After the young man brought the tea, Li Yu exclaimed: "Your painting is really good... The painting is the same as the real thing. ”

At the same time, it is used to see through the youth.

There is no panel rendering.

Li Yu remained silent.

At this time, the young man said proudly.

"Yes, I'm a graduate of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, and I drew these words... Excuse me, I'm an artist. ”

"You drew it?" Li Yu bit down on the pronunciation of [you].

"I painted it. The young man said with a determined face: "There is also my signature on it." ”

The young man also bit the word "I" very hard.

Li Yu looked at these portraits, and the ink was still very new.

It was drawn recently.

All the paintings on the scene are painted on the same date, and they are all signed with the three big characters of [Lai Siyu].

In this regard, Li Yu just smiled lightly: "Okay..."

At this time, Zhang Shao next to him muttered.

"How do you look at your expression, as if you don't believe it's my husband's drawing..."

"Of course Poor Dao believes it, but if you want to say how good this painting is, Poor Dao can only evaluate it well. Li Yu said: "It can only be [really good]. ”

At this time, Lai Siyu was energetic and said with interest.

"Then according to what you said, what kind of painting is considered a good painting?"

"Speaking of masters, I don't want you to comment on my husband's paintings, my husband is an artist, whether the artist understands it or not, the kind that is certified by the state. Zhang Shao's expression was a little unhappy, and it seemed that she was a little unhappy about questioning her husband's professionalism.

Li Yu said as he gently stroked the paintings.

"Although Poor Dao doesn't know how to draw, he still knows a little bit about vocal music, and he can see a little bit of it by touching the class... These paintings are beautiful and beautiful, but... There is no soul. ”

"A portrait without a soul, as neat as a machine, is only a painting, not an art..."

Zhang Shao muttered: "It's still a soul, the gods are chattering..."

Lai Siyu was thoughtful, as if he was really moved by Li Yu's painting, and then walked back to his room as if he was fascinated, and Li Yu and Zhang Shao were left in the living room.

Zhang Shao looked at Li Yu a little unhappily and said.

"What is wrong with you belittling, why do you have to belittle my husband's paintings. ”

"Poor is not demeaning. Li Yu looked at Zhang Shao calmly and said, "This is a mysterious feeling..."

In fact, Li Yu can't say what this feeling is, the improvement of the six senses, and the acquisition of resonance skills, Li Yu feels that he can feel more intuitively what is called [art].

Art, in fact, is a kind of resonance.

Through sound, painting, and various ways, it is expressed that people can intertwine their emotions.

"I can see why a painting can be sought after, and an artist can make people fanatical, because their paintings contain something that can resonate with human emotions, and there is nothing in your husband's paintings that can resonate... If the poor road guessed correctly, there weren't so many paintings here before, but these paintings have only recently piled up. ”

Li Yu found that many of these places were hastily placed and not put away at all...

Zhang Shao was speechless for a while, as if he was being said, and he held back for a long time before he spoke.

"No... That's right, it's true, these times, there are a lot more paintings on the ground. ”

"It's painted, but no one wants it, isn't there more, there is no soul in this painting, there is no human form, it is not art..."Li Yu sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity, what kind of painter is this, what kind of artist, it's simply called a copy camera..."

Li Yu's words were quite harsh, which made Zhang Shao a little unbearable.

Zhang Shao's face was stunned for a long time, and finally said.

"Forget it, I don't need you to check, I didn't ask you to come to belittle my husband, I don't want to be arty, maybe he's been in a bad mood lately, and the things he paints are not good. Zhang Shao shook his head and said, "I'll check the next thing myself, please leave..."

Li Yu just turned around and left.

"Painting without a soul is not painting..."

The voice was loud enough for the people in the room to hear.

......

After Li Yu left, Zhang Shao's face immediately became smiling, and he entered the room and gently stroked Lai Siyu's back and said.

"Husband, don't be angry, he is a Taoist priest who knows how to paint. ”

Lai Siyu was not angry, just had a thoughtful expression, turned around and looked at Zhang Shao with a serious face and said.

"Wife, what do you think of my drawing? ”

"It's good, it's good, it's great, you're the best in my heart. Zhang Shao also said with a serious face.

After listening to Zhang Shao's evaluation, Lai Siyu was not happy, but hung his head and pondered.

"But... My recent paintings are indeed unsalable, after the last time I finished painting, the customer looked at it and left, did not take the painting, did not get back the deposit... Could it be because my paintings have no soul. ”

"Forget it, this is just a small part of the situation, what about the guest, there are people who like it, and naturally there will be people who don't like it, you just happen to meet something you don't like. Zhang Shao kissed Lai Siyu's forehead and said, "Don't think so much, husband, I'll cook for you..."

looked at Zhang Shao, who was stuck in thinking and didn't take care of himself, with an unhappy face.

"It's all to blame on the Taoist priest, obviously he asked him to let my husband return to normal, but this time my husband is even more abnormal... No, now, Siyu simply took his words as the truth, what soul is not soulless, obviously graduated from a famous school, how can he talk to a god like a country woman. ”

Just when Zhang Shao had a headache, the doorbell rang.

Zhang Shao went over to open the door, and he was an old man in a Tang costume, with his hands on his back, gray hair and beard, but he was full of energy and temperament.

Looking at this old man, Zhang Shao's expression immediately became smiling: "Dad, why are you here." ”

"I'm here to see my son, and I heard you say that my son is getting a little weird, so I'm going to come and have a look. The old man smiled.

The old man went straight into the room.

Looking at the old man's back, Zhang Shao swallowed his saliva and muttered.

"It is worthy of the master of Chinese painting Lai Xinghui, the president of the local calligraphy and painting association, this majesty is really a little scary..."

After Zhang Shao followed up, Lai Xinghui frowned.

"My son... Why don't you ignore me, this bastard shouldn't be so rude, that's what you mean by abnormality?"

Zhang Shao hurriedly said: "Dad, no, I said that my husband is a little... Abnormality doesn't mean this, he doesn't care about anyone now, it's because someone just said something..."

"Oh, what did you say?" Lai Xinghui raised his eyebrows.

"Dad, here's the thing..."

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