Everyone's eyes widened at once, and they were all staring at the painting on the wall. You must know that Xue Kemei's current identity is still a black five type element, and he deliberately painted revolutionary workers with six fingers, which is not a simple problem. To go deeper, it is ill-intentioned, that is, to use propaganda posters as a weapon to scandalize people and viciously attack the working class. This is a very serious political issue.

Xue Kemei's brain was "buzzing", and it was blindfolded all of a sudden. She immediately stood up and tried to walk over to the poster. Who knew that He Wenhui immediately called out to her. Said:

"Stop, you sit there and don't move. ”

After saying that, he got up and stood up, walked to the poster himself, and looked at the palm of the worker on the screen.

Wang Xuefei hurriedly pointed his finger......

He Wenhui leaned forward, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the hand of the character in the picture.

"You see, the figure in the picture, this hand is clenched into a fist, except for the big finger, the rest should be four fingers, but here is five, if that's the case, plus the big finger, all counted, that's six fingers. Wang Xuefei explained to He Wenhui with a serious expression.

At this time, in the conference room, except for Xue Kemei, all the other people left their seats and surrounded the poster, and everyone stared nervously, looking at the place Wang Xuefei pointed at on the screen.

I saw that the hand on the picture was clenched into the shape of a fist. In addition to the big fingers, the other four fingers, because they are together, Xue Kemei used an oil brush to draw five strokes.

Wang Xuefei pointed to the five fingers, which are these five pen marks. In this way, if you add one big finger, it will become six fingers.

He Wenhui stared at the five pen marks, looked at them for a while, and after a while, he turned around, looked at Xue Kemei and asked:

"How do you explain this question? It's not like you can't count, right?"

Xue Kemei walked to the front of the frame, stared at it with both eyes, and looked at the hand carefully.

At this moment, her face was pale, her lips trembled, and she could not say a word because of her anger.

At this time, the conference room was unusually quiet, and Liu Chunjiang was sweating for Xue Kemei in his heart, not knowing how she should explain. All the people in the room focused their eyes on Xue Kemei's face, waiting for her explanation.

After a while, Xue Kemei said a few words word by word from his mouth:

"It's not a finger, it's a brushstroke. “

"What do you say......? Thick pen?" He Wenhui glared at the others in the conference room, and continued:

"I don't know anything about Western paintings, but I know a little bit about them. Painting Western paintings, all use a row of brushes, from thick to fine, a lot of various models, want to use coarse with coarse, want to take fine with fine, all up to you. Won't the workshop give you this money?" He Wenhui asked with his eyes fixed on Xue Kemei.

Xue Kemei covered her chest, she tried her best to restrain her difficult emotions, as if it took great strength to say the next few words:

"I'm not talking about the thickness of the brush, but the strokes. This is a noun in painting. It refers to the various methods in which the author uses a pen on paper when drawing. Speaking of this, she walked up to Liu Chunjiang, took the notebook from his hand, tore off a piece of paper, and wrote two big words on the paper with a pen - strokes.

Liu Chunjiang noticed that Xue Kemei's hands were shaking very much.

He Wenhui looked down at those two words and didn't speak for a long time.

After a while, he held up the piece of paper and said:

"I don't know the term. Do any of you know? Explain to me, what is this brushstroke? Can you say that this brush stroke can make five fingers into six fingers?"

Most of the people here do not have a very high cultural background, even if there are a few cadres in the organs, the culture is not low, but most of their majors are science and engineering or liberal arts, and they are not very good at painting.

Xue Kemei saw that the people here didn't speak, and she knew that now she could only rely on herself to explain to these people. Her mind was very messy, she sorted out her private savings a little, and said slowly:

"In Western painting techniques, some things can be expressed faithfully, and some things can be expressed in a general way according to artistic needs. In other words, the fingers of this hand, because the whole side of the hand is in the dark part, is a light side, and cannot be drawn too clearly, so it cannot be treated like Chinese gongbi painting, and should be expressed in general. In this way, I used five brushstrokes there, and these five brushstrokes cannot be seen as five fingers, but summarized here as a dark side, to express the whole picture. ”

A thin bead of sweat appeared on Xue Kemei's forehead, and she explained with difficulty, she wanted to use the most easy-to-understand language to explain this not-so-profound truth clearly.

After listening to Xue Kemei's explanation, there was silence in the conference room. Everyone frowned, slowly pondering what she had just said.

Wang Xuefei sat there and did not continue to speak. Speaking of which, he is also an intellectual, and his cultural and artistic accomplishment is not low. In his heart, in fact, he already vaguely seemed to understand the truth that Xue Kemei said. It's just that since this head was provoked by him, he didn't want to slap himself in the mouth in order to show his ignorance. So, he pretended not to understand and did not make a sound.

He secretly observed the expressions of the others in the room.

At this time, most people's faces still have a puzzled expression.

Then a man stood up, and he said:

"After listening to Xue Kemei's explanation just now, I understand a little. In other words, as an art, especially Western painting, sometimes cannot be completely expressed in accordance with the real face, but can be expressed in a generalized or abstract way using artistic techniques. ”

The person who said this was Liu Chunjiang.

Xue Kemei heard these words, and her tears almost flowed out. She nodded vigorously. At this time, Liu Chunjiang was able to stand up and defend her, and she felt warm in her heart.

"Art? Can art make five fingers into six fingers? If I draw you with four legs, can't you do it? Doesn't our country require literature and art to adhere to the revolutionary realist method of creation?" Wang Xuefei was a little breathless. He stood up and retorted loudly.

He Wenhui understood this sentence, he nodded, and said:

Xiao Wang's words are reasonable. Isn't it true that the painting is the same as the real thing, and the more similar the painting, the better? Or why do people often say that this painting is just like the real thing? ”

After He Wenhui finished saying this, most of the people in the conference room nodded, and they heard someone echo and say:

"Yes, yes, to draw is to draw the same as the real thing. You can't always draw people differently, this is called art. The director of the revolutionary committee in one of the workshops nodded and said.

"'Foreign is for Chinese use'. In China, we must follow the Chinese routine, and we cannot learn from the decadent artistic techniques of the West. Another person came out to cater to the words He Wenhui just said.

"Yes, this is also a question of how to treat Western art, and we must resolutely resist the backward and decadent bourgeois art of the West. Instead, we must vigorously promote our own national art. The law of our own art is that what we paint must look like, and we cannot paint a donkey as a horse or a chicken as a duck. That's not called art. Wang Xuefei found a breakthrough in the attack at this time. He could see the situation by now. He figured out He Wenhui's attitude, so he began to debate again.

When Liu Chunjiang was in college, he often participated in some debates organized by the school, and his eloquence was very good, and his brain reacted quickly, but he didn't know much about art. However, his perceptibility was quite good, and soon he thought of an argument to refute it:

"Who says we don't have abstract art in China? Tell me, is there really a dragon in the world? Is there really a phoenix in the world? And, well, take a step back, even if you say it, whatever you paint has to look like. So, let me ask you, when you draw hair, do you have to count how many hairs there are in advance, and then you have to draw how many hairs on paper, and when you draw eyebrows, you have to count how many eyebrows, and then you can draw so many eyebrows faithfully, which is called realism?"

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Liu Chunjiang asked a series of rhetorical questions, and suddenly refuted Wang Xuefei speechless.

At this time, there were also people in the conference room who were discussing:

"Yes, art, it's not science, after all. Sometimes you don't have to take it seriously. Many things in Chinese art are not realistic. For example, in Peking Opera, how can thousands of troops behave on the stage? ”

The situation soon changed, and people now understand that the five brushstrokes on the picture cannot be understood as five fingers, but as abstract generalizations.

He Wenhui is a smart person, and he understands it somewhat, so he no longer insists on his point of view.

Seeing that He Wenhui's attitude had changed, Zhao Tiangang thought to himself, it seems that He Wenhui is no longer so serious about this matter. Xue Kemei said no matter what, after all, he still worked for himself, and if he didn't say a few words to her, then no one would work for him in the future. In the future, there are many things to write and draw in the workshop. This has to wait for Xue Kemei, it is better to stand up and say a few words for her, so as to buy people's hearts.

So, Zhao Tiangang said with a smile:

"Yes, I understand it now. There is some truth in what Liu Chunjiang said. Art, to put it bluntly, is a true and false thing, a virtual and real thing, and you can't take it too seriously. For example, Journey to the West, how can there be any Sun Monkey Zhu Bajie? Aren't they made up by people? Haha...... right......" Zhao Tiangang said haha, and began to relieve Xue Kemei......