Portable Museum

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Regarding this, Zhang Junping did not refuse any of them, only said that Zhang Junping smiled and said to everyone: Friends don’t talk about buying, they only talk about exchanging.

Like George Fairburne, swapping Chinese antiques for paintings.

George Fairburn's complexion was not very good-looking, but he was helpless.

Fortunately, Zhang Junping promised that in exchange, he would also enjoy priority.

In fact, the so-called priority is just a psychological comfort. In the end, it depends on who bids higher.

This kind of party is basically divided into three parts. The first part is to get to know each other and expand your network.

The second part is about having fun, dancing ballroom dancing, getting to know each other between men and women, or looking for their own goals.

The third part, of course, is to reach a consensus after the goal is determined, and then find a place to go to the Paradise together.

Zhang Junping and Isabel Adjani directly omitted the second step. When the party reached the second stage, the two left Stuart Manor ahead of schedule.

Zhang Junping drove and brought Isabel Adjani to the George V Hotel in the urban area. This is the most luxurious hotel in Paris, a palace-level hotel.

Opened a suite, and after entering the room, the two of them stuck together without speaking.

The next day, Zhang Junping opened his eyes, feeling refreshed and comfortable.

After coming to Paris for such a long time, the accumulated firepower cannot be consumed overnight, but it has also been greatly relieved.

On the second day, the two of them stayed in the hotel without going out. The date was not over until the third day, when Isabel Adjani was leaving for work.

Although he had worked hard for two days and two nights, Zhang Junping didn't look tired at all, on the contrary, he was full of energy. His whole body seemed to be washed away from the dust, and he seemed relaxed and at ease.

"Master, where have you been? Why haven't you come back for two days?" As soon as the car stopped and entered the castle, Sophie Marceau ran over, took Zhang Junping's hand and said coquettishly.

"Hehe! I haven't seen you for two days, so I miss Master? Tell me, what's your purpose!" Zhang Junping smiled and scratched Sophie Marceau's nose.

"Master, people are really worried about you!" Sophie Marceau continued coquettishly shaking Zhang Junping's arm.

"Okay, okay! You are worried about Master! Thank you for your concern, Master is very touched!" Zhang Junping smiled and rubbed Sophie Marceau's hair.

"Master, look at this painting I just drew." Sophie Marceau took out her work as if offering a treasure.

It said on the small face, Master, praise me quickly.

Zhang Junping took it and took a look, it was very good.

Sophie Marceau has only been learning to paint for a few months, and she has surpassed the level of many people who have learned to paint for several years.

"Well, do you want me to praise you?" Zhang Junping turned to look at Sophie Marceau and asked with a smile.

"No! I just want Master to see if there is anything that needs to be improved." Sophie Marceau said a little coyly.

Zhang Junping couldn't help laughing, Sophie Marceau, who has always been straightforward, has learned to be humble.

"Well, the painting is really good, it's improved compared to before.

Although the master does not limit his imagination, he is as free as a bird.

However, your age is not suitable for learning abstract art.

You still have to learn realism first, this is the foundation.

Only when the foundation is well laid can we go further. "

"Master, didn't you say not to limit my imagination?"

"Sophie, who told you that imagination must be abstract?

Realism cannot be imaginative? "

"Go, take down the easel, canvas, brushes and dyes." Zhang Junping patted Sophie Marceau on the head.

"Oh!" Sophie Marceau knew that Zhang Junping was going to teach on the spot, and happily ran to get the painting tools.

After bringing the tools, he also took the initiative to help Zhang Junping support the easel and fix the canvas on the easel.

"Very good, our Sophie is really a diligent little princess." Zhang Junping praised with a smile.

"Master, I am no longer a child, please don't praise me in the tone of a child, okay?" Sophie Marceau said coquettishly, stomping her feet.

Although it was a protest, Sophie Marceau's expression revealed her mood.

"Well, Sophie is a big girl!

From now on, Master will not praise you. "Zhang Junping laughed.

"Master!" Sophie Marceau said coquettishly, grabbing Zhang Junping's arm.

"Okay, okay!" Zhang Junping stopped teasing Sophie Marceau.

"Let's use Sophie as a model and use our imagination to create a painting, shall we?"

"OK!

Master, how do you want to draw? "

"Shall we draw an angel version of Sophie Marceau?"

"Okay! Okay! I'm a happy little angel!" Sophie Marceau clapped her hands happily.

Zhang Junping has successfully replaced the father image in Sophie Marceau's heart.

I don't know, if Sophie Marceau's father knows, will he cry sadly.

Zhang Junping adjusted the colors and began to paint. Sophie Marceau stood obediently in front of the easel as a model, staring at Zhang Junping with eyes full of admiration and love.

Although it was a demonstration for his apprentices, Zhang Junping was still very attentive.

Treat each piece of work with heart, so that the skills can continue to improve.

However, the angel version of Sophie Marceau drawn by Zhang Junping is full of spoofs.

In the dark sky, covered with dark clouds, amidst lightning and thunder, an angel with jet-black wings burst out of the sky.

Fight the thunder and lightning in the sky.

Under the reflection of the lightning that pierced the sky, Sophie Marceau's expression was cold, and her eyes shone with merciless coldness.

A sharp long knife slashed at the lightning.

After finishing the last stroke, Zhang Junping put the brush aside and said with a smile, "Okay, Sophie will take a look."

Sophie Marceau ran over happily and was dumbfounded when she saw Zhang Junping's painting.

Is this yourself?

What about the good angel?

How did you become a fallen angel?

"How is it? Is it cool?" Zhang Junping is very satisfied with his creation.

"Wow! Master, it's so cool! I love you so much!" Sophie Marceau threw herself into Zhang Junping's arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, and clamped Zhang Junping's waist with her legs.

Sophie Marceau made Zhang Junping mess up.

Open your hands, nowhere to put them.

The excited Sophie Marceau vented in Zhang Junping's arms for a long time before jumping off with a blushing face.

"Master, this fallen angel is so cool! I love fallen angels!" Sophie Marceau fell in love with the image of her own fallen angel in the painting at a glance during the rebellious period.

"Hehe! Don't just like it. Take a look. Is my painting realistic? Is it imaginative?" Zhang Junping rubbed Sophie Marceau's hair and asked.

"Well, very cool, handsome fallen angel, full of imagination.

But it is also realistic. The wings and feathers of fallen angels are clearly visible, as well as lightning, dark clouds, strong winds, rainstorms, and leaves are all exactly the same as the real ones. "Sophie Marceau stared at the oil painting and nodded affirmatively.

"So, Sophie, I will never stifle your imagination, but you must also understand that it is not to draw a person's head in a square shape, to draw a person's arms thicker than their thighs, and their ears bigger than their head. Imagination." Zhang Junping took the opportunity to teach Sophie Marceau.

"Well, I understand Master! I will definitely learn to draw in the future, and I will draw realistically first, and then I will learn other things." Sophie Marceau nodded obediently.

"That's right! Abstract art is not something you should learn at your age.

Master the Impressionist style first, and then consider others. "

Abstract art was born after the end of World War I, and before World War II, people in this era were turbulent in their thinking, and their dissatisfaction with the old social system had reached the extreme.

In other words, the social system has begun to restrict the development of productive forces, so a large number of insightful people have begun to think about change.

During this period, not only the abstraction of oil paintings was born, but also many ghost novels were published.

In fact, it is the author who uses painting to create, and the novel to express the dissatisfaction of many societies.

Abstractionism later developed into an exploration of the nature of social things and the truest reflection of human thought.

Actually, what should I say?

A critic always thinks more and farther than the author.

Many people refer to Impressionism as representationalism, and abstractionism as essentialism.

In any case, Zhang Junping does not approve of beginners getting in touch with abstract art.

You haven't fully understood the appearance yet, and you just want to understand the essence?

After teaching Sophie Marceau for a while, he dragged her back from the wrong path, and Zhang Junping went to train the shop assistants again.

"Today is the last day of intensive training, and there will be training in the future, and everyone can only take turns to conduct training.

Tomorrow is a day off, and the day after tomorrow everyone will go directly to the store, clean up, and then start to put art.

We will officially open next Saturday. "After the training, Zhang Junping announced to everyone the news of the opening.

The training time this time is a bit long, and everyone is a little impetuous.

Although the salary is quite high and paid on time, but there is no official business, everyone is always a little uneasy.

"Sir, it's finally going to open, shall we have a party to celebrate?" Rosa suggested.

"It's up to you, as long as you're happy!" Zhang Junping doesn't care, just drive it if you want.

Anyway, it doesn't cost a lot of money.

There's enough red wine in the cellar for a hundred more parties.

In the evening, Zhang Junping opened the door of his studio and walked out after finishing his painting "72 Shapes of Rural Scenery".

Since Sophie Marceau broke in rashly last time, Zhang Junping would lock the door from the inside when entering the studio for creation.

As soon as he came out, he saw Chen Lijun sitting on the sofa in the living room on the third floor, looking at him.

"Sister Chen, it's so late, what's the matter here?"

"Why did you go the day before yesterday and yesterday?" Chen Lijun asked with a smile.

"I went to a party and..."

"Then take the beautiful woman you met and go out to spend the spring evening together?" Chen Lijun answered.

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Zhang Junping didn't speak either, just looked at Chen Lijun meaningfully.

She blushed and her heart beat faster when she saw it.

"Sister Chen, your vinegar smell is quite strong?" Zhang Junping teased with a smile.

"Nonsense, how can I be jealous, how could I be jealous of you!" Chen Lijun shook her head vigorously, and argued.

"Haha...ha!" Seeing Chen Lijun's embarrassed look, Zhang Junping couldn't help laughing.

Chen Lijun's face became more and more red.

She didn't know what was going on, but knowing that Zhang Junping hadn't come back for two days, she felt uncomfortable. When she saw Zhang Junping today, she couldn't bear it any longer. After dinner, she ran to the third floor to look for Zhang Junping.

The first few words were blurted out after seeing Zhang Junping.

They are all adults, and they have not returned home for two days and two nights. It is very clear what this means.

Especially when I saw Zhang Junping today, the aura of irritability in his body because he couldn't be released had disappeared.

This made Chen Lijun even more sure that Zhang Junping hadn't done anything good these two days.

It's just that she forgot one thing, what qualifications does she have to question Zhang Junping.

The relationship between the two is just an ordinary superior-subordinate relationship, so Zhang Junping politely called her Sister Chen.

It has nothing to do with anything else, she isn't even Zhang Junping's next-gen.