At this time, an old man smiled and said, "Brother Yu, this young man is good, is your student?"

The reason why there is such a judgment is also very simple. Because people in society are accustomed to calling Yu Hao as Yu Lao, or calling him Mr. Qing Ai, very few people call him Professor Yu.

Only the students of the Academy of Fine Arts are called more by such titles.

Yu Hao put down the pen, glanced at Bai Ye, and then smiled gently: "It's actually not bad to say that it's my student." After all, it came out of the China Overseas Academy of Fine Arts...... Bai Ye, come over and meet a few gentlemen. ”

Bai Ye could only walk over and salute a few old men under Yu Hao's introduction.

This treatment ......

Many people were envious and jealous.

"White leaves!"

Some people are even more angry in their eyes, but they don't dare to make mistakes when they know the severity.

The most important thing is that they also found out that a few old men should not know the details of Bai Ye, so the words are basically to praise the cordial attitude of the juniors, which is even more depressing.

But you can't remind you, so as not to become a villain who makes a small report.

This doesn't work, that doesn't work, it's really embarrassing.

However, to everyone's surprise, after exchanging a few words with a few old men, Bai Ye apologized: "Professor Yu, I'm really sorry, I have something else to do with Chen Daqi, so I can only leave first." ”

Hey?

Stupid again?

Many people find it confusing.

You know, this is a good opportunity to deal with a few famous masters. To put it mildly, as long as a few old men appreciate and lift up, it can completely reduce the struggle for more than ten years.

Such an opportunity was given up on his own initiative.

Is your brain watering?

Yu Hao and the others had a look of surprise in their eyes.

But they are old rivers and lakes in the end, but they are not at all silent on the surface.

"Good. ”

Yu Hao nodded even more, her voice and expression the same.

Don't say that Bai Ye just helped him resolve the little embarrassment, even if there is no such thing, with his open-mindedness, he will not care about this little problem.

The same is true for several other old men.

After watching Shiraba leave, they continued to appreciate the works of others.

It's just that it's hard for other people to pretend that nothing happened. When I saw Bai Ye, Zhen and another person, walking down the mountain, there was inevitably a little noise in the crowd.

Some of them exchanged heads and whispered to each other.

"Change me, never leave. ”

"yes, stand next to it, show your face more. ”

"Maybe you can even get in the camera and get on TV to deepen your impression. ”

“…… Of course, it may also be deliberate, and if you don't follow the routine, will it be easier for people to remember?"

"That makes sense. ”

“……”

When you are jealous of someone, your heart becomes dark, and you are never afraid to speculate on the other person's every move with the greatest malice. What's more, there are still people who recognize Shiraba.

"You don't know who he is?"

"White leaves, that oil painter ......"

"Ah, he. ”

"Didn't he change his career and go play in the mud, how did he get here?"

"That's why I'm in a hurry to leave, otherwise I won't be able to get the painting and I will be embarrassed. ”

"Yes, yes, I almost forgot about it, he studied oil painting. ”

"The ......"

A sense of superiority arises spontaneously.

Because these people are basically in the circle of Chinese painting, their works are all Chinese paintings.

At this time, the advantages of white leaves are gone.

"Hmph, count him smart and go fast. ”

"Otherwise, the good impression in the hearts of several of their old-timers will probably be lost. ”

"Cunning guy ......"

Suddenly, many people felt that after seeing through Bai Ye's "intentions", their self-confidence returned.

With such a conclusion, the group of people immediately left Bai Ye behind, and refocused on listening to the comments of Yu Hao and others, and their hearts were full of expectations.

Their mood also goes up and down with the comments, like a roller coaster, up and down.

However, in general, the comments of several old men are still mostly encouraging.

Over time, some people feel that something is wrong. No matter how well they are praised, there is no criticism. There's no way to tell whose work is better.

As the saying goes, there is no first in literature, and there is no second in martial arts.

Those who study art are not Buddhist, self-motivated, ambitious, and dedicated, no worse than anyone else. This is not competitiveness, mainly in the new era, no one can stop a person's strong desire to perform.

Young people have no ambitions, don't want to be famous, don't want to get ahead, are they still young people?

They don't want a bowl of horizontal ends, they want to divide the highs and lows.

In short, some young people can't hold back. They tried to express their demands again and again, but the words came to their lips and swallowed them back.

After all, the first person to speak, may not end well. People are selfish, and no one wants to sacrifice themselves and then fulfill others.

However, seeing that Yu Hao and others were about to finish appreciating all the works, the activity was nearing the end.

Some people looked at each other, knowing that if they didn't speak, they wouldn't have a chance. At that moment, they looked at each other, made eye contact with each other, and finally reached a tacit understanding and went to the ...... together

"Mr. Lingbi, Mr. Qingai. ”

Someone called out coldly, and then several young people walked up at the same time, and under the attention of others, they asked in unison, "In the eyes of several people, among these works, who should be the first?"

Very straightforward question.

The others were stunned, and then there was a surge of excitement.

The soul of gossip is burning.

commented all the way, except for the clerical episode of Yu Artemisia in the middle, which is more interesting, there is basically no explosive point, which makes everyone boring.

Now several young people have taken the initiative to provoke the fuse.

It's just ...... It's a delight.

"Haha. ”

Hearing this, Yu Hao and the others also laughed, and naturally they would not be angry.

Because they have also been young, they naturally understand the psychology of young people. But just as they were about to say something, a group of people suddenly rushed up from the direction of the mountainside intersection.

This lively movement naturally made everyone on the mountain stunned and looked back one after another.

What's wrong with it?

In everyone's astonishment, those people walked up the mountain, but it was a group of monks. What's even more interesting is that these monks are like stars holding the moon, clustering an old monk in a red and yellow robe.

What's going on?

Everyone was stunned and a little confused.

“…… Master Fusheng. ”

However, at this time, an old man was very surprised and walked out quickly. He avoided a group of monks and walked in front of the old monk in the robe, shocked and suspicious, very puzzled: "Master, you are ...... this"

If you don't clean up in the temple, why do you come to join in the fun?

At this time, there were bursts of exclamations in the crowd, but some people also recognized it, and the old monk in front of him was clearly the host of the Iron Buddha Temple, Master Fusheng.

This is a local, more famous monk, with a higher prestige.

"I have something to ask for. ”

The great monk of Fusheng spoke, his voice was a little low, but it was very pleasant, and there was a faint sense of rhythm. He smiled, and didn't mean to explain in depth, and directly changed the topic: "Mr. Lingbi, I heard that you appreciate calligraphy and painting. It just so happened that I got a few paintings by chance, and now I want to invite you to taste one or two for me. ”

"What?"

Yu Hao and the others came one after another, and they were a little surprised when they heard the sound.

"Please take a look. ”

Monk Fusheng smiled, took out a few pages in his arms, unfolded them and handed them over.

"It's ......"

An old man took it, looked down, and his heart was suddenly shocked, and he lost his mind for a moment, and then asked in surprise: "Master Fusheng, who drew this?"

"A little friend. ”

Monk Fusheng smiled even more, and pretended to be confused: "Why, his painting may be in the eye?"

"It's not just the eye. ”

The old man carefully handed a few pages to the side, but his expression became solemn, and he sighed a little, "Vaguely, I seem to see Buddha nature." ”

What the?

Seeing Buddha nature?

The old man's comment immediately caused a storm. The crowd of onlookers was not only shocked, but also extremely curious. What kind of painting is it that makes this old man give such a high evaluation.