It is undoubtedly a good thing that someone is paying attention. The problem is that people are crowded over, overcrowded, and prone to accidents, which naturally makes people worry. When the organizer rushed to call people over to maintain order, several of Xin Qiyue's subordinates also moved a painting over.

The huge picture frame, like half of the wall, requires four young men to work together to move it. After a while, a huge frame was placed in front of everyone.

It's just that the painting is covered by a layer of cloth, and everyone can only see the outline.

At this time, what kind of mystery is there to do. An old man stepped forward, stretched out his hand directly, and the black cloth flew away. Everyone's eyes converged, and they immediately saw the whole picture of a painting.

The scene in the painting is exactly the same as the picture of the small ticket in the hands of some people.

But the sense of contrast, as well as the visual impact, is completely different.

After all, a small ticket is just the size of a square inch, no matter how clear the ticket is, it must be limited visually. But the huge painting, about three meters long and two meters wide.

Such a large size is directly placed in front of everyone's eyes.

In addition, the realistic shape and three-dimensional texture are naturally shocking.

In the painting is a bridge.

A stone bridge.

If you want to talk about the land of water towns, places with dense water networks, and scenes of small bridges and flowing water, it will definitely not be rare. Stone bridges are very common in rural towns.

The problem is that the small bridge in the painting is very special and unusual. This is also the reason why some people pick up the ticket and are reluctant to throw it away after seeing the painting on the ticket.

The main thing is that the paintings on the face of the tickets are very attractive, and they suddenly evoke their memories of the water town.

Nowadays, the huge original painting catches everyone's eye, not much else, purely from a visual point of view, this is a kind of enjoyment, allowing them to clearly appreciate the tranquility and peace of the stone bridge and the buildings next to the bridge.

A hazy imagery that touches everyone's hearts.

It's just that most of the people present may have some empathy when looking at the paintings. But let them really analyze, what is the element of this empathy, they themselves can't say.

"What a strange bridge. ”

After watching for a while, in the dense crowd, someone couldn't help but whisper: "Is there really such a bridge?"

“…… I haven't seen it anyway. ”

"Is this a painting?"

"It's not a painting, what else can it be?"

"It looks like a photograph. ”

“…… No matter what it looks like, after reading the previous one, hurry up. ”

"We're going to see too. ”

All kinds of chaotic sounds, one after another.

Due to the limited space, the crowd behind can't see the situation in front of them, and it is inevitable to make noise. At this moment, not only Xin Qiyue and others were embarrassed, but even the organizers were sweating profusely.

After a few urgent discussions, a middle-aged man found a megaphone and said loudly: "Don't worry, don't be impatient, and abide by the order to avoid accidents." ”

"After a while, a few masters will explain to you the subtlety of Shen Zhuang's paintings, please visit in an orderly manner. The festival takes place for a long time, ensuring that everyone has a great time. ”

Under the appeasement of the middle-aged man, a little commotion subsided.

The point is that during the time he was speaking, Xin Qiyue had already cleverly asked someone to bring the table, set up a simple high platform, and then lifted the painting up for people to enjoy.

Pictures hung high, more people were seen, and security personnel arrived quickly. The dense crowd also consciously lined up, forming a long queue that meandered.

"Well done. ”

The middle-aged man praised Xin Qiyue, patted him on the shoulder, turned around and walked to the side of a few old men, and flattered: "A few masters, I want to trouble you to cooperate and talk about the good ...... of this painting Bad. ”

The words good and bad are different in tone.

He believed a few masters and must have understood what he meant.

After all, the camera is on, and the lively scene in front of you is undoubtedly excellent material. As long as it is edited properly, it can be on the hot news of the provincial station.

This is definitely a very visible thing for the organizers.

“……”

A few old men, you look at me, I look at you, a little hesitant.

It's not that they're stupid and don't understand the hints of middle-aged people. Mainly...... They really didn't expect that the original work of the small ticket picture turned out to be a ...... Oil painting.

Yes, it's an oil painting.

The color is calm, and the obvious brushstrokes, as well as the realistic modeling and three-dimensional layering of the pictures.

All the details speak for themselves, this is an oil painting without a doubt.

So a few old men were in a dilemma.

For no other reason, they are masters of Chinese painting, even if one or two can't draw, they also learn brush calligraphy, as well as classics of Chinese culture such as the Four Books and Five Classics.

To put it bluntly, they are traditional literati, and they are not the same way as Western art.

Now let them comment on an oil painting, even if they don't ask the blind question, they are worshipping the wrong Bodhisattva.

So several old men, while looking at each other, the corners of their mouths flashed a wry smile.

I don't blame anyone, I can only blame myself. Mainly them, just now I saw the small ticket, the painting on the face of the ticket, it is clearly a very traditional Jiangnan water town scenery, small bridges and flowing water.

In their impression, such a scene has always been a classic theme of Chinese painting.

Who would have thought that someone would break the fixed thinking of the world and paint the beauty of traditional Chinese painting in the form of oil painting.

"Hmmm......"

Caught off guard, Mr. Lingbi reacted, and he hurriedly raised his head and examined the oil painting in front of him again.

It is an old bridge, a small bridge made of stone, and the shape is very chic. This stone bridge, it has two bridge holes, the bridge deck is horizontal and vertical, and the bridge hole is a circle, forming a unique stone bridge.

A stone bridge of this shape is the first time that even a well-informed scholar like Mr. Lingbi has seen it.

However, after thinking for a moment, he was sure that this type of stone bridge was recorded in ancient books.

If he was not mistaken, this kind of stone bridge should have a common name, called the Key Bridge. It is mainly the form of the bridge, which is similar to the ancient key, hence the name.

Of course, when Mr. Lingbi looks at the painting, he pays attention not only to the shape of the stone bridge, but also to the meaning of the painting.

Even if he is good at Chinese painting, there is a commonality in art itself. Although he didn't know whether the technique of this oil painting was clever or ingenious, he felt resonance purely from the expression of emotion.

The ancient stone steps, the white-walled and black-tiled houses, the clear blue water, and the reflection of the water surface, and the semi-circular bridge hole, just form a standard and perfect circle.

This is a realistic oil painting style, and all the details in the painting are so clear and clear.

The problem is that Mr. Lingbi feels that he sees a hazy image in the painting. It was an ancient, distant and quiet atmosphere, which could arouse his thoughts the most, like the intermittent replay of the years in an old record, which made him feel inexplicably nostalgic.

It seems to be...... Memories of hometown.

Yes, that's right.

Mr. Lingbi nodded slightly, and he thought of his hometown, which was also such a small town, with clear water and trees. The mottled stone steps, on the canal in the early morning, exude hazy water vapor, like a dream, like a fantasy.

He hasn't been back for a long time, but I don't know why, whenever he thinks of his hometown, the scene in his memory is like an oil painting in front of him, with a slight nostalgic sadness in the quiet, and there is a sublimated artistic conception.

Or what his real hometown looks like, he has long forgotten it.

What remains in the memory is nothing more than a beautified impression.

"Whew!"

For a moment, Mr. Lingbi seemed to sigh, then turned around and took the megaphone from the middle-aged man's hand. In front of everyone's eyes and in front of the public, he said: "From ancient times to the present, people say Jiangnan, Dao Jiangnan, and poem Jiangnan, which have been praised for thousands of years. But there are still many people who don't know the beauty of Jiangnan. ”

"But from today onwards, they don't have to be depressed. Just by looking at this painting, you can make up for your regrets. ”

"The impression of Jiangnan is all in this painting!"

Wow......