The man surnamed Xu laughed loudly and said: "Hahaha, I'm really not afraid of the wind flashing my tongue, we people have read countless paintings since childhood, and there are many Danqing masters, for example, these are all famous painters in China." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoBut even they don't dare to say that they can reproduce the paintings they saw when they were young. What's more, since it is a facsimile of Zhang Sengqiu, it is also an old object from the Tang and Song dynasties, even if you take advantage of the silver water flowing in the golden mountains at home, it is impossible to leave such a masterpiece to you as a child, right?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone thought so, but Shi Lei said nonchalantly: "What antiques from the Tang and Song dynasties, it is just a Buddha statue brought back from the countryside, painted by an old painter in the countryside." ”

These words caused an uproar, Bai Lao sighed, shook his head, and looked at Wei Xingyue with a little complaint in his eyes.

Wei Xingyue was full of suspicion, looking at Shi Lei, and said in her heart that there are always many strange things about this guy, although he usually seems a little reckless occasionally, compared to the second generation of them, who are either rich or expensive, they are also somewhat unlearned, but they are indeed not people who can talk about it.

After settling down, Wei Xingyue asked, "Are you sure you can roughly replicate that painting?"

Shi Lei smiled and said: "When I was a child, I had nothing to do, so I took a thin piece of paper and copied and played with that painting, and then I didn't use transparent paper, I could draw a ninety-eight, and then I learned to color." I really don't know how to paint, I don't dare to say if you want to ask me to paint a single one, but when it comes to this painting, painting it must be more like the handiwork of Zhang Seng Xuan. ”

In the exhibition hall, no one believed Shi Lei's words, Bai Lao just shook his head and sighed, and began to stop Wei Xingyue with his eyes, almost having the intention of driving Shi Lei out. That is, Bai Lao's self-cultivation, if he were someone else, Shi Lei might not even be able to finish these words.

But Wei Xingyue suddenly smiled, she always had a strange confidence in Shi Lei. This is mainly based on familiarity with Shi Lei's daily behavior, and Wei Xingyue believes that Shi Lei is by no means this kind of unscrupulous person.

"Uncles and uncles, Bai Lao, I know that everyone doesn't believe it, to be honest, in fact, I don't believe it very much. However, I have confidence in my friend, and since he says so, I am sure that he will come up with a better version. Believe it or not, let him draw a stroke. It's just that time is limited, and it is unrealistic to complete such a huge work, so it is better to let Shi Lei draw a head, and peep at the leopard in the tube. If you are lucky, the version drawn by Shi Lei can get into the eyes of your uncles, then give him some time and let him reproduce a statue of Dingguang in the future. ”

This is true, after all, it is impossible to complete such a colorful painting in a very short time. Even if it is Zhang Seng Miao himself, I am afraid that it will take a few hours or even longer to brew and then paint. Although he only draws one head, it is enough to see his style and brushstrokes.

Bai Lao glanced at Shi Lei deeply, and asked in a deep voice, "Xiaoyou can really do it?"

Shi Lei smiled and said, "Give me half an hour to forty minutes, and I can draw the whole picture......

Ooh!

This breath......

Wei Xingyue's face also changed color, and her heart finally found a step for you, you just need to make a little shadow and let these people ignore everything that happened just now, you are good, you have to complete the whole painting in thirty or forty minutes?

Bai Lao didn't know what to say, he was already very unhappy in his heart, this young man was too arrogant, not to mention copying from memory, even if he imitated a painting, many famous painters present did not dare to say that he could complete a painting in thirty or forty minutes. He also kept saying that he didn't know anything about painting, which is really the fearlessness of the ignorant.

At this time, the dumb girl Chen walked out, made a gesture of please, and gestured to Wei Xingyue a few times, Wei Xingyue whispered: "The female sister said to let you go to the studio with her, it is too noisy here, and it is not suitable for painting." ”

Shi Lei nodded and walked forward.

Wei Xingyue bit her silver teeth, and her heart has already been spoken, I just hope that Shi Lei is really sure, and he doesn't need to paint too well, he only needs to have two or three points of charm, and then distinguish it from the current painting in terms of composition and so on. At that time, even if you think that the picture painted by Shi Lei is really not good, you can also make a little round, after all, no one has ever seen a real statue of Dingguang, and everyone is just guessing.

"Everyone, please don't be impatient, no matter whether Shi Lei is making a big deal or not, at least give him these forty minutes. As his friend, and as the man who invited him to this viewing today, I would like to believe him. Of course, Shi Lei has never studied painting, and his understanding of painting itself is extremely shallow, and he can't help but laugh and be generous. I only hope that after it is completed for a while, your uncles can be cautious with their original intentions, if they feel that the statue of Dingguang painted by Shi Lei does have the style of Zhang Sengqiu, and they will not be embarrassed by him in the future. There has been no Zhang Seng in the world, and he can see that it may be just another version of the facsimile, and no one knows which facsimile can more accurately express Zhang Sengqiu's style. ”

Everyone knows that this is Wei Xingyue excusing Shi Lei, but what he said is reasonable, the man surnamed Xu didn't dare to speak at the moment, everyone focused on Bai Lao, which mainly had to be recognized by Bai Lao.

After thinking for a while, Bai Lao nodded and said: "What Xingyue said also has some truth, if the painting made by Shi Lei Xiaoyou is obviously different from the old man's painting in terms of composition, and as long as he can see even one or two points of Zhang Sheng's legacy between his brushstrokes, he will be regarded as passing." As for the statue of Dingguang Rulai that he saw, and the old man's acquisition, which one is closer to the original, this is also a matter that cannot be examined, and it is not appropriate to do more in-depth research. At least, Shi Lei Xiaoyou may be able to provide you and me with the possibility of another evidence, which can be regarded as immeasurable merit. ”

Bai Lao said this, and everyone naturally echoed in unison.

The next thing is to wait, but the atmosphere in this exhibition hall seems a little delicate, almost no one believes that Shi Lei can paint a satisfactory work, and Bai Lao himself is hard to believe on the one hand, but on the other hand, there are some small expectations.

Thirty minutes passed quickly, and there were only ten minutes left at most from the thirty or forty minutes that Shi Lei requested.

These ten minutes are extraordinarily long.

Finally, the footsteps sounded, and everyone turned their heads to look in unison, and they heard extremely fast footsteps, as if someone was running.

The door was pushed open, and the dumb girl Chen rushed in waving her hands with an ecstatic expression on her face, and that form, that expression, was extremely exaggerated. Everyone was stunned when they saw this, could it be that Shi Lei really painted a painting with a thousand years? Could it be that this picture obtained by Bai Lao is really a statue of Dingguang made by later generations?

Chen Dumb Girl's dignified and elegant image on weekdays was completely gone, she eagerly ran to Bai Lao's side, her hands kept gesturing, and her expression was wonderful.

Just when everyone was speculating, Shi Lei also appeared at the gate, and walked in calmly, carrying a two-foot-by-one-foot rice paper in his hand.

Faintly visible, the paper is colorful, and the ink is not dry.