Another sunny weekend! Ma Liang struggled to get up from the bed, struggled to step over all kinds of dirty clothes and smelly socks in the dormitory, and prepared to wash up and set off. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

To tell the truth, the body is made of iron, and the bed is made of magnets. Everyone who can get up on weekend mornings without hesitation has an admirable willpower! And then what makes people wonder is, why doesn't a person with such strong willpower like tidying up the room?

Yesterday, I heard from my classmates that his work on the stone pavement was painted with paint. Although he also knew that the murals painted there were actually a bit scary, and it was inevitable that they would be erased by the good students of the student union, but this was too fast, right? It's only been a week of painting, and it's snow-white?

The thought of his elaborate paintings, ruined by a few vulgar guys with paint, made Ma Liang's heart ache faintly.

So Ma Liang made a decision, since you have erased my painting, then I will paint another one! I heard that it was painted with white paint very smoothly, isn't this just the space for painting that has been reserved for yourself?

Ma Liang hurriedly washed up, and walked towards the boardwalk by the river with his painting tools. The sun is shining, the river breeze is blowing slowly, and Ma Liang's shawl long hair is flying in the wind, which is so comfortable. With a subtle sense of spirit, the artist went to the place where he had painted before.

Sure enough, the wall, which was originally his masterpiece, had been painted empty and turned snow-white. Ma Liang saw that the scene in front of him was the same as he expected, and smiled. I really want to thank the good students of the student union, otherwise where would I get such a good canvas?

Standing in front of the white wall, Ma Liang's eyes were slightly calm, thinking about what to draw next.

If you replace some artists who are very famous in the world today, it is estimated that it is just a bucket of paint splashed without a head. But Ma Liang is not one of those tricks, he believes that only the real existence drawn with the brush in his hand is the real work of art!

This snow-white wall actually looks very abrupt in the green by the river, so people who walk by will subconsciously look at it. While Ma Liang was thinking, many people had already noticed the artist standing in front of the wall, and a few people who liked to watch the excitement stopped and prepared to see what Ma Liang was going to do.

The sound of the river crashing on the bank, the singing of birds in the forest, the noise of the canteen not far away, and the snow-white walls did not exude the pungent smell of paint, but the fragrance of orchids.

Ma Liang looked carefully at the snow-white wall in front of him, and his thoughts kept jumping. The painted walls are not as smooth as others think, and of course there are no paint droplets drying up on the wall, but like waves of water ripples intertwined on the surface of the wall, like waves on the seaside.

The artist's eyes lit up, and he brushed the long hair around his ears, put his brush into the red paint bucket he had brought, stuck enough paint, and painted on the wall.

Ma Liang just sketched a few strokes, and several torii gates appeared vividly on the wall. The people behind him who watched the excitement applauded one after another. The applause attracted many passing students, who subconsciously looked in this direction. Then, when they saw the living torii, they couldn't help but shout "yes"!

There were more and more onlookers, but Ma Liang didn't seem to feel it. An artist's peculiar frenzy burned in his eyes. He didn't look at it, and the brush clicked into another bucket.

Stained with green paint from another bucket, the horse sorghum gestured vigorously against the wall. This time, it is not a simple torii, but a majestic green mountain! The torii gate in the previous painting is located on the mountainside of the green mountain, and it is both striking and quiet in the midst of the verdant greenery. But strangely, Ma Liang didn't know why, but he didn't paint the top of Qingshan.

At this time, Ma Liang frowned and hesitated for a long time, and then poured a small half bucket of red pigment into the green pigment, and obtained a light blue pigment. It is still a paintbrush dipping in the material, splashing ink, and the light blue mountain top of the green mountain appears in front of everyone's eyes.

When Ma Liang finished the last stroke, the onlookers applauded.

To be honest, in fact, there is nothing special about Ma Liang's paintings, and anyone who has studied painting for a few years can paint about the same. In other places, everyone will at most sigh at the accuracy of the color selection of horse sorghum.

But I don't know why, in the current environment, everyone thinks it's very appropriate. The whole picture faces the river, with its back to a lush wall crawling with creepers. In the sound of birdsong, there is suddenly a green mountain, the top of the mountain is covered with snow, the mountainside torii is looming, and the tip of the nose is also the faint fragrance of orchids.

Ma Liang took two steps back, hugging his shoulders and admiring his work. He believes that this is the best work he has ever worked in the arts! Whether it is the combination of colors or the use of brushstrokes, they have reached his peak! Even, at this moment, Ma Liang has a sense of satisfaction that "it is worth it to be able to paint such a work in this life"!

"Hello, Ma Liang, I am Zhang Qiran, a special reporter of the school magazine, can you accept my interview?" Just as Ma Liangzhi was looking at his work triumphantly, a well-dressed man walked up to him and said.

"Of course you can, you can't ask for it!" Ma Liang is a simple artist, and what an artist wants to do most is to let others appreciate his works, right? Therefore, seeing someone interview him, Ma Liang was of course overjoyed. He thinks that today is his lucky day, is he going to go to the colonel newspaper first, and then to the Donghai Evening News, and then become popular on the Internet, and from then on, he will draw a thousand gold, marry Bai Fumei, and walk to the pinnacle of life?

"May I ask Mr. Ma Liang, how do you evaluate the picture of the green mountains that you have drawn?" Zhang Qiran asked a very interesting question, asking a creator how to evaluate his work.

Do you need to talk about this answer? I can't be more satisfied! As an artist who treats his work as a child, how can he tolerate others saying that his child is bad? Not even yourself!

However, just when Zhang Qiran himself felt that he had asked a stupid question, Ma Liang said an answer that surprised everyone......