After reading that paragraph, Ma Hui took the initiative to turn over the sketch paper.

The image of a peasant woman wearing a headscarf emerges from the crowd: a charcoal sketch of a thin, withered, and even ugly figure. The lines of charcoal are rough and simple, which can be described as simple. There is no superfluous embellishment, it directly hits your nerves, and shocks your heart. Like a knight with a spear in the Middle Ages, he will not dodge and detour, and will hit it straight and hard.

Ma Hui and Dong Wangchuan had seen it many times before, and they already had some immunity, but at this time, after the picture was opened, they still couldn't help but lose their minds. On the other hand, Wang Xiaoshu and Feng Yimo are now in a state of being dropped by K.O.

Wang Xiaoshu was born in Western painting, and later specialized in architecture, and his sketching skills are extremely strong. Although he was far away from the painting, the first time he saw the painting, he was stunned, subconsciously stood up, came to Feng Yimo's side, lowered his body, and observed carefully.

As an outstanding artist, he has painted countless outstanding works and studied almost all well-known works, and his understanding and appreciation of art is not comparable to ordinary people. He was a little flustered from hunger, and he was choked by the anger of the three of them, and he looked at the portrait impatiently.

Then, in the principal's office, there was a deathly silence.

Dong Wangchuan was the first to recover, and he looked at Feng Yimo and Wang Xiaoshu with a little pride. Ma Hui has the strongest immunity, although he is obsessed with this work, and then he came back to his senses, and he said softly to the wind: "Although this painting looks ......"

Ma Hui spoke abruptly, breaking the silence in the room. Dong Wangchuan hurriedly went to pull him, and his eyes even signaled him not to say more; Wang Xiaoshu didn't hear it at all; Feng Yimo gently raised his hand to him, and his eyes didn't leave the painting.

Seeing Feng Yimo's gesture, Ma Hui also kept silent, feeling embarrassed in his heart. If I hadn't read this painting many times and was eager to share my experience with others, I would never have been so rude. Will that sentence just now cause the principal's dissatisfaction, with Ma Hui's emotional intelligence, it is not easy to think of this.

At this time, Feng Yimo even forgot that he was hungry, and where did he have the leisure to pay attention to Ma Hui's behavior. The first time he saw the work, he was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly lowered his body to get as close as possible, but found that when he got closer, his vision became more blurry, so he straightened up again.

His eyes were tightly attracted, and his hands pulled on both sides of the coffee table, as if he was looking for something, and his hands were still empty after touching for a long time. Dong Wangchuan patted his head, as if he remembered something, got up and walked quickly to the principal's desk, looked around, and came back with a pair of reading glasses. He handed the glasses to Feng Yimo before he sat down again.

Feng Yimo's eyes were reluctant to leave, and he saw Dong Wangchuan's movements with his peripheral vision, and subconsciously took the glasses, broke them open, and put them on. Then he said "um", lowered his body again, and tasted it carefully at close range, with a look of excitement and excitement on his face, like a child who had received a beloved toy.

Wearing reading glasses, Feng Yimo was obviously more energetic, and while looking at it, he involuntarily stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the painting. Dong Wangchuan and Ma Hui subconsciously wanted to stop it, but after thinking about it, they didn't say it after all, the two looked at each other, their eyes were full of helplessness.

Immediately, they saw that Principal Feng's fingers did not touch the painting, but hovered over the painting, a few centimeters away from the painting. The fingers are slightly straightened, following the outline of the sketch, moving slowly, as if to appreciate the trend of the line. After repeating this many times, it is fun to continue on the other side......

After about half an hour, the atmosphere in the room was back to normal. Professor Wang returned to his seat, and President Feng no longer referred to the pen. Dean Dong and Lecturer Ma finally breathed a sigh of relief, and they didn't dare to gasp for breath during this period of time.

"Put the painting away first. Put it away carefully. Feng Yimo said the first sentence after the work was opened. Then, lean back as far back as you can, pressing your back against the back of the couch. He took off his glasses again, and did not put them on the coffee table, but kept holding them in his hands and tilted his head back. It's like taking a break, and it's like reminiscing about something.

After a while, Feng Yimo slowly spoke again: "This painting was also made by that candidate?"

"Principal Mingjian. ”

"The pony is doing a great job, and the words on the back are very helpful in reading the work, so you should read it first. ”

"And what do you think of it?"

"It's refreshing, touching, incredible, and it's a masterpiece. ”

"I'm afraid this evaluation is too high, isn't it?"

"It's not high at all, this masterpiece is well-deserved, as a masterpiece. After saying this, Feng Yimo let out a sigh of relief, sat up straight, and gently put his reading glasses on the coffee table in front of him with his hanging hand. Then, he looked at Ma Hui and asked, "Could this painting have been made at the examination site?"

"It is precisely because of his profound sketching skills that he completed the prescribed assessment in a very short time. Since I had to wait for my companions, I didn't hand in the papers and left, but sat in front of the easel and waited. Feng Yimo bowed slightly, motioning for him to continue.

"This candidate's attire...... Well, poorly dressed and emaciated. Apparently from a poor family, this is in line with the passage he later wrote on the back of the work. Speaking of this, Dong Wangchuan glanced at him urgently, the meaning was obvious, to say the point, what to say about the ozone layer at such a critical time. Feng Yimo didn't interrupt, Ma Hui continued.

"I was fascinated by his skillful drawing, so I kept hanging around him, huh...... Wandering, patrolling, patrolling that logic? uh......"

"Observe! Get to the point, don't care about rhetoric. "Dong Wangchuan really wants to go up and kick him now, this is not literary creation, the most important thing is to make things clear.

Ma Hui's face was embarrassed and said, "Yes, I observe him." Then I found that he seemed to have not eaten lately, and his body was weak......"

"Bang~" Dong Wangchuan finally couldn't help it and kicked Ma Hui. Then he turned to Feng Yimo and said, "Principal, I know everything, this candidate did suddenly sigh when he was in the examination room. The emotions burst out so strong that it was difficult to control himself, so he made this expressive work on the spot. ”

"People can fake, but works can't be faked. The feelings contained in this work are true and tangible, and you can know it when you read it. ”

"Then how do you evaluate this candidate, headmaster?"

"Hahaha, don't say much, I just heard what Xiaoma said, I make a statement, all expenses during his study are free, and scholarships are preferred. If you want to ask if you want a special trick or something, don't make my old man happy. ”

"No, the reason why we are bothering you so late is because he and his companions are going to the Academy of Fine Arts of Huaqing University tomorrow to take the professional examination. At his level, it will inevitably pass, and when the time comes, we will ......"

"Rob!"

The old man's eyes widened, his beard curled, and he said a word categorically, domineering and exposed. Then he laughed again and said, "After tossing for a long time, what is his name?"

"His name is Su Tuo. ”