Li Tong returned to the dormitory with a cold heart.

The second fat has finished eating the noodles, and is sitting crookedly on the edge of the bed with the old gun. Because the campus of Zhongyang Academy of Fine Arts is relatively old, it is still the old-fashioned high and low bed, not the design of the bed on the bookcase.

Li Tong subconsciously glanced at the table first, fortunately, "The Complete Works of Leather Card Crotch" has been put away by Erfat, and he feels much better.

That thing is just too much of an eyesore.

Li Tong silently wrapped the entries he had intended to send for framing, carefully wrapped them in disposable plastic tablecloths, trying to stuff them under the bed first.

Although his works are not bad, they are still much weaker than those world-famous art masters.

Li Tong thought that he would first use the famous paintings of those masters in the past to make a name for himself, and then he would not worry about not being able to sell these creations in the future.

"Old gun, hold your feet high. ”

Li Tong smiled and patted the old gun's knee.

"Oh. ”

The old gun was pushing the tower on the ground, and he didn't realize anything at first, and he didn't raise his head, but raised his feet slightly.

"Sla~Sla~"

"Sla~Sla~"

Erfat and Lao Gun listened to Li Tong's movement quite loudly, and they couldn't help but glance down curiously.

At this glance, I found that Li Tong received under the bed, which was actually the work that was going to be exhibited this year!

"Damn, Tongzi, what are you doing here?"

The old gun sat up straight all of a sudden, dropped his mobile phone and didn't even fight the king.

The second fat was also surprised, and his eyes widened: "That's it, Tongzi, are you doing wool?"

They had lived in a dormitory for three years, and they all knew that only things that had not been used for a long time would be stuffed under the bed.

This is almost the National Art Exhibition, Li Tong's painting has been painted for half a year, and now what does it mean to wrap it up and stuff it under the bed?

"Same, what's wrong with you? I look at you weirdly today. ”

Erpang thought of some of the questions Li Tong asked in the morning, and couldn't help but be a little worried. This product can't be too stressed, afraid of being swept down, and delirious, right?

"Yes, Tongzi. The old gun also patted Li Tong on the shoulder. He also paints oil paintings, and the exhibition of this work is like a school exam, and it is inevitable that there will be emotional fluctuations before the exam.

Mood swings are normal, and generally this situation will pass with a big drink, or if you start a few black games, drop a few stars to distract yourself.

If there is any problem that cannot be solved by the king, then eat chicken to solve it.

Anyway, it won't get to the point of closing the painting, right?

"Nothing. You go ahead and play the game, don't be reported in a moment. Li Tong didn't expect his actions to cause such a big reaction from the two roommates.

He silently put the painting away, put up the easel again, took out a 146x97cm oil painting frame and put it away, ready to start painting the exhibition works again.

Lao Gun and Er Fat looked at each other for a moment, and then the two of them jumped up from the bed together, one grabbed the paintbrush, the other grabbed the color palette, and then grabbed Li Tongdao on the left and right:

"Tongzi, I have a Wang Zhaojun's skin, it's hard to smoke!

"Tongzi, if you don't go out for a drink, I'll treat you! Mutton, leg of lamb, and kidney, you can order whatever you want!"

"No, there is also a large amount of 12G in my D drive...... You know. ”

"Tongzi, don't be discouraged. Look at the stuck crotch, didn't you succeed after countless failures? So, I'll give you that album ......."

"Get out!"

Li Tong originally didn't plan to pay attention to these two 2 goods, he had more important things to do. But as soon as he heard the name of the card crotch, he couldn't bear it anymore.

"I'll paint!"

Li Tong snatched the brush and palette, waved his hand to drive them away: "If you two don't go back, I'm not responsible for dropping a star." ”

After speaking, Li Tong dug up a green paint, and he planned to write Monet's masterpiece "Water Lilies" from memory

Professor Wei and Li Tong made an appointment to repaint in the studio at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, and Li Tong is afraid that there is not much time left.

"Tong, don't be like this, we have something to say, don't scare your brother, okay?" The old gun touched Li Tong's forehead, and was 100% sure that Li Tong was stunned.

Er Fat also took out his best psychological counseling specialty: "Tongzi, victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers." Besides, your painting hasn't been exhibited yet, so it might be very promising. I think your painting is very good, it depicts the 5,000-year-old Chinese civilization, the splendid historical accumulation of China, the simple cultural emotions of the Chinese people, and the ......."

Before the second fat could finish speaking, Li Tong knocked him on the fat head with a paintbrush: "What kind of calf are you talking about? Lao Tzu, that's an oil painting and a landscape painting! What is the 5,000-year-old Chinese civilization? How can you draw the historical accumulation? You really dare to say that the cultural feelings of the Chinese people are returned." ”

Li Tong is right, Erfat's nonsense is full of lines praising American paintings, which is like praising the two of Deyun Club for singing well, Li Tong can be moved by ghosts.

"Tongzi Tongzi, don't worry about Erfat, he just thinks you draw well, but he can't describe it. Seeing Li Tong, the old gun was a little excited, and hurriedly answered the round, "Er Fat, he will learn design as soon as he learns, don't be like him." ”

"Yes, yes, I'll learn design as soon as I do, brother, don't be like me. The second fat was worried about Li Tong, nodding like pounding garlic, and after a while, he reacted that the old gun was discriminating against him, so he said to the old gun, "Hey, old gun, how can you talk? Learn to design and eat your food? What's wrong with me learning design?

There is indeed such a chain of contempt in the Academy of Fine Arts: those who study pure art look down on those who study design, those who study design look down on those who study literary and artistic theory, and those who study literary and artistic theory look down on them!

The old gun was in a hurry and just blurted out his truest thoughts.

Seeing that the second fat was annoyed, he hurriedly pointed to Li Tong's back and squeezed his eyes at him, meaning, what time is it now, are you still interested in the purity and design of my real child here?

The second fat looked at Li Tong, who was staring at the canvas and frowned, and snorted in his nose, forget it, this account will be recorded in the little black book in his heart first, and now it is important to persuade Li Tong back.

Li Tong stared at the white canvas, and he was thinking about which part to start with.

In the past, Li Tong would go out to work every summer vacation to make money, and he once stayed in Dafen Village of Shenzhen Stock Exchange for a while.

Shenzhen Stock Exchange Dafen Village is very famous all over the world, with more than 1 million oil paintings produced and sold every year, and more than 30 million yuan of foreign exchange earned by annual exports, and is praised as "the first village of Chinese oil painting" by art peers at home and abroad.

One of the major features of Dafen Village is the assembly line operation, which only takes 40 minutes to produce the same oil painting as the Mona Lisa in the Louvre.

Let's put it this way, the oil paintings produced in Dafen Village are the jade seals produced in the Yiwu small commodity market, and there is only one jade seal in the country, but the imitation does not need to be so costly. If you master the technology well, it is very fast to copy.

This Monet's "Water Lilies", Li Tong has copied hundreds of them before and after, most of which are sold to those decoration companies for a few hundred yuan, and then sold to local tyrants who want to install B. Asking him to write it again now would be a piece of cake.

Li Tong felt that although Monet's "Water Lilies" written silently could not be compared with the original work in the Hakone Museum of Art, with Monet's composition and color, it was enough to crush this world where artworks were scarce.

"Same, same?" the old gun cautiously waved his hand in front of Li Tong's stunned eyes. No, classmates, he must borrow the corpse to resurrect his soul and make Li Tong sober up.

Li Tong stood up suddenly, grabbed the old gun's hand, and begged him: "Old gun, I need you to do me a favor! You must help me! Please!"