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Li Fan's words suddenly fell silent, and his eyes were all on me, and I was a little embarrassed for a while. Hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no...... All of you are masters, I'm just a hobbyist! How dare you get an axe! ”

I glanced at Li Fan reproachfully, and Li Fan said very arrogantly: "Little junior sister, don't care, this is an occasion to show yourself, and it is also an opportunity to learn!" ”

"That's it, don't all those who come here come with the attitude of learning and communicating, and since they have all come, what are you still modest? It's not really just a hobbyist, is it? "The 'bug among people' said, obviously she was teasing the crowd and fighting the crowd, and looked at me with a flirtatious expression.

"Then this young lady, just show your hands! Painters' Salon, you say you are a lover, it is not easy to get in. Everyone who comes here has a head and a face, if you can't draw a few strokes? How did you get in, but it's doubtful? The man next to the bug said in agreement.

"It's true that there is a head and a face, but there are also bed bugs!" Levan looked bluntly at the person who spoke.

I stopped Li Fan and said with a humble smile: "I did come today with a learning mentality, I'm sorry!" ”

Gao Tong saw me holding Li Fan's arm, frowned slightly, and the color of his eyes gradually turned cold.

"This is the Salon des Painters, how did this enthusiast get in?" The 'bed bug among men' said sharply.

I saw that Gao Tong's face was very cold, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his brows were slightly frowned, obviously these words made him feel harsh.

Master Liu Shuo encouraged me with a kind smile, "Don't be afraid, be bold, whether you are a lover or a painter, you must always have the courage to show your works and face the evaluation of the world." Girl, go up! ”

Here are a few more encouraging voices.

It seems that I can't hide today, the ugly daughter-in-law always wants to see her in-laws, besides, I won't be so bad, do I think my aunt really can't draw a single stroke? Ha, then you guys are so miscalculated!

I smiled, watching the bug still screaming and bewitching, I took off my small backpack and handed it to Cao Xi.

Then he walked generously in front of everyone and bowed deeply, "Hello teachers! I'm really a lover, not even a painter, today I am very grateful to the painter Li Fan for taking me here to study and observe, I have seen so many masters, the students are very lucky, since the teachers have asked the students to paint a picture, then the students will be ugly, and please teach the teachers! ”

I inadvertently met Gao Tong's eyes, and there was some surprise and suspicion in his eyes.

I turned to the bookcase and calmed my mind. Then I picked up the pen, glued the ink to the pen, and my mind was thinking about the composition at a rapid pace. I looked at the rice paper in front of me, and then put it on the pen paper, started the pen and put the money, and painted a picture of ink bamboo in the wind, the bamboo and stone in the painting are staggered, the shade is dry, and the dyeing is orderly.

When I was done, I stood aside, bowed slightly to everyone, and said softly, "Please also teach the teachers!" ”

Everyone gathered around, and their eyes were on the painting on the bookcase!

"Yes, very charming!"

"Wouldn't it? That stroke is a little too soft! Looking a little frizzy? ”

"Why? As a hobbyist, this painting is already very skillful! Do you see that? This is the ink bamboo in the wind, how to call it rough? Plants in the wind are moving, how can it be called ink bamboo in the wind without this kind of movement? ”

"Lovers, how much more could you ask of her? Don't be too harsh! People have already called you teacher, so if it's not good, just point it out, and it's not something that people with heads and faces do! ”

"The composition is terrible! At first glance, it's a miscellaneous faction! "The 'bedbug' quibbled and continued to speak venomously.

I stood on the sidelines and listened to the opinions of all parties, and the tension was beyond words.

Just when everyone was talking about each other, there was a 'squeak'......

The door of the hall was pushed open from the outside in, and a young man stood at the door with an old man in his arms, the old man was dressed in coarse linen clothes, with gray hair, and he looked energetic and fairy-like.

At this time, some of the guests quarreled, some mocked my paintings, some watched the fun, and of course some praised them...... The first to notice the old man was a middle-aged angry young man, who was already fighting with his tongue, but suddenly the whole person looked in the direction of the door and couldn't speak, "Chen ...... Chen Lao......

In an instant, everyone followed the gaze of the angry young man, and for a second, they were all stunned, especially the 'bed bug' who was still mocking me a second ago, and his expression was like a ghost, "That...... That person is ......"

"Why does that old man look so familiar...... No way! It seems to be Chen Xiangzhi! I'm not dreaming, am I? Someone rubbed their eyes.

"What nonsense! Are you mistaken? ”

"Nope! It's Chen Lao! It's Mr. Chen Xiangzhi! I've seen it on TV! Someone exclaimed.

The young man next to him had also seen it on TV, wasn't it Chen Lao's proud protégé Yumo? If you don't believe me, I'll search the Internet for you now! ”

......

Of all the painters present, very few knew Chen Xiangzhi, but no one in the painting world knew Chen Xiangzhi's master, including the 'bedbug' and others, who were already dumbfounded.

"This is still wrong, this is a Taidou-level figure, Mr. Chen is known as the national treasure of Chinese painting, and today his old man is also here? Whose face is this? ”

The angry young man couldn't suppress his excitement, and stepped forward first, "Old Chen! You...... Do you remember me? 10 years ago, at the Beijing Chinese Painting Exhibition, you personally guided me! ”

When the old man heard this, he pondered and muttered, "Is there a Chinese painting exhibition in Beijing?" Are you Han Junyi? ”

Han Junyi's eyes were red, "That's right! I'm Han Junyi! I didn't expect you to remember me! If it weren't for your guidance, I wouldn't have made up my mind to go out of that little place in my hometown and learn to paint! Nor would it be where it is today! ”

Hearing this, some people also recognized this person as Han Junyi, "Oh, this man, I think about it, it seems to be quite famous, isn't it Han Junyi who painted chrysanthemums?" It is said that he worked his way up from a small remote village...... I didn't expect to have such a relationship with Mr. Chen......

At this time, everyone also revered Chen Lao even more, "Chen Lao is really full of peach and plums all over the world!" ”

"That's the charm of personality!"

......

After sighing at Elder Chen, everyone was very surprised, how could Elder Chen suddenly appear here......

"Old Chen, you ...... How did you come? Han Junyi said excitedly.

"The master heard that this is a painter's salon to raise funds for the disaster area, so he came here on purpose." Old Chen replied proudly.

As soon as these words came out, the audience fell into a deathly silence.

Gao Tong hurriedly stepped forward, "Chen Lao is really a double xin of virtue and art!" I am also bothered by your old man's visit, and the younger generation is ashamed! ”

He glanced at Gao Tong and only whispered, "This kind of activity is very good, that's why I came!" I should thank you to you! ”

After everyone came back to their senses, their first reaction was to ask the old man to point out their works, and one by one they seemed to see the true god, and each of them crowded forward with their own works.

The old man didn't say much, accompanied by his apprentices, he looked everywhere and saw the works they handed over and swept them by.

I saw that the old gentleman had a childish face and a bright eye, and he smiled shallowly at everyone, and several master-level characters rushed over to greet the old gentleman.

He nodded his head, and these people followed him, like stars holding the moon. As he walked, there were still people showing him his paintings as he passed, fighting for the opportunity to give him guidance, as if he could get his guidance, he would start a family, and the scene was quite strange.

But he is like walking in the market, and he does not open his mouth.

I've long been squeezed out of the periphery by these people, too, I'm a lover, so I have a chance to come forward!

He watched everywhere, and actually walked towards the bookcase, and my heart tightened, and I beat wildly.

He walked steadily to the bookcase and finally stopped, and lowered his eyes to look at the painting. The eyes are narrowed and the line is letting go! The expression is very focused.

So everyone held their breath for fear of disturbing him.

My nervous palms were sweaty.

It was a long time before he spoke: "Whose painting is this?" ”

I hurried over, stood still, and whispered in fear, "Sir, it's mine!" ”

His piercing gaze looked at me as if he were scrutinizing me, so that they all pricked up their ears and looked at the old man, as if waiting for his verdict.......