The sky is getting brighter.

Chen Dong was awakened by a thud of drums. He rubbed his eyes, sat up, and yawned. He slept too late last night, was in a daze, and didn't know when he fell asleep.

When I came to the window and looked out, I saw a group of students wearing standard uniform clothes arranged from the gate to the downstairs, with a large red carpet in the middle.

On both sides of the gate, there were six girls standing, all wearing ribbons cross-body and holding flowers in their hands. There was a big drum inside the gate, and several burly men were naked, waving drumsticks, and the sound of the dong dong was deafening.

Looking at the watch, it was already eight o'clock.

Xiao Qian's shadow appeared in Chen Dong's vision, and he saw him shaking his fat body, thrusting his belly forward, coming to the gate, instructing some of the girls responsible for the etiquette to greet him, and signaling the drum band to cheer up again.

Sure enough, the drums were louder.

Then, Xiao Qian came to the flowers, possessed himself and looked at it, as if he was furious, and shouted with his waist on his back.

Of course Chen Dong couldn't hear what he called because the drums were too noisy.

Chen Dong stretched, tidied up his clothes and walked out.

In the hall, Mao Ni brought Hu Die and several female painters to set up slogans. When she saw Chen Dong, Hu Die ran over and shouted: "Brother, have you just gotten up?"

"Yes." Chen Dong said.

"You, I asked you to help, not sleeping. What a critical point today. Everyone has already gotten up, you are just lazy."

"Haha, am I getting up now?"

As he was talking, Xiao Qian shook over and saw Chen Dong at first sight and said angrily: "Boy, why haven't you done the errands you assigned to you?"

Chen Dong said: "What errand?"

"Okay, after a night's sleep, have you forgotten? Go and see how many messy paper bags are in the flowers?"

"What are you talking about? Can you say it well?" Hu Die muttered and pushed Chen Dong out: "Brother, go quickly."

Chen Dong shook his head helplessly, and had to go outside, squat among the flowers, and began to pick up the miscellaneous items.

At around 8:30, a black luxury car drove into the compound.

The sound of gongs and drums sounded. Six girls in charge of etiquette waved flowers and welcomed warmly.

As soon as the car door opened, a gray-haired old man walked down with a crutch.

The old man looked like a 70-year-old, with a face like red dates and was in good spirits.

Mao Ni's family rushed up with more than a dozen painters and greeted each other. The old man nodded slightly and signaled the drum music around to stop. Xiao Qian quickly ordered the drum band to rest.

The old man is the owner of the real estate of the Painting Academy. Boss Xue Hongxue was engaged in antiques in his early years and had a large-scale jewelry business in the provincial capital. In recent years, he handed over the business to his children and retired to his hometown in Shuanglong City.

Boss Xue looked up at the four words "Shuanglong Painting Academy". Mao Ni said with infinite emotion: "I remember when I handed the Painting Academy to your grandfather, your grandfather once said something to me, and I still remember it freshly. He said that the Mao family would not let the Painting Academy fall. Alas, more than 40 years have passed in a flash, but now the old sayings are in my ears, but the old friend has passed away..."

Mao Ni hurriedly said: "Boss Xue, before his death, grandfather told his father that no matter how much energy he devoted, the Mao family should be worthy of his promise to the Xue family."

"Yes." Mrs. Mao said: "When Nizi's father passed away a few years ago, she also left this sentence, hoping to revitalize the Academy of Painting."

Boss Xue turned around and saw Chen Dong who was picking up miscellaneous items, so he walked over and everyone followed him.

Boss Xue bent down and picked up paper from the flowers with Chen Dong.

"Young man, are you a painter or a mate here?"

"I..." Chen Dong stood up, looked at Mao Ni and others, and then looked at Boss Xue.

Hu Die hurriedly said, "Brother, this old man is the indicated collector and painter Mr. Xue."

"Oh." Chen Dong said hurriedly: "It turns out that Boss Xue has arrived, boy Chen Dong, a little painter."

"It's rare, rare." Boss Xue nodded: "Looking at your elegance and extraordinaryness, you must be a rare genius of calligraphy and painting. I didn't expect to be willing to do such a job."

Chen Dong laughed: "I remember the teacher said that only by only when the world is a big world, people's hearts are pure and the world is bright can we create excellent pictures."

"Well said it." Boss Xue patted Chen Dong on the shoulder.

Chen Dongxin said: How could I do voluntarily? If it weren't for Xiao Dadu, would I do such an errand?

Mrs. Mao signaled with her hands and said, "Boss Xue, please."

Boss Xue nodded and walked towards the building under the guidance of Mao Ni and Xiao Qian.

Chen Dongxin said: The drumbeaters have rested, why are I still busy with it?

Chen Dong found a clean stone, lay down, looked at the sun that had just climbed up the top of the stairs, squinted his eyes, crossed his legs, and held a grass in his mouth, leisurely and relaxed.

Soon, footsteps rushed over. Chen Dong turned his head and saw that it was Hu Die.

Hu Die ran to Chen Dong and said anxiously: "Boss Xue has been to the archives room. He believes that the works there are all old works and cannot represent the current level of the Academy of Painting. I hope that the artists of the Academy of Painting can improvise a new work. Sister Mao Ni asked Xiao Dadu to paint. Xiao Dadu painted for a long time and wasted more than a dozen pieces of paper. Brother, you are the successor of your father at least, so go and help Sister Mao Ni."

"I'll go?" Chen Dong pointed to his nose: "Sister, you are also the descendant of the Hu family, why don't you take action?"

"My... brother, what are you talking nonsense? My father said that I was not spiritual and didn't let me engage in painting at all. Later, although I entered this industry, it was too late. My father left, so how could I have time to learn from him?"

Chen Dongxin said: It turns out that Teacher Chen is the only successor of the Dragon Sect.

"Brother, go quickly, otherwise it will be too late." Hu Die pulled Chen Dong into the studio without saying a word.

At this time, Mrs. Mao and Nie were accompanying Boss Xue to drink tea in the living room. Xiao Qian and several painters stood at the door of the studio, and Mauwa was tilting his head to look.

Hu Die slapped Maowa's butt and said, "Go and tell my sister quickly, the new work will be delivered later."

The wizard trotted around the area to the living room.

"Assistant Xiao, my brother is here. He is also the descendant of the Dragon Sect. Can he try it?"

Xiao Qian was worried that he had no savior. In fact, he was a fisherman. In recent years, he has only helped Mrs. Mao with chores and did not teach formal classes. Therefore, no one knows what his artistic accomplishments are. Xiao Qian glanced at Chen Dong and thought to himself: It would be better to let this kid stand out, but the responsibility for the performance was just on his head.

"Okay, you are better than you. Let Boss Xue see the skills of our new generation painters. I'll just say, if you are here, I'll use me to take action?"

Hu Die pushed Chen Dong to the painting table.

Chen Dong hesitated and said, "Sister, can I do it?"

Hu Die said: "Brother, believe in yourself, you will definitely do it. You are the only successor of the Dragon Sect, don't embarrass your father."

As he said that, Hu Die handed the brush to Chen Dong's hand.

With the brush in his hand, suddenly Chen Dong's mind flashed, and countless magnificent pictures appeared in front of his eyes, including mountains, rivers, animals and insects, and at the same time, there was a person he extremely hated, that was Xiao Dadu.

Chen Dong found that once he picked up the pen, he had spirituality and feelings, and could hardly control himself. He was full of energy, and he flew with ink and brushed his brush, and drew a large freehand picture of "The Filling the Numbers". The characters in the painting, with a big belly and squinted their eyes, were exactly the portrait of Xiao Daqian.

Although it is not a fine brushwork, it is also similar, and the more you look at it, the more you look.

All the painters present were painters. Although their skills were of high or low level, their appreciation ability was extraordinary. As soon as Chen Dong made a move, the painters were shocked. When did they see such a casual painter who splashed ink at will, the pens were freely walking, flowing, and the lines were smooth. Moreover, the characters were realistic and the artistic conception was distant, portraying a character who was full of stools, ignorant, but was sloppy and fussy.

The painters covered their mouths and couldn't help but laugh. Everyone knew that Chen Dong took the opportunity to satirize Xiao Qian. In fact, they had long suspected Xiao Qian's accomplishments in calligraphy and painting.

Xiao Qian's attainments in calligraphy and painting were average, and his understanding was naturally average. He didn't see the meaning in the painting for a while, and said with a sensation: "Okay, it's true that he is the descendant of the Dragon School."

Chen Dong saw Xiao Qian's seal at a glance, took it over and stamped it on the painting, and said, "Okay, the moji is new. Boss Xue can definitely identify the new work that happened. As for whether he can pass the test, I can't guarantee it. Take it over and let him see it."

Everyone brought their works to the living room together, and the portrait of Xiao Qianjiang unfolded.

Boss Xue looked down and his eyes lit up.

Although Mrs. Mao is not a painter, she has been married to the Mao family for many years and naturally has some ability to appreciate calligraphy and painting. After reading calligraphy and painting, she looked at Xiao Qian and said to her heart: I have always suspected that Xiao Qian has no real talent and knowledge, but only entered the painting academy by his friendship with her husband. I didn't expect that he would hide his skills and be so skilled, but... this portrait is obviously his self-deprecating picture, but he has a natural expression. Has he already seen that everyone's suspicion of him is ironic to us?

Mao Ni studied photography and only knew a little about the various schools of calligraphy and painting, but she could also feel the level of her works. When he looked at the seal, it was Xiao Qian's, nodded, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He said to himself: With an assistant like Xiao Qian, he still worried that the painting academy would not be revitalized.

After reading the painting, Boss Xue closed his eyes, slowly opened it for a while, and looked at Xiao Qian and said, "Assistant Xiao, it seems that Xue has misunderstood you."

"Boss Xue, you can criticize it."

"No, being able to create such a painting in such a short time is a masterpiece. Alas, it's all my fault for lightning rumors. Someone told me that since the previous dean's work, the Academy of Painting has lost talents. There is no real painter anymore. Some people even hope that I will take back the Academy of Painting and resell this real estate. I was still hesitating before coming. Should I agree to him? After reading Assistant Xiao's masterpiece, I have confidence that the Shuanglong Academy can be revitalized."

Xiao Qian's face was blushed and his eyes were smiling and slit.

After seeing off Boss Xue, Shuanglong Painting Academy was filled with celebration.

At noon, a celebration banquet was placed in the restaurant of the Painting Academy, and Xiao Qian was pushed to the center by Mao Ni and Mrs. Mao. In addition to Hu Die and several painters involved, Chen Dong and Xiao Qian themselves were also Chen Dong and Xiao Qian themselves. The others didn't know what they thought that the painting was really painted by Xiao Qian himself.

Mrs. Mao raised a glass of wine and said with a smile: "Assistant Xiao, although I have relied on you in recent years, I am more or less suspicious of your calligraphy and painting skills. But after reading your self-portrait today, I realized that you are humble and hidden. The meaning of your painting "The Message" is also very obvious, as if I am too clumsy."

Xiao Qianxin said: "Is the meaning of this painting a simplified number?" He couldn't help but look at Chen Dong and found that Chen Dong was laughing secretly. Xiao Qian glared at Chen Dong and said: Good boy, you are mocking me.

Mao Ni also picked up the wine glass and said to Xiao Qian: "Assistant Xiao, in the past few years since I was not here, the Art Academy has thanks to you. I am back. The Art Academy still needs your strong assistance."

Xiao Qian said: "Director Mao, you are back, and it's time for me to go home."

Mao Ni hurriedly said: "No, no, although I was born in a family of calligraphy and painting, I rarely come into contact with calligraphy and painting. In recent years, I have been focusing on photography. Although I know a little about calligraphy and painting, I am not as professional as Assistant Xiao. You are still responsible for the main business of the painting academy."

Xiao Qian shook his head and said, "Okay, because you are sincere to me, I will stay here to help you for a few years."

Chen Dong suddenly said, "No, I feel disgusting, I want to vomit..." As he said that, Chen Dong ran out with his stomach in his arms.
Chapter completed!