The next morning.

Clear.

Wrapped in star gear, Lu Yuan stepped off the plane alone and walked towards the Central Art Museum next to Yenching University.

Lu Yuan found out through the search that there is a unique Chinese and foreign art exhibition here today, and at the same time, there is a Porsche car show next door tomorrow.

What is the impression of the auto show?

Luxury cars are everywhere, people come and go, and there are many photographers......

What about other than that?

In addition, there are a group of car models with good figures and good faces.

Models?

Right!

That's right!

Lu Yuan didn't mean anything else, he just came to see the car model, his purpose was very simple and pure.

He wanted to confirm whether his aesthetics were wrong, so he took a two-pronged approach......

Although it was a little biased, Lu Yuan found that he didn't seem to find any other way.

Art exhibitions have always been a place for high-caliber people to visit.

Lu Yuan has never been a high-quality person.

If he still knows how to play the piano and guitar, then he is completely black about painting, photography and so on.

He doesn't understand this thing.

However, whether it is a photography exhibition or an art exhibition, there is a commonality, that is, human beings' desire for beauty, basically people who can go to this kind of place have a certain aesthetic sense, and aesthetics are not a problem.

Lu Yuan doesn't understand?

It doesn't matter if you don't understand.,In short, a place with a lot of people must be beautiful.,The public's aesthetics are at least normal.,If you don't think it's beautiful.,Then you can basically be sure that there's something wrong with your aesthetics.。

Seem......

This method of proof is somewhat biased.

Even Lu Yuan felt a little biased.

However, he couldn't find any other way to prove it for a while, and he had never been to any art exhibitions before, so he should go on vacation this time......

The Central Museum of Art is very crowded with people.

Lu Yuan looked at the coolly dressed warblers and birds outside the art museum, and slightly felt that the weather seemed to be a little hot.

He looked up from below......

Well......

This figure is okay, that is good......

When looking at the figure, Lu Yuan felt quite attractive, but when he looked at the face, Lu Yuan suddenly found that this attraction was slowly lost.

He couldn't tell if it was pretty or not.

This feeling is the same as last night when Lu Yuan watched college flowers, otaku gods and goddesses, and Internet celebrities for several hours......

These people made Lu Yuan very dazed.

Are these people pretty?

I don't know why, Lu Yuan felt more and more frightened, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that he was finished.

These people turned out to be exactly the same in Lu Yuan's eyes, and he didn't feel how beautiful these people were at all.

Hell, is there something wrong with my sexual orientation?

Lu Yuan had such a shocking idea for no reason!

After Lu Yuan doubted himself, he opened many photos of male gods, and by the way, he flipped through the photos of those so-called "macho men......

And then......

He was so disgusted by himself that he was about to throw up.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

It's normal to have your own sexual orientation!

At least after thinking about something he shouldn't think about in his head, he felt disgusting, and the whole person was creepy.

At least he doesn't have a problem with that.

If it's not gay, it's easy to solve, at most it's an aesthetic problem.

So Lu Yuan said to Wu Tingting that he would go to Yanjing, Wu Tingting originally wanted to follow Lu Yuan, but Lu Yuan said that he had no problem at all and refused to let anyone follow him.

Wu Tingting looked at Lu Yuan's mysterious expression and felt a little strange.

What did Mr. Lu do in Yanjing?

Is it about business?

Wait! Mr. Lu's game company doesn't seem to have moved in Yanjing yet, and it seems that Lu always goes to the game company......

Of course, no matter what Wu Tingting thought, she couldn't imagine that Lu Yuan went to Yanjing to prove whether there was something wrong with her.

In fact, many times many people are quite normal.

However, when a trivial incident happened that no one cared about, and that person suddenly began to wonder, it became more and more wrong.

And then......

This little thing is like a seed that keeps sprouting in your heart, making you feel more and more inexplicable.

It's the same as being scared out of the disease if you don't get sick.

It's a mental cycle.

Lu Ergouzi, who has always been very free and easy, has finally fallen into this psychological cycle of cheating.

So Lu Yuan had a nightmare where people all over the world suddenly turned into a face......

I couldn't sleep when I woke up.

In any case, he wanted to prove that his aesthetic was really wrong.

And the source of all this is a pair of glasses.

Old-fashioned black-framed glasses.

Is there anything more than that?

....................................

"Sir...... Please show your ID......"

"Oh...... ...... here"

"Ah, you are...... Lu ......"

"Shhhh ”

"Oh, yes, sir, please come with me...... This is the VIP position, by the way, should I help you find a bodyguard to follow......"

"Don't, don't do this, I want to be like normal people, I don't want to be noticeable. ”

"Oh, this ......"

"What?"

"Can you sign it for me? I like you so much......"

"I don't have a pen and paper......"

"I have, you wait here, don't go, wait for me here......"

"Well, okay......"

"This ...... Where's the sign?"

"Sign me on my phone ....... ”

"Good. ”

"Wow...... Your art is really unique, exactly like what is said on the Internet, it is quite collectible! Your art style is too strong...... It's quite a post-modern rebellious revival!"

“？？？”

A rebellious revival of postmodernity?

WordArt?

Art style?

I'm special.

Lu Yuan looked at the scribbled signature on the phone case very seriously, and then he was a little suspicious of life.

He really doesn't understand art, and he knows that he doesn't have any qualifications, but he doesn't think that what he signs casually is art.

If it's really art, then wouldn't it be a waste of all the tremors I suffered in elementary school?

But this long-legged ticket checker girl was extremely excited, if it weren't for the work requirements and couldn't talk more, she would definitely be full of praise for Lu Yuan's words, and looking at her expression, it was completely a picture of getting a treasure to be treasured, and even the mobile phone didn't have a phone case......

Lu Yuan suddenly realized that he had made a wrong decision to come to the art exhibition this time.

If everyone's aesthetics are the same as this girl's, then I'd rather have the wrong aesthetics.

I'm really just scribbling, it's really not art!

Lu Yuan shook his head speechlessly, but finally decided to walk into the art museum.

The art museum is very lively, and it seems that all the people are good.

Lu Yuan originally thought that his outfit would be very unusual here, after all, he was wearing a mask, black-framed glasses and hats, a standard celebrity three-piece suit, but when he really entered it, he found that he was very ordinary.

Yes.

There are not many people who dress like themselves, and there are also many middle-aged people who look unkempt with unkempt hair and hideous beards......

Of course, there are not many people in suits and leather shoes.

"Below, we are about to appreciate the masterpiece of Master Glenn, "Distant Sunrise" Master Glenn is a painting genius in the Middle Ages, his interior is full of beauty, quite a kind of rebellious calm, you see this rising sun, there is a cloud above the rising sun, symbolizing the turmoil and hope of the society at that time, and ...... at the same time"

Lu Yuan followed the flow of people into a venue, and then he saw a narrator with a microphone explaining the painting on the wall.

Lu Yuan looked up at the painting.

This painting is indeed very beautiful, and Lu Yuan was attracted by this painting at a glance.

If you really want to evaluate, Lu Yuan only has four words!

"Damn, it's good-looking!"

And then what?

Gone......

With his level of appreciation for his pit father, he can only use one sentence to beat the world.

But......

The strength of the narrator is really strong.

After Lu Yuan, a person who doesn't understand art, was said by the host, he suddenly felt that this painting was very awesome......

And those onlookers were naturally amazed, and they all expressed their opinions and said their own descriptions of the beauty of this painting......

Lu Yuan nodded.

It seems that this point is the same as everyone else, and this painting is indeed beautiful.

Then, there should be nothing wrong with your own aesthetics.

"Below, this painting is a representative of abstract painting, and when we appreciate this painting, we can't look at it with ordinary eyes, we need to use a deeper aesthetic, such as when we look at this kind of line......"

Lu Yuan looked at another abstract painting on the wall......

He was at a loss.

No matter what the commentator said, Lu Yuan was still at a loss.

I can't even say that sentence.

It's art.

Yes!

It's art.

"Wow...... This painting is really beautiful!"

"Yes, it's very artistic, you see the lines, and the triangular frame structure......"

"If I had to say, this painting is much more beautiful than the one just now......"

"Yes!"

“......”

Lu Yuan was completely messy in the wind.

His eyes widened, but he found that his aesthetic still hurt.

He scratched his head after turning his head to look at the look of obsession and admiration at everyone.

He felt like he had made the wrong trip.

"Come on, everybody come with me again...... There is also a painting, yes, you guessed it, it is the painting of the famous painter, the old man Shi Gang, "Wheat Field in Autumn......" The narrator led everyone to another picture.

Everyone is still obsessed and admired......

As for Lu Yuan, he was still standing in place stupidly, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that he really didn't have any artistic cells.

Then, he sighed and shook his head.

Forget it, it doesn't prove my aesthetics here, at most it only proves that I have no artistic talent, and I am just a complete ordinary person......

Lu Yuan sighed.

"Now, after we have finished appreciating the painting, we will enjoy another photo, which is a picture of modern contradictions and conflicts, decadence and rebirth...... At the same time, there is an exclusive art signature inside the painting...... We have ceremoniously put this photograph in the main position in this exhibition......"

"Yes, you guessed it, this is the work of the world-famous photographer Daniel and the international piano artist Lu Yuan...... "The Man Who Smoked the Cigar"!"

“......”

The air suddenly became silent.

Lu Yuan, who was about to leave, looked up blankly.

Then, he saw a photo.

"It's a beautiful photograph that won first prize at last year's Venice International Photo Exhibition...... The charm of the photographs is very strong, and at the same time there is a post-modernist style in it, and all the scenes in it have contradictions, but this contradiction is very reasonable......"

"There are people who are born with an artistic temperament, and no one can deny that, first of all, we start with this cigar......"

“......”

This is Lu Yuan's autograph, the signature font recognized by major international photographers, and I believe everyone knows this font...... Yes, it is also one of the representatives of the postmodern rebellious style of fonts...... Or rather, he was a pioneer......"

“......”

Lu Yuan looked at the commentary and explained the photo very excitedly......

There was a loud crowd of admiration and praise all around......

His mind went blank.

Yes.

It's blank......

Then, when the host introduced his signature in a very profound sentence, his expression was unusually wonderful.

He still couldn't understand the host's words.

Yes!

What the hell is wrong with this world?

Don't......

Am I really an artist?

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