Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

With Wen Yue's attitude, Wen Ruyu was no less generous.

When Feng Qingxue and Wen Yue came in, Wen Ruyu waved to her, "Xiaoxue, come here."

Wen Yue hurriedly let go of Feng Qingxue's hand, pushed it, and said with a smile: "Your teacher told you to go quickly!"

Feng Qingxue walked up to Wen Ruyu and was grabbed by Wen Ruyu. She said to a group of friends who were either sitting around in the living room, standing in front of the window, or whispering to acquaintances: "I invite you here today, nothing more. I just want to tell you that I, Lao Wen, am back alive, and I would like to introduce my close disciples and take care of them in the future."

People who knew Feng Qingxue smiled knowingly, and people who didn't know her were all curious.

Seeing that she is less than thirty years old, she has a beautiful appearance. Her simple lake green dress makes her graceful and graceful. She is like a blooming peony in the spring breeze. Her grace and elegance also reveal a strong bookish atmosphere. Obviously deeply influenced by calligraphy and painting, oil painting master Su Ming'an first smiled and said: "Old Wen, your disciple has done well. Are you willing to be a model for me?"

Ouyang Lan glanced at him and said, "Old Su, why was your leg broken? It's because your students dug up old stories and said that you used female students as models, and now you are using them as models."

Su Ming'an waved his hand, "Ouyang, don't say that. Can you blame me? Besides, I didn't draw too shocking nude portraits. I just painted traditional and progressive women in our country. They were wrapped tightly and collected. For remuneration, I have also painted men and women from all walks of life in our country, of different ages, and working in different industries, and it is not limited to women. Those who despise our oil paintings and models are those who see obscenity, and they think dirty things about others. "

If he really painted a nude portrait, it would not be as simple as breaking off a leg.

He had a junior fellow student who had first-class painting skills. However, he was bohemian by nature and liked to paint women. His paintings were so detailed that he could be called a state of transformation. That is to say, he lost his life because of this. His bones were bruised and his ashes were thrown away. If there was a grave, there would be no grass. Taller than humans.

"Xiaoxue learned painting from me, not your model." Wen Ruyu said, pulling the graceful Fu Bao to her side, "Let me introduce another person, her name is Lu Tianhui, she is fifteen this year, although she is me She is a disciple, but I was the one who taught her to draw. It took me longer to teach her than her mother did. She is young and has a tender skin. Each of you is either a grandpa or a grandma. Please support this child more tomorrow and don’t meet me. Pretending not to know that he is from my old Wen family."

Su Mingan praised: "The elder is as beautiful as a peony, while the younger one is in bud and waiting to bloom. You can also get a glimpse of the beauty of the city. They are all extraordinary. Little girl, can you please let me paint a portrait for you tomorrow? Grandpa's painting is really good. , and also visited foreign art exhibition halls.”

Fu Bao pursed his lips and smiled, and said generously: "Okay, I'm just waiting for Grandpa Su's gift!"

She spent a long time with Wen Ruyu, and often listened to Wen Ruyu talk about the past and old friends in her spare time. She knew that Su Mingan was the leading oil painting master in the art world. In the 1930s and 1940s, his oil paintings had been sold overseas and he was extremely famous.

It was her honor that Su Mingan was willing to paint for her alone.

As Su Ming'an himself said, his oil paintings are all serious and not those that seek to please the public.

Su Mingan was very happy after hearing this, "Good boy!"