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"What happened?"

"You are really curious about the result..."

"Sorry, I just have an inexplicable faith in the Great God, but the Great God can count down my sketches from the whole class and bring them into the top ten fairy figures in the class!"

"My gouache is also brought up by the great god!"

"This wave, I'm overwhelming!"

Zhong Yu spoke viciously, but it was inevitable that he was a little lacking in confidence. He also blamed himself for his broken hand. What was bad for him, but he used Chinese painting?

Send the great god to the tiger's mouth, this is!

So Zhong Yu was full of guilt, and pressing Lin Yuan was a kind of salvation.

And at the forefront of the crowd.

Professor Kong An of the Department of Fine Arts smiled faintly and said nothing.

Behind Kong An, there are several mentors from the art department who also came to join in the fun today. Some people even underestimated a few words:

"Is there any hope?"

"Do you mean Lin Yuan?"

"I think it's better."

"Probably there is a comparison, but the result is not much suspense."

"..."

It's not that Lin Yuan looks down on Lin Yuan, but Lin Yuan's attainments in gouache and sketching are amazing, and painting must have his own specialties.

Lin Yuan's gouache and sketches are so good, the Chinese painting may not be deep enough.

This is a very common fixed thinking. In fact, if ordinary people don't open up, they really can't escape this law.

"Out!"

When everyone was discussing, an exclamation came from the door.

Lin Yuan and Luo Wei finally walked out of the room inside.

Everyone observes Lin Yuan, good fellow, with a cold face as always, without a smile that meets social expectations——

Maybe it was a bit miserable?

But after everyone looked at Luo Wei, they hesitated again, because Luo Wei seemed a little absent, and she felt a little fluttering when she walked. She almost fell when going out, and many people couldn't help but stretch out their hands to help.

Fortunately, Luo Wei did not fall, she just glanced at the people in despair, and finally fixed her eyes on Kong An: "Are you here?"

"Well, how?"

Kong An asked with a smile.

Luo Wei smiled bitterly: "You want to go in and see?"

Kong An continued to smile and said, "Aren't you missing a referee?"

Luo Wei shook her head and whispered: "I don't deserve it."

The voice was so small that only Kong An, who was closest to Luo Wei, could hear it.

Kong An was stunned for a moment, glanced at Lin Yuan, his heart was slightly fluctuating, and then quickly walked into the studio, and he saw the phoenix wings drawn by Luo Wei at a glance.

"During this period, you have improved again."

Kong An smiled and praised.

The mentors also nodded frequently, Luo Wei's phoenix, painted superbly!

"Niu Bian!"

"I go!"

"This Phoenix is ​​so handsome!"

"The president is too cruel."

"Directly show the strongest ability?"

"..."

The students behind opened their heads, and finally started talking.

Then Kong An walked towards Lin Yuan's painting.

It was a painting with the back of the students. Everyone could not see it. Only Kong An and a few tutors saw it.

Then, under the gaze of all the students, everyone was stunned to see that Kong An and several instructors changed their faces!

Especially Professor Kong, he clearly took a breath of air-conditioning!

There was silence in the studio.

In this silence, the members of the painting club moved a bit uncomfortably.

Zhong Yu is unclear.

Why are Professor Han's expressions so strange?

No explanation.

Kong An solemnly took out the glasses in his pocket and put them on, then leaned in front of Lin Yuan's painting and looked at it carefully.

He seemed to want to touch the painting, but his hand paused in the air again, and he took it back.

The ink is still wet.

Touching it will affect the quality of the painting.

For a long time, Kong Ancai said with emotion: "With thick ink vertical dots as eyes, horizontal writing as brains, drop ink into gold, pen and pen expressive... With pen belly and light ink, the body is soaked in color, and the shrimp body is crystal clear ...... Write whiskers, claws, and big claws with the tip of a center forward, combining strength and softness to condense and express your spirit...... This is everyone's hand!"

The students couldn't help but want to enter the door.

Kong An stopped drinking and said, "Look outside!"

The students were shocked and did not dare to enter the door.

Kong An took care of everyone's emotions and turned the painting to everyone.

When everyone looked at Lin Yuan’s paintings, some were thoughtful, some were dumbfounded, some were unclear, and some were inexplicable...

shrimp?

The painting is good.

Lifelike.

But compared to Phoenix, it seems not surprising?

This is the perception of most people.

Putting Qi Baishi's shrimp and ordinary ink painter's shrimp together, most people can't see much difference.

Because they are all shrimps.

However, not everyone lacks sufficient appreciation skills. The painting club also has some masters of ink painting, who can see the horror of Lin Yuan's painting!

Therefore, these people were shocked, and then they looked at Lin Yuan, their eyes were inexplicably shocked.

Kong An body side.

The ink and wash teacher in the school said with an exaggerated expression: "The use of the pen in this painting is simply superb. Look at the waist of this shrimp, showing different moods. Some are bowed forward, some are straight waist wandering, and some are bent. Crawling, without the slightest rigidity, without water, but you can feel the shrimp swimming in the water..."

This sentence aroused the approval of other mentors.

Another instructor said: "Look at the pair of front paws of the shrimp, from thin to thick, from several nodes to two claws, shaped like pliers, with openings and closings. The shrimp's tentacles are drawn with several light ink lines, which look like Easy, but extremely difficult, at least, I can’t do it.”

"The painting is alive."

If the painting is alive, the life of the shrimp comes out of it.

When the painting becomes stiff, the shrimp loses its life.

In this painting, the lines of the shrimp's whiskers seem to be soft, solid and rigid, as if they are broken and connected, there is a curve in the straight, and an orderly in chaos, the shrimp on the paper seems to be swimming in the water, and the tentacles seem to move with the waves... …

"This painting should have a name."

Kong An looked at Lin Yuan at the door.

Lin Yuan finally showed a smile: "Six Shrimp Pictures."

A student said: "It's obviously five shrimps!"

"Yes indeed……"

"Five indeed."

"and many more……"

"Look at the side of the shrimp group..."

"That seems to have shrimp?"

"It's a shrimp head, claws, and whiskers..."

"It's too light to see!"

"Six indeed!"

"This sixth one is blocked, but it does exist..."

"..."

The crowd suddenly became silent.

This kind of virtual and real structure is a very clever technique in Chinese painting, but many students do not master it well, and everyone can't even imagine how Lin Yuan outlines this feeling. Even if you don’t understand how good this painting is, you can let your tutor teach it. We are amazed, we at least know that the standard of this painting is definitely very high.

"Lin Yuan, how about selling this painting to me?"

Kong An suddenly turned his head to look at Lin Yuan. What no one knew was that at this moment, Kong An completely stopped accepting Lin Yuan as a disciple.

Because Kong An knows that Lin Yuan's level of Chinese painting is higher than that of his professor!

"Professor Kong!"

Luo Wei suddenly said, "Ms. Lin Yuan has already sold this painting to me! You don't have to fight with me as a student?"

This girl was called "you" before.

At this moment, his attitude completely changed: "And I promised Teacher Lin Yuan that I would be a manga assistant for him in the future. I paid a great price for this painting!"

Everyone was speechless.

This victory or defeat, still use judgment?

President Luo shouted "Teacher Lin Yuan".

Kong An stared at the "Six Shrimp Picture", feeling a little pity, but Luo Wei said so, he can't grab it, and can only helplessly say: "You are so lucky, remember to treasure this painting."

"The student union."

Luo Wei regained a low profile. You are still a good professor if you don't grab the painting.

The mentors couldn't help but look at Lin Yuan: "Can you take a picture?"

"can."

Lin Yuan has no opinion.

He noticed that his painting reputation was rising.

"Crack."

"Crack."

All the instructors took pictures, including Kong An, and took many pictures in a row.

"This painting does not seem to be signed."

After taking the photo, Kong An looked at Lin Yuan: "Please give me an inscription?"

Lin Yuan shook his head: "No need."

The painting is to be sold to Luo Wei. This is the deal he made with Luo Wei before going out. Luo Wei’s price is one million.

Compared with the value of this painting, one million is only a drop in the ocean.

But Lin Yuan knew that because this painting was painted by himself, its value is not the same as Qi Baishi painted it himself.

Although, this painting can also be regarded as being painted by Qi Baishi himself.

In addition, Luo Wei also agreed to be Lin Yuan's comic assistant for three years.

Lin Yuan thought for a while and agreed, anyway, he couldn't sell this painting at a sky-high price.

In other words.

You paint Van Gogh's Sunflower, even if it is Van Gogh's possession, it is useless. As long as this painting is not painted by Van Gogh himself, it will not achieve its own value.

Lin Yuan still understands this truth.

Even Qi Baishi himself, his paintings were not worth money at first.

The value of money only began after he became famous, when he was old, and even after he died.

"This painting can be taken out to fight."

Kong An looked at Lin Yuan and made suggestions.

Luo Wei quickly said: "I will send it to the exhibition."

Lin Yuan nodded, this will also increase his reputation. His painting reputation is much less than that of music and literature.

"Let's go away."

Kong An waved to everyone.

Most of the students were still at a loss. A small number of students were scattered and reluctant to give up. They also took pictures, but Kong An refused to let in and everyone could only take pictures from a distance.

Anyone who understands understands why Kong An refused to let in.

There is no protection for this painting. There are too many people, and it will be a pity if the painting is damaged.

"Can you still paint this kind of painting?"

The crowd was almost dispersed, Kong An asked Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan shook his head and opened his mouth: "This is the best one I have painted. I can't copy it."

Kong An regretfully said, "I still want to ask you for a painting. If I can paint in the future, can you give me one?"

"Try your best."

Lin Yuan is not sure if he will have similar character cards in the future.

Kong An nodded.

He didn't doubt Lin Yuan's words.

This painting is amazing. It is normal for Lin Yuan to paint it only once, just like writing a song. When inspiration comes, he naturally performs supernormally.

But no matter how extraordinary it is, it also shows one thing:

Lin Yuan is a master of Chinese painting!

His specialization is actually not gouache, not sketching, but the most popular type of blue star and the most learners:

traditional Chinese painting!

How amazing!

Gouache sketches comparable to professional grades are not Lin Yuan’s main attack direction...

"You will become a master in the future."

This is Kong An's final evaluation. In fact, Lin Yuan's painting is already a master, but the circle will not admit that a student is a master.

This is helpless.

The Blue Star Art Circle is a place to talk about qualifications.

It's just that from now on, Blue Star's painting world should at least have a place in Lin Yuan. He Kong An will give Lin Yuan a shout!