Zhang Qingsong's gaffe reaction startled others, including Zhou Jiangming, who showed an incredible expression, what kind of rhythm is this?

"I didn't know your paintings before, it was my clumsiness, please forgive me for my superficiality......"

Zhang Qingsong stopped crying, apologized in various ways, and at the same time slapped himself, wanting to slap himself hard.

Ning Fan directly grabbed Zhang Qingsong's hand, and then helped Zhang Qingsong up.

He said lightly: "Knowing mistakes can improve a lot." ”

Everyone: "......"

Zhang Qingsong nodded straightly, not feeling that what Ning Fan said was wrong, and then he dialed the number.

"If Master can see this painting, it will be a dream of this life, and I must tell Master to let Master come and observe it. ”

After Zhang Qingsong hung up the phone, Ning Fan smiled and said: "The painting I painted is just a fake, I was fortunate enough to see the Phoenix Nirvana when I was abroad before, so I just copied it." ”

"Of course, it's copying, but it's also a test of your drawing skills. ”

Zhang Qingsong naturally does not think that this is a genuine work, and Ning Fan's painting can only be a fake, and the authenticity of this painting must not be in China.

The painter may have even died, so how could it be the young boy in front of him?

But even so, the Phoenix Nirvana diagram copied out is extremely attained, and letting the old master come to see it can be regarded as the wish of the master for half a lifetime.

The phone call has been connected, and Zhang Qingsong is extremely polite to his master, because his master is a painting saint in Zhonghai City, a real mythical figure in the art world, and his artistic attainments are very high.

There is no one in the art world in Zhonghai City who does not recognize his master, and even the whole country and the world have his great name, and his paintings are even more treasures.

......

Ning Fan found that everyone surrounded him, looking at him like a panda, which made him very unhappy.

"The little girl is gone. ”

Ning Fan directly pulled Xu Xiaoqing away from the exhibition.

At this time, Xu Xiaoqing, no matter what Ning Fan wants to do, she will do it, Ning Fan's painting is simply amazing, making her obsessed!

"Yummy!"

Saying that, she was full of smiles, and kissed Ning Fan directly and kissed her fiercely!

"Hold the grass...... Don't take advantage of me, okay, I don't sell my art. ”

After Ning Fan walked out of the exhibition, his last words came into the room, causing everyone to tremble.

And all this is in Zhou Jiangming's eyes, Zhou Jiangming's complexion is very bad, he found that no one cares about his painting skills at all, and countless people have their eyes on Ning Fan.

What's even more odious is that Ning Fan actually won Xu Xiaoqing's heart again and hugged the beauty.

And he still has to suffer such humiliation, his heart is dripping blood, and he hates Ning Fan so much that his teeth itch.

It didn't take long for the painting saint of Zhonghai City to come, and the painting saint was a gray-haired old man, already ninety-eight years old, with wrinkles on his face, but he was still quite healthy.

As soon as he heard that the Phoenix Nirvana diagram appeared, he hurriedly rushed over excitedly, and glanced at the teachers and students at the exhibition with a trembling body.

The painting saint said excitedly: "Where is the painter who painted Phoenix Nirvana?"

Zhang Qingsong said: "Teacher, the painter has left." ”

The painting saint was stunned, and suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said: "What about that painting, what about that painting...... I want to see the Golden Fire Phoenix. ”

Zhang Qingsong repeatedly brought the painting saint to the table.

The painting saint saw the phoenix nirvana diagram on the table at a glance, and suddenly the whole person looked at the painting as if petrified, and did not move for a long time.

Immediately, the painter sat down on the ground, his hands trembling.

Zhang Qingsong hurriedly went to help the painting saint, and after helping the painting saint up, he asked the painting saint with some puzzlement:

"Master, although he painted well, it is also a high-quality fake, why are you so excited, Master?"

This is naturally a fake, no matter how you look at it, it can't be genuine, and the key is that even the painter has admitted it, so naturally there will be no mistakes.

That said, this is also a highly accomplished painting, but ...... There really is no need for Master to be so excited about this fake.

Seeing that his master didn't react, Zhang Qingsong continued: "Such a high-imitation fake is also very rare, but Master, you have a lot of knowledge, so you don't need to care so much. ”

Hearing this, Zhou Jiangming and Wang Xiaoyan immediately recovered from their shock and became happy.

Wang Xiaoyan smiled at Zhou Jiangming and said, "It's just a fake, I really think Ning Fan has the strength to paint the real work directly." ”

Zhou Jiangming also smiled knowingly, a high-imitation work, what is so strange, as long as there is painting skills, anyone can imitate it.

Although it is not a shameful thing to have a high imitation fake, it will never have a good reputation.

"Ning Fan, Ning Fan, you almost fooled us!"

At this moment, the painting saint's eyes suddenly widened, glared at Zhang Qingsong fiercely, and then slapped him.

Zhang Qingsong looked confused, and he didn't understand why his master was suddenly so angry and furious.

The painting saint said angrily: "You clumsy scoundrel, where is this high-imitation fake? This is the real thing, high-imitation of your father." ”

Authentic!

Zhang Qingsong was dumbfounded, this ...... How can this be genuine?

Zhou Jiangming also seemed to have been slapped by the painting saint, his whole face was red and hot, and he stood there dumbfounded.

Zhang Qingsong covered his left cheek, he knew the skills of painting saints, but the master was already so old, maybe he was dazzled.

He said, "Master...... You're not mistaken, how can he draw the real thing?"

Zhang Qingsong is dead.

The painting saint looked at Zhang Qingsong with a look of hatred that iron could not become steel, and threw it towards Zhang Qingsong's right cheek.

Zhang Qingsong didn't dodge either, and was drawn by the painting saint, but he could be sure of one thing now, this was really a real work!

The painting saint no longer paid attention to Zhang Qingsong, but shed tears excitedly at the phoenix nirvana picture:

"In my lifetime, I actually saw the fifth phoenix nirvana picture - the golden fire phoenix picture, how many people can't see this painting, I actually saw it, it's in vain!"

"It's really the real thing!"

Everyone was dumbfounded, that hairy boy didn't even use a paintbrush to paint, isn't this nonsense?

And what did Ning Fan's guy draw at the end, a rooster in a piece of poop?

In the end, he was so bold and crazy that he covered the painting with milk and set it on fire, which is the act of a madman.

But that's not the case at all, even the famous painting saint is so excited that he sits on the ground, how can it be an imitation?

Definitely stepping on a horse is a real thing!

"Hold the grass...... It hurts for Ning Fan to slap us in the face like this. Many people wiped the sweat from their foreheads and smiled bitterly.

The most heart-wrenching thing is not them, but Zhou Jiangming and Wang Xiaoyan, they are ashamed and angry, but they have nowhere to vent, Ning Fan really disgusts them.

But he just can't compare with a cow!