Although the sound of the scene is hot enough, there are not many viewers on the Internet.

By this time, things had become clear enough. The arrogant legion, led by the god I sealed the god and the brother in the circle of listeners, is active again.

I sealed the god boy, and now it's completely a shotgun. His subordinates now have thousands of junior brothers, who don't call him a saint, although this name is a bit secondary.

He posted directly under Yang Fan's comments, and the speed was very fast, and he was the most loyal one among Yang Fan's many die-hard fans.

"Now dumbfounded, aren't you? Everyone, when you just sprayed Teacher Yang Fan, why didn't you have this awareness?"

The people who originally brushed malicious comments under Yang Fan's Weibo also stopped shouting at this time.

It is certain that even this online attack is definitely fueled by someone behind it, and as for which guy it is, there is no need to guess.

Some guys who are in the clouds see the change in the direction of the wind at this time, so they hurriedly explain on the Internet: "Mistaken, brother, we are all good brothers, we all support Teacher Yang Fan, it may have been a misunderstanding just now!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yang Fan, I apologize to you for my irrational behavior just now, and now I solemnly announce that Mr. Yang Fan will be my idol in the future. ”

"Those guys in the Writers' Association are really funny, don't they know what kind of strength Teacher Xiao Yang is? I've touched the nail a few times, and I still don't have a long memory at all, and I deserve to lose face!"

"I said that those guys are cheap, and Mr. Yang Fan gave them face, made concessions again and again, and compromised again and again. But these people take concession for granted, and compromise as Teacher Yang Fan is afraid of them, which is really ridiculous!"

"That's it, I thought they had changed their ways, and their eyes were finally no longer blind, and they wanted Teacher Yang Fan to join the Writers' Association. But look at it now, these guys in the Writers' Association are a group of eyeless things, if Teacher Yang Fan goes in, he will be completely defiled, that place is the same as a garbage dump, Teacher Yang Fan doesn't go!"

"I think the influence of our Xiao Yang teacher is okay, why do you have to join that broken place, to put it mildly, those are a group of people who have no influence together, huddle together for warmth, our Xiao Yang teacher is so talented, but he is a person who will do big things in the future. ”

"That's right, brother, but they bullied Teacher Xiao Yang, this is always an indisputable fact, can the brothers bear this matter?"

"Bear with the wool, everyone is coming to the door, we must not retreat!"

"Yes, I'll go to the official website of the Ancient Capital Writers Association to criticize them now, a bunch of scum!"

"That's right, brother, we've got your back!"

"Come on, the emperor can't bear it anymore, brothers and I are rushing!"

"It's the saint, everyone follow the saint together!"

……

The Internet has never been a pure land.

All of a sudden, there were at least tens of thousands of comments on every Weibo on the official website of the Ancient Capital Writers Association, and these comments, without exception, were scolding them with a kind of foul language.

Even, the popularity of this matter has been on the hot search list on Weibo. The staff member of the signal saw that official forces were involved, and quickly locked the popularity of this Weibo.

However, if it's on, it's on, and many people have taken screenshots there, and they can't deny it if they want to.

In less than half an hour, Yang Fan, who had just been beaten passively, had already reversed the situation in an instant.

He successfully used his strength to give the ancient capital Zuoxi a hard slap. As for those who say that he plagiarized plagiarism, they can only keep their mouths shut.

At the end of the game, the result is no longer a matter of words.

However, this magical painting, everyone is looking forward to Yang Fan being able to explain it, at least the magical painting, everyone also wants to hear it.

If you want to say that this painting is enough to move everyone, what is good about it, the most eye-catching point is, of course, the so-called mysterious smile.

Among the judges, the professor of the Academy of Fine Arts, who had returned from studying abroad, walked quickly to Yang Fan's side, and said with eagerness in his voice: "Xiao Yang, what technique did you use when you painted this oil painting just now?"

The audience below was also curious, because they found that no matter what angle they looked at the woman, they could find her smile.

Yang Fan didn't dare to put on a score now, so he hurriedly stood up, bowed slightly to the professor, turned to look at the audience, and then said slowly: "This is actually nothing, I haven't studied Western oil painting for a long time, and this technique, I myself call the smudge method, the general idea is to use paint, as well as an in-depth understanding of the layer, and slowly draw according to the state of the person." ”

When the female professor heard Yang Fan's explanation, she suddenly realized, "No wonder, no wonder I saw different mouth shapes from different angles, and then when I moved my eyes to other facial features, I could feel her smile, this technique is very unique, it seems to be able to give people an illusion." ”

Yang Fan nodded and said, "I just made a trick and made a little move on the shape of my mouth!"

Yang Fan explained very generously, because in his opinion, he is purely in the painting world, and there should be no possibility of getting involved in this circle in the future.

The professor nodded, and then handed his business card to Yang Fan in front of everyone.

"My surname is You, you can call me Aunt You. Aunt You patted Yang Fan on the shoulder and said encouragingly: "Young man, come on! If you have the opportunity in the future, you must come to our Central Academy of Fine Arts to play!"

"It must be!" Yang Fan took the business card with both hands and said politely.

At this time, Liang Du felt very uncomfortable. You must know that this kid is the first thing he fancied in, why so many people have thrown olive branches to him, they are all so anxious, there is really no superior demeanor!

Thinking of this, he also raised his buttocks, rolled Yang Fan's two "Shrimp Pictures" in his hands, came to Yang Fan with a smile, and said, "Xiao Yang, do you still recognize me as an old man?"

Yang Fan looked at it and hurriedly bowed, "Of course the juniors remember you, if it weren't for your old man's first exam, give me a chance to prove myself, I wouldn't be able to stand on this stage now." ”

Liang Lao was very satisfied with this young man's attitude, smiled proudly, but said, "You kid, it's true." When I first tried it, I looked at the shrimp you drew and thought you were a master of ink painting, but I didn't expect that you also have such a deep attainment in Western oil painting. The young man is really powerful, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, we old guys, we can't compare......"

Old Man Liang commented that he had completely defined Yang Fan's sex. At this time, he was able to release the news of the preliminary round, making it clear that he was supporting Yang Fan.

"Also, my old man wants to apologize to you for one thing! During the preliminary round, I thought you were asleep, so I deliberately put your ranking last. You don't blame me, do you?"

Old Man Liang was shocked, and told a shocking secret. However, there is no opposition from the audience below, and the 50 works that have been promoted in the preliminary round have all been displayed on the electronic board.

Then, he took all of Yang Fan's two "Swimming Shrimp Pictures", and then opened them in front of everyone.

The high-definition camera projects these two paintings on the electronic screen, so that everyone can see these two beautiful paintings up close.

Old Man Liang also laughed, pointed to these two paintings, and said, "Your kid's means are superb, and I won't say anything about the old man." I've mentioned the words on these two of your paintings, so you can choose the one that is pleasing to the eye!"

In fact, everyone has also discovered that on these two pictures, in the blank space in the upper right corner, Liang Lao inscribed a poem.

These two poems are: "Song of the Shrimp Toad" and "Ancient Mirror".

"Sitting and lying are always average, and the eyes of the slaves are too unprovoked, and if you want to know that your body is small, try to look at the hooves. ”

Yang Fan chanted this poem slightly, then glanced at Liang Lao's earnest gaze, and saluted slightly: "Thank you Old Man Liang for your kindness, the younger generation must remember your teachings!"

Liang Du saw that Yang Fan understood the meaning of his poem, and he also touched his beard proudly, smiled haha, and said, "You kid, what, don't you look at another poem?"

The seniors were invited, and the meaning of the school examination was saved, how could Yang Fan not accept the invitation, besides, he had nothing to do in the past few days and just watched literature appreciation at home and something like that, plus he had the magic skill of not forgetting it, and of course it was easy to understand these two poems.

"The berry moss clears the pond, and the shrimp and toad eat the bright moon. Buried like this, according to the heart has not stopped. I am willing to sweep the grace and make a fortune for the king. ”

Yang Fan read this poem lightly, and he knew what kind of thoughts Old Man Liang had.

I am willing to sweep the grace and make a fortune for the king.

This is already a proper solicitation, Yang Fan suddenly came back to his senses, and finally knew why Old Man Liang wrote these two poems that used shrimp as a metaphor for love.

As for the old man Hu, he can be regarded as seeing the clues, and he is about to jump to his feet, this old Liang Tou is really, not revealing and not leaking, everyone really thinks that you are introducing the work, this is unexpected, it is actually this talented little guy, moved to recruit the mind!

But after all, Old Man Liang is the chief judge of this competition, and he does have these two paintings as his support now, even if everyone's heart is like a mirror, he can only give him a face, and it is difficult to say anything.

At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on Yang Fan, because this matter seemed to be choosing two paintings, but it was actually Yang Fan's most important choice now, at least in the eyes of outsiders.

To be honest, if it was really a young man with a great talent for painting, he might have been so happy that he would have said yes on the spot.

But Yang Fan doesn't want to do this business, he is purely playing tickets, if he doesn't paint in the future, then he won't paint.

But these people didn't think so, and they started to discuss it one by one.

"I'll go, did this kid save the earth in his last life? Old Man Liang actually recruited him in public. ”

"That's not it, these two old men are the directors of the Chinese Artists Association, and they are really powerful figures, you say that if this guy climbs the line of Liang Lao, he will definitely be able to mix in the art world in the future. ”

"I said you two don't just talk about it, if you have someone at the level of Teacher Xiao Yang, those old judges will definitely rush to ask for it. ”

"Uh...... How can I have that strength!"

……

These people below, even including the group of people in the Writers' Association, thought that Yang Fan would agree to this matter without hesitation. Because in their opinion, it's simply a pie-in-the-sky thing.

In the condensed gaze of everyone, Yang Fan smiled faintly, then walked over gently, stretched out his hand, and took down one of the paintings.

"This ...... Could it be that I got it wrong?"

"No, I'm blind, why didn't he take that painting?"

"I'm going, this world is crazy! This guy is too confident, I can't believe it!"

On the stage, Old Man Liang was not much disappointed, it seemed that he had expected this a long time ago.

As for Yang Fan, he took the painting, and then slowly rolled it up, looking at Old Man Liang, but he unexpectedly said a poem, "Sending mayflies to heaven and earth, a drop in the sea!"