Slag Gong walks the career line in the crematorium

Chapter 036

After moving out of Qi's house, Qi Yuyu would only go back on weekends. Today is not the weekend, but he suddenly wanted to go back and have a look.

There was a traffic jam all the way, and the sky was already dark when we got home, which happened to be the time for dinner.

Qi's father, Qi's mother, and Qi Fenghua sat at the dinner table, enjoying themselves happily, talking and laughing happily. After seeing Qi Yuyu, they were all stunned, and the originally warm and harmonious atmosphere also turned cold.

It was Qi Fenghua who came to his senses first, he was still angry with Qi Yuyu for persuading him to agree to the divorce, and his tone was neither hot nor cold: "Why did you come here suddenly?"

His tone of voice was too taken for granted, as if this was only his home, not Qi Yuyu's.

Qi Yuyu's sudden arrival, like an unfamiliar relative coming to the door, made the host a little embarrassed. Qi's mother stroked her hair uncomfortably: "Have you eaten yet? If you haven't eaten, let's sit down and eat together."

"No." Qi Yuyu had mixed feelings in his heart, "I came here for the Spring Breeze Exhibition..."

Before he finished speaking, Qi's father interrupted him with a smile: "Are you here to pick out the selected paintings for your brother?"

At the same time, the somewhat stagnant atmosphere became heated again. Qi's father, Qi's mother, and Qi Fenghua discussed with a smile, as if they were asking for Qi Yuyu's opinion, but they didn't care about Qi Yuyu's answer.

"I think the "Mother" painted by your brother is not bad, it is very maternal and gentle."

"I think Fenghua's "Volcano Eruption" has more impact and is more suitable for the competition."

"Mom and Dad, I want to send "The Waves" to the competition..."

Qi Fenghua studied oil painting, which is the most orthodox painting in the painting world and has the widest audience. His works are always bright. Only in recent years, some sad elements have been added to his style, which makes his works more colorful. It's a bit layered.

Looking at it from the perspective of a professional art dealer, Qi Fenghua's painting skills are still young, but considering that he is only 22 years old, as long as he keeps improving and given him some time, he will have a bright future.

Qi Yuyu never denied Qi Fenghua's talent in painting. He ate in silence, and his parents' praise and pride echoed in his ears. He suddenly put down the bowl and chopsticks and interrupted them: "Dad, Mom, I also want to participate in the Spring Breeze Art Exhibition."

The rest of the people paused, and their eyes finally fell on Qi Yuyu.

"What do you mean?" Father Qi frowned, "Are you expressing dissatisfaction to us?"

Qi's father was a little angry. He felt that Qi Yuyu was jealous of his younger brother. Seeing that his parents only paid attention to his younger brother and not him, he secretly expressed his dissatisfaction here.

Thinking about it, he was just a little angry at first, but soon turned into real anger. Father Qi suppressed his anger and said in a low voice: "You are so old, you still do this."

Qi's mother was not very happy either: "This is a major event in your brother's life, why are you here to join in the fun?"

Qi Yuyu looked at the three of them and sighed softly in his heart. He tried his best to explain: "I also like drawing, I want to try..."

"If you like painting, you can paint and play by yourself." Father Qi said very enlightenedly, "It's a good thing to have a hobby after work, and we haven't stopped you."

Qi's mother followed closely behind: "The Spring Breeze Exhibition is a business, so don't disturb your brother's affairs."

Inside and outside the words, there is an unconscious indifference.

Qi Yuyu was silent for a while, then he asked, "What if I must participate?"

"There are so many painters from primary school to adult participating in the selection. You have never studied systematically. Even if you participate in the competition, you will probably be rejected in the first round." Qi Fenghua stirred the bowl with a spoon gracefully. Chicken soup, with a worried tone, "Brother, don't expect too much."

No one took Qi Yuyu's words seriously.

"You should take advantage of the Spring Breeze Art Exhibition to sign contracts with more potential painters and sell a few paintings. Don't be idle." Father Qi finally said.

I thought Qi Yuyu would dismiss this idea, but the rest of them heard Qi Yuyu's deep voice.

"My brother's painting is a business, why do I not do my job when I paint?"

Qi's father was a little annoyed even if he didn't listen to what he said, and he snorted coldly: "Do you have the talent of your brother! If you don't have this talent, don't try to support yourself by painting."

Having understood his family's opinion, Qi Yuyu looked down at his job.

Qi Fenghua showed his love and preference for painting when he was a child. Qi's father and Qi's mother invited several painters from different schools to enlighten Qi Fenghua who was still a child.

Not long after Qi Yuyu was taken home, he had a lukewarm relationship with his parents, and he was not close to his younger brother. Only when his younger brother was learning to paint and he listened to him, he felt the charm of art.

At that time, he didn't even understand the difference between oil painting and watercolor painting, and he couldn't tell the difference between Picasso and Monet. He only knew that he filled the painting with the discomfort and loneliness of coming to the new environment.

For a long time afterwards, Qi Yuyu followed Qi Fenghua to attend and study. Until he went to school, Qi Yuyu used painting to vent his emotions when he was free.

He didn't study systematically. He just listened to some basics from different "teachers" when he was a child. He knew a little about Chinese painting, he also liked oil painting, and he also dabbled in watercolor painting... If it wasn't for the limited conditions, he would not be unacceptable to sculpture.

After graduation, he obeyed his parents' wishes and became an art dealer. He took over the accumulated connections at home and paved the way for his younger brother's career as a painter. Qi Yuyu had time to paint only when he returned to his own house.

Painting seems to be just his hobby, a means to calm down his mood, but after Lin Hanchuan said a few words, Qi Yuyu found that his ambition in painting was highlighted.

Qi Yuyu was even a little puzzled: Is he really a submissive character?Why can he endure his parents' neglect and indifference, and still give everything to them?

Do I have such a holy father?Qi Yuyu didn't know why he suddenly felt a sense of disobedience, he just didn't want to bear it anymore.

So he stood up, wiped his mouth slowly, threw the toilet paper into the bowl, and said, "Whether I have the talent for painting is my business, but I really don't have the talent to be an art dealer."

"What do you mean?" Father Qi looked at Qi Yuyu suspiciously.

"I'm quitting." Qi Yuyu smiled, his usually calm face showed a bit of coquettishness.

Both Qi's father and Qi's mother stared dumbfounded at Qi Yuyu clapping his hands and leaving gracefully. Qi Fenghua also looked at Qi Yuyu's back. He somehow felt that this temperament seemed familiar...he seemed to have seen the same temperament from the back.

When he came back to his senses, Qi's father and Qi's mother were trembling with anger, and they also pulled back Qi Fenghua's thoughts. He regained his senses, comforted his parents, and didn't think about who Qi Yuyu's back was similar to.

Walking out of Qi's house slowly, the sky was completely dark. Qi Yuyu looked up at the night that was too dark to reveal a single starlight, and he was actually relieved, like a person who had been in prison for a long time and finally walked out of the prison.

It was obviously the same sky and the same air, Qi Yuyu only felt relaxed, as if some shackles had been removed.

With a thought, Qi Yuyu took out a business card, and he called according to the phone number on the card, with a faint smile in his voice: "Boss Yi, I don't know if you still count what you said."

When Lin Hanchuan received the call, he was still negotiating with the workers in the gallery about renovation issues. After hearing Qi Yuyu's words, he was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "I mean what I say."

After driving to the intersection near Qi's house, he picked up Qi Yuyu, Lin Hanchuan said with a smile, "Do you want to sign a contract with me?"

Painters generally don't sell their own paintings in person. First, they may not understand the market price and sell their works cheaply; second, they may not have many sales channels.

Most painters will choose to sign a contract with a gallery, hand over the agency rights of their works to the gallery, and the gallery will find channels to sell them, and the two parties will share according to the ratio.

More powerful galleries can even turn unknown little painters into emerging famous artists, selling their works at tens of times and hundreds of times the price; while the works of well-known painters, with the professional operation and channels of the gallery, can also It can find accurate collectors and sell them at a more expensive price.

Art is the art of the few as well as the art of the rich.

Qi Yuyu is also an art dealer, and he knows it well. It stands to reason that he has no shortage of channels and has accumulated more contacts than Lin Hanchuan, a fledgling art dealer, but he just said: "If we sign a contract, how do you want to share it?" ?”

The two talked and laughed, and arrived at the destination, Qi Yuyu's own home.

Lin Hanchuan only came here once, so he memorized the address.

When getting off the car, Qi Yuyu casually invited: "Want to go up for a drink?"

Lin Hanchuan hesitated for a few seconds, the matter of the gallery was waiting for him to go back, and the matter of the Spring Breeze Art Exhibition was also waiting for him to understand. Seeing Qi Yuyu's eyes, Lin Hanchuan unfastened his seat belt: "Great kindness is hard to come by."

Qi Yuyu's home was the same as in memory, filled with a strong atmosphere of collectors. Lin Hanchuan looked around and found that Qi Yuyu had put away all his own paintings.

Taking out a few cans of beer from the refrigerator, Qi Yuyu handed Lin Hanchuan two cans.

The two men sat side by side on the sofa, knocked open the tab of the beer with a snap, the air was filled with a faint smell of alcohol, mixed with the aroma of wheat, and the two touched each other tacitly.

"Respect freedom."

Lin Hanchuan didn't ask about Qi Yuyu's family affairs, and Qi Yuyu didn't say anything, just like Qi Yuyu didn't ask why Lin Hanchuan suddenly gave up painting and became an art dealer.

The cold beer poured into his stomach all the way, Lin Hanchuan didn't change his face: "Have you decided which painting you want to use for the competition?"

Qi Yuyu understood the tastes of the judges better than the average contestants. He drank a sip of beer and murmured: "Although each judge is only scoring according to personal aesthetics, everyone has different tastes, but..."

"The paintings that are richer and more impactful at first glance are more likely to be favored by the judges."

Now that he decided to participate, Qi Yuyu didn't plan to deal with it casually. He was holding a breath in his heart and needed to release it in the painting.

Lin Hanchuan touched the beer in Qi Yuyu's hand with his own beer, and the two cans collided with a dull sound: "Come on."

The gloom in Qi Yuyu's eyes gradually dissipated, and he showed a little smile, jokingly said: "After winning the award, I will hang it in your gallery, and you will have a treasure in the store."

"Okay." Lin Hanchuan replied with a smile, "I will hang it in the most conspicuous position."

"If someone asks, I will tell him that this is my treasure, not for sale."

The author has something to say:

The Spring Breeze Art Exhibition is my fiction, but the prototype comes from the National Art Exhibition.

I don't know anything about painting, if there is a little cutie who understands it, it's outrageous... that's because I made it all up, eh?