe, as well as ordinary students and audience voted separately, and learned their favorite top three, and none of the top three winners was this For the final winners of this art exhibition, Shutang Academy of Fine Arts will meet their needs according to their rankings and regulations, and provide them with a better platform so that they can have a broader development space in the art field.

Lin Anxia returned to Qin Ruihe's home with a lot of color-printed manuscripts that were higher than her head.

Qin Ruihe watched in surprise as Xue Song walked in from the door of his house, surrounded by a guy holding a pile of papers.

"Come and help me, I won't be able to hold it anymore!"

Lin Anxia's muffled voice came from behind the manuscript paper.

"My God!" Qin Ruihe exclaimed, and hurried forward to take the things in Lin Anxia's hands: "What are you doing? What are these things?"

Lin Anxia, ​​who finally breathed fresh air, took a deep breath, touched the head of Xuesong at his feet, and then began to explain slowly.

"These are all photocopies of the students' drawings. I need to select half of the outstanding works within a week as the selected works for this school art exhibition."

Qin Ruihe knew about the fact that Lin Anxia was selected as the judge of Shutang Academy of Fine Arts' annual painting exhibition, but he didn't expect...

"Do you want to see so many paintings?"

"Many?" Lin Anxia spread his hands, "This is only a quarter of it, and I have a lot of it in school, how can I get it all at once."

Qin Ruihe shook his head dully: "That was really hard work."

After all, appreciating art is different from ordinary appreciating paintings. In addition to the first impression, you also need to judge the composition, color and lines of the work from various professional perspectives. This is not an easy task.

Qin Ruihe picked up one of the paintings: "It seems that Grandpa really intends to train you well. It's really good to be an excellent teacher at school, it's more interesting than just being bored in the room and drawing. "

Lin Anxia picked up the sketches in Qin Ruihe's hands, tidied them up and planned to move them to the room to take a look at them slowly.

"It's not necessarily true. Everyone likes a different way of life. Maybe people feel happier when they are bored in their room and drawing?"

Qin Ruihe helped to move a part: "Then do you like teaching or do you like to paint by yourself like before?"

"I like teaching!" Lin Anxia replied without hesitation.

Qin Ruihe was surprised when he came back: "I thought you would prefer to be bored in the room and draw."

Lin Anxia glanced at Qin Ruihe: "If someone can talk and exchange ideas, of course it is more interesting than a person. I mean, there may be someone who likes a person. Although that person is not me, we cannot deny his existence."

Qin Ruihe agreed: "That's right, but what do other people have to do with me? I just need to take care of you, don't I?"

Lin Anxia was startled when she heard the words, and said after a while, "Thank you for your concern."

Seeing that Lin Anxia was about to go to the small room farthest from her, Qin Ruihe hurriedly stopped her.

"That room was already small, and you still moved a bunch of things to occupy the space. Come here, I said that I would prepare a studio for you, but now you just use mine. You move these into my studio , you can work there these days."

Lin Anxia said in surprise: "You also have a studio?!"

Qin Ruihe was not happy: "What? You, an artist, can have a studio, but can't I, a businessman covered in money, not have one?"

Lin Anxia curled her lips: "You always like to misinterpret my meaning now. I'm just curious that you have a special studio."

Qin Ruihe freed one hand, put his arms around Lin Anxia and walked towards the studio: "Why can't I have one? I told you more than once that I like painting, so I'm not allowed to buy something for my hobby?"

"That's not what I mean."

Although Qin Ruihe had indeed told Lin Anxia more than once that he was fascinated by painting, Lin Anxia always believed that Qin Ruihe's liking was just to give freshness to a field of location.

did not expect......

Lin Anxia somewhat despises his personality of judging people by their appearance. Although he has been emphasizing that Qin Ruihe can't just generalize his misunderstandings about artists, why doesn't he understand Qin Ruihe wishfully?So man is really a contradictory animal.

With a "click", the doors of Qin Rui and the mysterious studio opened.

Different from Lin Anxia's own studio, Qin Ruihe's is spacious...and bright.

Except for a drawing board, a few barrels containing paintbrushes, and a painting jar, there are no other sundries. The sky-blue curtains are fluttering in the breeze from the window, and the whole studio looks very neat and empty.

"You're really giving me face." Lin Anxia looked at all this in a daze, and said blankly, "You didn't dislike my studio."

Compared with Qin Ruihe's studio, Lin Anxia clearly realized that the one in his own home might not be much different from the pig's nest.

Xue Song happily slipped between their legs, walked back and forth in the empty studio, walked to Lin Anxia's side as if very satisfied, and nuzzled his knees.

"It seems that Xuesong likes my studio very much." Qin Ruihe said proudly.

Lin Anxia hesitated: "Are you really willing to give me such a clean studio? Are you afraid that I will mess it up for him?"

"What's the matter!" Qin Ruihe said indifferently: "It's so clean because I seldom use it. There was a time ago when I often drew pictures in it. That studio is pretty much a mess."

"For a while?" Lin Anxia asked curiously, "Why did you often draw during that time?"

Qin Ruihe seemed to have remembered something, and was silent for a while.

Seeing this, Lin Anxia said embarrassingly, "I'm sorry, I seem to have asked a question that shouldn't be asked."

Qin Ruihe waved his hands indifferently: "It's not a question that shouldn't be asked, it's just that I was flustered when I was not busy with study and work during that time, so I often drew."

Although he knew that Qin Ruihe was just perfunctory him, Lin Anxia still kept silent and accepted this bright studio with joy as his temporary studio during this time.