"Hey, extraordinary, little brother, are you free?" Lu Huang, the owner of Xinxin Gallery, took the initiative to contact, "You have sold another oil painting here, take the money!"

"You just transfer it to my bank account!" Ren Bufan reported the account number dedicated to storing painting funds.

"Aren't you painting now?" asked Lu Huang.

"Almost!"

"That's a pity! Actually, your qualifications are good, and if you hone and hone more, you will definitely be able to achieve success in this industry!" Lu Huang said, "Come to the gallery, right?"

"I'm not going to sell paintings to make money now, just dispose of what I consigned before!" Ren Bufan said, "If you want money, just hit my card anyway." ”

Now that his game company is officially operational, the income is okay, and he no longer needs the little money he earns from painting.

"Just come to the gallery!" Lu Huang insisted on advising him, "I have something to tell you." ”

"Can't you say something on the phone?"

"Anyway, I've supported you, and you can be regarded as your elder when you are here, right?" Lu Huang said, "It's just that there is something I invite you to come over and talk about in person, don't you even pay attention to such a small request?" Now during the May Day Golden Week, you must be free, give a face, come and visit!"

"What the hell can't you say on the phone?"

"Are you coming?"

To be honest, Ren Bufan didn't have anything special to do today, and he originally planned to go around the company and then go back to the apartment to rest.

It's just that Lu Huang repeatedly asked to meet him, and he earned some initial funds in the gallery, also because of the convenience he gave. Otherwise, how can it be so easy for a new painter to sell and paint?

Anyway, it's okay, forget about it!

Thinking of this, he said to Lu Huang: "Okay! I'll leave now, and I'll be able to get to you around 9 o'clock." ”

"Oh! That's it!" said Lu Huang, "come here." ”

Hang up the phone, walk unhurriedly to the bus stop, catch a bus to the city, and get off near the new new gallery.

When I came to the door of the gallery, I saw Wang Yuan greet me with a smile before I entered: "Coming?"

"Hmm!" Ren Bufan entered the gallery.

"The owner is waiting for you on the second floor. Wang Yuan pointed to the stairs.

"Sister Wang, your boss has to ask me to come over, why?" Ren Bufan lowered his voice and asked her curiously.

Wang Yuan shook his head and replied with a smile: "I don't know, you have to ask him yourself." ”

"So?" Ren Bufan nodded, "Okay, then I'll go upstairs by myself." ”

"Okay!"

Turning around, I walked up the stairs and quickly came to the second floor.

At a glance, I saw Lu Huang sitting at the table with a teacup, and there was a strange middle-aged man next to him.

The middle-aged man was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and when he saw Ren Bufan, he looked carefully.

"Coming?" Lu Huang stretched out his hand and pointed to the position facing the two of them, "Sit!"

Ren Bufan was not polite and sat down directly.

His eyes also looked up and down at the middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and his heart was full of doubts.

"This is the rookie oil painter you are talking about?" asked the middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses cautiously.

"Hmm!" Lu Huang looked at Ren Bufan carefully, and asked him with a little surprise, "Boy, how have you lost weight recently?

"What did you call me over?" Ren Bufan asked.

"Actually, I didn't hope you came over," Lu Huang took a sip from his teacup and looked at the gold-rimmed glasses sitting next to him.

"Hello!" The golden wire glasses stood up, stretched out his right hand and handed it to Ren Bufan.

"Hello!" Ren Bufan shook hands with him suspiciously, looking carefully.

"My name is Wei Ting, and I am a member of the Calligraphy and Painting Association!"

"Wuzhou Painting and Calligraphy Association?" Ren Bufan heard of it for the first time.

"Wuzhou Calligraphy and Painting Association is an organization of calligraphers and painters, and it is an important association for the exchange of calligraphy and painting in Wuzhou. Wei Ting, the gold-wired glasses, replied.

"Oh!" Ren Bufan nodded, but he wasn't really interested, "My name is Ren Bufan." ”

The two sat back and looked at each other face to face.

Ren Bufan glanced at it a few times, then turned his head sideways and asked Lu Huang: "So what is the matter with calling me over today?

"I really wanted to introduce him to you. Lu Huang smiled, "Actually, he himself has come over several times, hoping to meet you." One of the oil paintings you put here for consignment was bought by him. ”

Ren Bufan looked at Wei Ting: "So, what is the matter with me?"

"I have a question," Wei Ting said, "I asked the boss to leave a phone number for you, but there has been no news." After so long, I couldn't help it, so I asked him to invite you to come so that I could figure it out. ”

Ren Bufan remembered that Lu Huang had indeed given him a phone number, but he didn't know where to throw it away. Anyway, I didn't feel at ease. It turned out to be the person named Wei Ting in front of him: "Then what questions do you have?"

When Wei Ting heard this, he turned around and bent down to take out a framed painting from under the table and put it on the table, which was one of the oil paintings that Ren Bufan originally sold. When the painting was taken out, Wei Ting looked at Ren Bufan and said, "The reason why I bought your painting is purely out of curiosity. Because although you can also call it an oil painting, it is completely different from the orthodox oil painting technique! What I am more concerned about is why it is different from ordinary oil painting, and it seems that everything is done in one go, which is simply contrary to the creative technique of oil painting. So you want to figure out what this is all about, and how did you do it?"

"That's it?" Ren Bufan showed a speechless expression, "Although it's not an oil painting in the traditional sense, it doesn't matter if it's formal or not, right?"

"What I'm more concerned about is how this oil painting is done!" Wei Ting said, "If you can, can you demonstrate it on the spot?"

"I didn't bring any painting tools," Ren shook his head.

"I'm ready!" Wei Ting pointed to the side, where there were complete oil painting tools, a special linen canvas, "Please draw an oil painting casually, let me observe the technique." Of course, I won't let you paint for nothing, and I will pay for your paintings. ”

"It's so troublesome~" Ren Bufan glanced at the painting tools that had been prepared a long time ago, and then at Wei Ting, "Does it make sense?"

"Maybe it doesn't make sense to you, but for me, it's very meaningful to be able to understand how this kind of oil painting came about!" Wei Ting said seriously, standing up and making a gesture of please, "I'm sorry for you!"

"People sincerely ask, you can do a favor!" Lu Huang said on the side with a teacup.

Ren Bufan looked at Lu Huang, then at Wei Ting, and finally nodded: "Okay! ”

"Please!" Wei Ting immediately walked to the side of the painting tool and asked Ren Bufan to come over again.

Ren Bufan stood up, walked to the linen canvas, bent down and picked up the brush: "It's the first time I've used a linen canvas, why don't you change to an ordinary drawing paper?"

"It's okay, you can paint!" Wei Ting said, "Please!"

"Then what do you draw?" asked Ren Bufan.

"Feel free, I just want to see how you paint!" Wei Ting replied.

Lu Huang also stood up and walked next to him: "Paint!

Ren Bufan stood in front of the linen canvas, closed his eyes and thought carefully for a while, and the magnificent scenery he saw when Lingqiu Mountain reached the top came to his mind.

At the moment, I hold the brush and dip it in various shades and paints, and the pen is flying, brushing a little bit.

Wei Ting's eyes widened as he watched him paint on linen canvas with a speed that would be incomprehensible to that of a normal painter, in a way that was completely in tune with the oil painting techniques he knew, and the speed was unbelievable.

Moreover, it is really the same as the oil painting I bought before, there is no need for layers of rendering, and there is no need for so many complicated processes, and every time I put down the brush, it is very accurate, and there is no need to stop and think.

The most important thing is that this painting has just begun, and it makes him feel a unique artistic conception, which feels very different from the oil painting he bought before!

Lu Huang's eyes lit up when he stood behind him, staring at the oil painting that Ren Bufan was drawing.

The mastery level is not at the same level as the master level, and there is a very obvious grade level with the previous paintings.

Whether it is from the perspective of sight or feeling, it is not at all!

When Ren Bufan began to paint, the whole person was completely engaged, and some of the surrounding people seemed to be non-existent, only him and the canvas.

Wei Ting and Lu Huang watched quietly, not daring to disturb quietly.

It wasn't until he finished the last stroke that the cloud scene of Lingqiu Mountain appeared on the canvas that was as perfect as the photo, and Wei Ting quickly checked his watch, and it only took 27 minutes.

The painting completed in 27 minutes is far more eye-catching than what it took me three or four days to paint.

Looking at the landscape on the canvas, there is an immersive illusion as if you are on the top of Lingqiu Mountain.

"It's broken!" Lu Huang looked at Ren Bufan in disbelief for a while, and walked in front of this new painting excitedly, "Just this painting, a little publicity is guaranteed to be coaxed by many people! Different from the previous quality, it has been continuously upgraded several grades!"

"I'm sorry, I just said I bought this painting!" Wei Ting quickly dispelled Lu Huang's thoughts, and turned his head to look at Ren Bufan, "Little brother, can I dare to ask, who is your master?"

"I just paint by myself, I don't have a master!"

"How is it possible? At your age, you can have such drawing skills. Moreover, he has almost created a new painting method by himself, and there must be a certain master who has carefully cultivated it!" Wei Ting said seriously, "Please also recommend it, I am grateful!"

"I'm sorry, I really don't have a master!" Ren Bufan shook his head and said, "This is what I scribbled." ”

Wei Ting's eyes locked on him, and after looking at it for a long time, he couldn't tell whether this was true or false, so he thought about it carefully and said to him: "Are you interested in joining the Wuzhou Calligraphy and Painting Association?"

"I'm not interested!" Ren Bufan refused directly.

"Why? We, the Wuzhou Calligraphy and Painting Association, are not able to join if we want to. Wei Ting said, "Most of the people who can join the association are well-known calligraphy and painting masters, and there are also some rising stars with special potential." Joining in it is very advantageous for a calligrapher and painter!"

"I'm not a calligrapher and painter!" Ren Bufan shrugged, "It's nothing else, right? Look at how much this is worth, I'll go back first after we settle the account!"

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