Mr. Lingbi's words naturally caused an uproar.

The ordinary people are okay, just Mr. Lingbi is praising the paintings, and they don't think much about it. But the old men next to him were completely stunned and didn't react for a long time.

After a long time, someone exclaimed, "Old Xu, what are you talking about?"

Xu Yan, font name Lingbi.

He was a great painter and a scholar.

In this life, he has achieved fame, has a social status, and is not bad for money. Participating in the cultural festival is nothing more than wanting to contribute to the hometown and give full play to the residual heat.

So now, following his heart, he smiled and said, "I'm just telling the truth." ”

"This painting is so good......"

Xu Yan looked around and asked seriously, "With your eyesight, can't you see the charm of this painting?"

“……”

Several old men looked at each other and fell silent. They are old, but their eyes are not flowering. What Xu Yan saw, they naturally wouldn't ignore it.

It is precisely because they see it that it is inconvenient for them to say it.

After all, in Western paintings, there are images of traditional Chinese paintings, how can this be said?

Intellectually, they also know that the imagery of the oil painting in front of them is very well integrated. If you ignore the pigments of oil painting, this is clearly an impression painting of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

The empty river on the left, the steps and houses on the right, and the stone bridge in the middle. Distant and close image, this is a very classic scene of small bridges and flowing water, and it is also a traditional theme of Chinese painting.

However, in Chinese painting, the impression of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River is different from the oil painting in front of you.

Not only the difference in technique, but also in structure.

After all, Chinese painting pays attention to the difference between the similar and the unlike, and creates an artistic conception with blank space.

However, the oil painting in front of me, the full composition, the elegant tone, the thick and rigorous shape, there is no blank space at all, but it still gives people a beautiful and poetic feeling of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

If you put aside the type of painting, judge purely from the senses.

Is there any difference between this oil painting and Chinese painting?

It was with this realization that several old men stopped talking. Because they are emotionally a little unacceptable. They felt that the boundary between oil painting and Chinese painting should not be broken in this way.

It was for this reason that several old men fell into an eerie silence.

The middle-aged man next to him also noticed the difference in the atmosphere, so he wanted to say something. However, at this time, Xu Yan reached out and pressed his words back.

At the same time, Xu Yan turned around and asked, "That...... Who, did Shiraba give you this painting, or did it lend it to you?"

"Huh?"

Xin Qiyue was stunned for a moment, then reacted, and hurriedly replied, "Borrow...... If you borrow it temporarily, borrow it from me to participate in the cultural festival, and when it's over, you have to return it. ”

“…… That's a pity. ”

Xu Yan smiled and said, "You have made a good friend, after today, Shen Zhuang is afraid that he will become famous." After all, after reading this painting, I also moved my mind and wanted to go to Shenzhuang to see the real scene of the Key Bridge, as well as the old mansion and stone steps, whether it was as beautiful as the painting in front of me. ”

"Ahh

Xin Qiyue was surprised and delighted, and said repeatedly: "Welcome to your boss." ”

As for making a good friend or something......

Well, that's right, it's a precious friendship.

After all, it's worth three million.

Xin Qiyue sighed, but also felt that the money seemed to be well spent. Although the current situation seems to be slightly different from the original plan. But the result was a great success, unexpectedly successful.

Anyway, it's thanks to the white leaves.

"Tomorrow. ”

Xu Yan made an agreement, and turned around and left with a few old men. After all, according to the itinerary, they have other things. It took a lot of time here, and we can't afford to delay any longer.

A wave of people left, but the lively scene did not dissipate.

The crowd of onlookers still lined up in turn, watching the oil paintings one by one.

Many people think that this painting is really good.

As for what's good......

Cut, just look good, so why do you want to be serious.

Watching, taking a group photo, and Marie leaving.

It's a process.

Of course, some people looked at the painting and asked, "What's the name of this painting?"

“…… Twin bridges. ”

Xin Qiyue explained with a smile: "The meaning of the double bridge is not that there are two bridges in the painting. In fact, the stone bridge of these two bridge caves is just one bridge. The reason why the painting is named Twin Bridges is mainly the reflection of the underwater, which also forms a bridge. One true and one false, one virtual and one real, so it is called Shuangqiao. ”

He memorized this passage very smoothly.

At the end, he added: "If you don't believe it, you can go to Shenzhuang and watch it with your own eyes." If there is a fake ...... Come to me, I pay for the round-trip. ”

"Go, definitely go. ”

"Get your gift package ready. ”

Among the crowd, many people also responded.

After all, they looked at the oil paintings, and they were also a little more curious about the scenery of Shen Zhuang.

If you are idle, you can take a trip.

This reaction naturally made Xin Qiyue overjoyed and smiled. After a few days, however, he couldn't laugh anymore, and he was thinking seriously about an idiom.

More than enough is too much......

Who coined this idiom and why is it so incisive?

At this moment, Xin Qiyue stayed in the town, looking at the dense flow of people outside the window, falling into joy and pain. He really didn't expect that the news on the provincial TV station would be so powerful.

Regarding the report on the cultural festival, the provincial station only gave 30 seconds of footage.

These thirty seconds of footage, involving Shen Zhuang, are only five seconds. It was these five-second shots that created the scene where Shenzhuang is now overcrowded and almost full.

The alleys are almost crowded with people, everyone rubbing shoulders and sweating like rain.

Especially around the Key Bridge, there is no place to stay. The river is okay, and the small boats, under the urging of the front and back, do not dare to stay at all, and can only slowly drift along the stream.

But on the shore, there was really no gap, and everyone was huddled together, vying to see the stone bridge.

Actually, that's what bridges are.

It's not necessarily true to say how beautiful it is.

But here I came, I didn't look at it for a few minutes and took pictures, and I was sorry for the travel expenses. So, squeeze it, anyway, in this country, everyone is used to this situation.

If there is no overcrowding at any scenic spot, not many people are willing to go.

After a large number of people poured into Shen Zhuang. While Xin Qiyue was distressed, he also hurriedly asked for help from the higher authorities. An hour later, mobile ambulances, medical staff were in place, and a bunch of volunteers were directing the crowd through the town.

Everything went in order, nothing went wrong.

This made Xin Qiyue breathe a sigh of relief, and at the same time, the moth still appeared. It's not an accident, but some tourists have asked to see the oil paintings of Shuangqiao.

This request also triggered the echo of many people.

Can you refuse the call from the masses?

Fortunately, the oil painting was not returned, and Xin Qiyue had no choice but to find a spacious place in the town to serve as an exhibition hall, and then put up the refueling stand for people to queue up to watch.

Then he was pleasantly surprised to find that the oil painting seemed to have a diversion effect.

The dense crowd on the side of the bridge immediately evacuated nearly half.

Outside the temporary exhibition hall, there was also a long queue. Two of them were the first to enter the hall and saw the oil painting in the middle of the hall.

These two people, one in his forties, was the art critic Gao Bo. The other one is in his twenties, and it happens to be Yu Chi. If Bai Ye was here, I'm afraid I would be surprised, I didn't expect these two people to know each other.

In fact, the two not only knew each other, but Yu Chi was pestering Gao Bo on this trip, so he had to come over.

Entering the hall and seeing the oil painting, Yu Chi suddenly became excited. His breathing was a little short, his eyes flashed brightly, and after a long time, he regained some composure, turned his head and asked, "Brother Gao, how is this painting?"

Gao Bo didn't speak, just took out his professional camera and clicked to capture the details of the oil painting.

A few minutes passed, and when the tourists behind them began to urge, the two were reluctant to leave. The moment he walked out of the exhibition hall, Gao Bo spoke: "Bai Ye has fallen!"

"Huh?"