When the bus arrived at Experimental Middle School, the two boys got off the bus and looked back at Jiang Yan before leaving.
"Luo Xiang, who is the girl sitting next to Jiang Yan? She is more beautiful than Fan Jingjing."
Everyone has different concerns. The one named Luo Xiang is Shu Wan's cousin's son. In elementary school, he was often compared to Jiang Yan.
At that time, his grades were not good, but Jiang Yan could get a top grade student every time, and later in junior high school. Of course, Shu Wan was divorced by then, and the Shu family mentioned Jiang Yan only a handful of times, but they were in the same school. , even if he doesn’t want to pay attention, it will be difficult.
Fortunately, at the beginning of the first semester of high school, Jiang Yan's grades dropped like a waterloo, and he finally surpassed him by a lot, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Later, Jiang Yan was fired. I don't know how happy he was.
Until a few days ago, I heard from Liao Gou and others that Jiang Yan went to No. 1 Middle School.
What happened to No. 1 Middle School?
Can his grades improve if he goes to No. 1 Middle School? Can it be translated from literature to reasoning?
What a joke!
Luo Xiang shook his head, no longer thinking about Jiang Yan, and walked quickly to school with his companions.
Today, the senior students of their experimental middle school have to take their graduation photos, so the vacation time is different from that of No. 1 Middle School.
"You are not a good person!"
After the two boys left, Song Jiawen turned to look at Jiang Yan, feeling quite gloating about his misfortune.
"There's nothing you can do about it. Excellent people are hated by others."
Song Jiawen didn't even bother to remind him what his test scores were when he first transferred from the liberal arts class to their class. Is this still good?
She snorted and turned to look out the window.
Jiang Yan was about to tease her that someone just said they were in puppy love, but just as she turned her head away, the bus happened to pass by the Civil Affairs Bureau.
At a glance, he saw Bi Hezhong surrounded by a group of people. No, it would be more appropriate to say escort than surrounded. He limped in behind a woman.
Today is such a good day!
Why can't you give him a painting on such a good day?
Jiang Yan planned to be shameless.
Song Qingping returned from Kyoto, and this year's Chinese painting competition has officially come to an end.
When Song Jiawen and Jiang Yan walked into the Landscape Gallery, they happened to hear Song Qingping commenting on this year's Chinese painting competition with several people from the Painting Association. "Peking University invited Professor Mu to be the referee this year. With her here, the other referees were very impressed with their comments. We are more cautious, so this year’s competition is more rigorous than in previous years. There were more than 2,800 students participating, but in the end, only 20 were specially recruited to enter Peking University."
"Only twenty?"
"so little?"
"After all, she is Professor Mu, who is famous for being strict. Who dares to cheat in front of her?"
"That's true"
The previous discussion continued, and Jiang Yan turned to look at Song Jiawen.
This girl is really able to keep her composure, and her expression remains unchanged when she hears the words "Professor Mu", as if she is listening to a stranger.
"Gawen is here, come on, come here quickly."
Song Qingping saw Song Jiawen's figure and hurriedly waved her over.
"Here, let me introduce you. These are all members of the Yunzhou Painting Association. This is Teacher Zhang, this is Teacher Xu, and this is my new student, Song Jiawen. Lao Zhang, didn't you praise that just now? "Pomegranate Tree in Autumn"? She painted it."
When everyone heard that "Pomegranate Tree in Autumn" was painted by Song Jiawen, they all showed surprise and admiration.
"I really didn't expect to have such profound painting skills at such a young age. Old Song, you have found a treasure."
"Then I'm sure, can any of the students I like be bad?"
Song Qingping was not without pride.
Teacher Xu remembered that Boss Deng had asked him many times before to help intercede and let Song Qingping accept his daughter as a student.
In fact, Deng Tao had good qualifications, was hard-working and smart, but Song Qingping just didn't like him and politely refused every time.
But he took the initiative to take this girl.
It seems that to become a master-disciple pair, in addition to ability, it seems that it also depends on good luck.
Teacher Xu looked at the painting "Pomegranate Tree in Autumn" and asked Song Qingping, "Old Song, is your student's painting for sale? If so, I will buy it. How about it?"
"Can."
It was originally put here for sale, and many people had asked about it before, but because the "Xiao Si" signed by Song Jiawen was not famous, those people relied on this to bargain on the price on the basis of five hundred.
An angry Huang Kai refused.
Because this painting was kept for a few more days, it is still hanging in the gallery.
Teacher Xu knew that the price was five hundred, but selling such a painting at five hundred would be a real loss, so he doubled it, "I'll give you one thousand, this kid's painting is so good, five hundred is such a loss. Old Song, I I suggest you bid one thousand. Jiawen is not famous yet, but doesn’t it still have your little seal on it? With your name on it, it won’t cost more than one thousand.”
Song Qingping thought for a while and felt that what Teacher Xu said made sense, so he nodded, "Okay, then change it to one thousand. Huang Kai, from now on Jiawen's paintings will be marked one thousand. Give this one to Teacher Xu to wrap."
Huang Kai was very happy. The junior sister’s paintings were not only sold, but also doubled.
"By the way, if you have any paintings by Jia Wen in the future, you can give them to me. I won't refuse anyone who comes."
Teacher Xu took Huang Kai's wrapped painting in his hand with a smile. He also has a small gallery of his own and collects antiques and other interesting and valuable things.
Some wealthy businessmen in Yunzhou who wanted to give gifts or decorate their homes would come to him to have a look and buy the ones they liked.
Therefore, among the teachers of the Yunzhou Painting Association, Teacher Xu is actually an invisible rich man with vision and foresight.
Therefore, Song Qingping was quite happy to hear this. Anyone who can be favored by Lao Xu basically means that it has a certain value.
"Lao Xu, this is what you said, and I'll give it to you any more. We won't ask you for more, just the price you set today, one thousand pieces, how about it?"
"Okay, I'm fine."
The matter is settled and everyone is happy.
Song Jiawen is also very happy. The original five hundred paintings have now become one thousand, and she doesn't have to worry about selling them.
She turned to look at Jiang Yan and whispered, "Look, am I going to become a rich woman?"
Jiang Yan was speechless.
Sister, are you too easily satisfied? Do you know how much a painting of yours will cost in ten or twenty years?
This man surnamed Xu is really shrewd. He obviously saw the prospect of Song Jiawen's paintings and collected them in advance.
hateful!
When he thought that someone would own more paintings by Song Jiawen than him in the future - even though the other person bought them, he still felt uncomfortable.
"Let's go, let's go paint, don't forget, you have to draw me one today."
As he was talking, he suddenly remembered something and asked Song Jiawen, "Your teacher said before that he would carve a small seal for you. Is it done?"
Song Jiawen turned to look at Huang Kai, who nodded, "Okay, it's in the cabinet in the studio. Junior sister, if you want to use it, just take it."
She doesn't really want to cover it up. Painting is just a hobby. She just wants to earn tuition and living expenses for college in the next few years. She doesn't really want to make a living from it.
So becoming famous is really not important to her.
Jiang Yan didn't know what she was thinking. If he knew, he would stop her immediately. And the soul will ask: Sister, are you stupid?
If you don’t want such an easy way to make money, what do you want?
It’s not important to become famous. If it’s not important, why don’t you give it to me?
This chapter has been greatly changed!
