"The deans of the eight great deans have also looked away, where is this kid in the doorway, I think it is a crooked way!"

"It's just lip service!"

A group of cartoonists are also relieved, they never expected to attract these art masters, if this kid really draws a decent Chinese painting, and then is praised by the deans of the Eighth National Congress, then their face will be lost today.

But no one knew that except for the deans of the Eight Great Congresses, many people who were really accomplished in calligraphy and painting did not speak, and they were all staring at the "scribbles" on the screen in front of the computer.

And the children saw it, Ye Qiu began to write again, and they all began to get excited, just now the children saw Ye Qiu being pulled by someone to say some strange things, they were very anxious to listen to it, and now as soon as Ye Qiu started writing, they thought of Ye Qiu's previous promise to introduce them to new friends.

"Wow, is this a new friend?"

"Why is it black, one thing, is it an earthworm?"

"This new friend looks so strange. ”

Ning Yuxi was also very anxious, she knew a little about calligraphy and painting, but from Ye Qiu's brushstrokes, she couldn't see what Ye Qiu was going to paint, it seemed to be painting a road, but it was circling, like an earthworm, but the earthworm didn't have so many lines on it, and if it was an earthworm, it would be too big.

Although she thinks that Ye Qiu's comics are very good, there is a world of difference between Chinese paintings and comics, is it because Ye Qiu doesn't understand Chinese painting at all, so she draws hard?

In short, Ning Yuxi was very anxious, but looking at the few old Chinese medicine doctors next to him, they all looked comfortable, some were eager to try and seemed to want to move forward, and some stared at the screen with blazing eyes.

Ning Yuxi's heart was relieved, looking at the appearance of these old Chinese medicine doctors, did he know what Ye Qiu was drawing?

So Ning Yuxi directly trotted to Chen Donglin's side and said in a low voice: "Grandpa Chen, do you know what Doctor Ye paints again?"

Then Ning Yuxi looked at Chen Donglin expectantly, hoping to get a positive answer, Ning Yuxi felt that he had never expected himself to be ignorant, it was because of his ignorance that he couldn't understand Ye Qiu's paintings.

"I don't understand. ”

Chen Donglin responded very calmly, Ning Yuxi's face was relieved, and he subconsciously said: "So that's the case...... Wait a minute...... What? You don't understand?"

Ning Yuxi's voice suddenly rose an octave, Chen Donglin was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "You kid, why have you become so frizzy now, don't disturb Mr. Ye's painting when you are quiet." ”

Ning Yuxi was about to cry, and said in a low voice: "You can't understand this, why are you still ......?"

Ning Yuxi almost said the second half of the sentence, you can't understand it, you still read it like you're fascinated, and those who don't know must think that you can see it clearly.

Chen Donglin lived to be in his eighties, so he could naturally see Ning Yuxi's thoughts, gave her a reassuring look, and said with relief: "Don't worry, if we can understand what Mr. Ye painted, it would be strange." ”

Ning Yuxi looked at Chen Donglin in disbelief, his head was completely insufficient, what does it mean to understand it?

Chinese painting is not an abstract painting, and it is normal to not understand it?

"And these old gentlemen?"

Ning Yuxi tentatively pointed to a group of old Chinese medicine doctors.

"They, too, must not be able to understand it. ”

Chen Donglin didn't even hesitate, and said directly.

Ning Yuxi was choked again, and these old Chinese medicine doctors also heard Ning Yuxi's questions, and knew what Ning Yuxi was worried about, so they were all relieved: "Don't worry, girl, Mr. Ye's mystery is not something that we ordinary people can understand." ”

"It's normal not to understand. ”

"You don't have to worry about this, Mr. Ye's water is too deep. ”

Ning Yuxi felt that his worldview had been completely subverted, so many old Chinese medicine doctors, when facing a painting that they couldn't read, had 10,000 percent confidence in Ye Qiu.

She didn't know where the confidence of these old Chinese medicine doctors came from, and even she had a feeling that these old men were a little superstitious.

Xia Qingqiu was stunned when she watched from the side, if she was allowed to fight, firearms, she could still say a few words, but from the time Ye Qiu began to pick up the pen, she was completely confused.

Ye Qiu's "scribble" is still in progress, the Internet is basically already a mockery, and the whole paper is about to be filled with ink, if there were still people expecting Ye Qiu to be just a messy layout, but now this situation is to draw again, and it will also come to the final stage, because except for a blank on the side, it seems to be a place to leave a book, and there is no place to hold things.

Ye Qiu has been chattering in pieces: "...... Although I am a layman, I also know that the so-called art, an art, a technique, art is a skill, art is speculation, mastery of creation, and it must be spiritual, have thoughts, and cannot be used for personal purposes, nor can it be separated from sentient beings, and it is one and two sides, the high is elegant, and the low is vulgar, but who judges the high and the low? In my opinion, the fool sees its form in vain, and the wise man is happy to see its true ......."

Ye Qiu's voice became higher and higher, more and more majestic, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, magnificent and majestic, and also like a stick in the head, deafening, and unconsciously, the blank space of that line was already filled with a line of handwriting.

When the eight deans heard Ye Qiu's self-talk, their eyes became brighter and brighter, and they became more and more excited, and when they saw that line of books, they were all shocked, and they all lost their voices: "Inverted painting dragon!"

At this time, Ye Qiu had already put away his pen and stood up, smiling indifferently at the camera and asking, "How is the painting?"

Netizens are all disdainful.

"I'll go!

"Is this a painting? It's so dark, and my son, who just learned Chinese painting, paints better than him!"

"How about being embarrassed to ask?"

And some people in the industry are also disappointed.

"Alas...... I thought it was a good work, but what is it called!"

"The eight deans are all blind. ”

"I'm trying to understand what he's drawing."

The cartoonists all felt that the peak was turning, and now that they had concluded that this guy was definitely scribbling, they all started to make mockery.

"What this kid said today is indeed the truth, he doesn't understand art at all!"

"Could this be the New School of Painting, the Freehand Abstraction School, hahaha......"

"What the hell!"

These cartoonists all have a feeling of raising their eyebrows, if Ye Qiu really draws any good works, then they will be finished, now that they look at it like this, even if this kid said it before, the eight deans also agreed, it was useless, everything was empty talk.

When the deans of the Eight Congresses, saw the comments on the Internet, as well as these cartoonists who jumped their feet, they all felt a little helpless, but they didn't have time to argue with them, or say anything, they were all looking forward to seeing the true face of Lushan in this painting!

Ye Qiu picked up Ning Yuxi's mobile phone, looked at the comments, sighed, put the phone on the table again, looked a little helpless, and a little mocking, and sighed: "All you can see is this dark side?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, all of them a little confused.

"Isn't that nonsense, what else is there besides the black one?"

"This character is written in reverse! You can't get to this point without culture!"

"Don't make a fuss here, what's the matter, what kind of door do you want to come up with in this black thing?"

Ye Qiu seemed to know what all netizens thought, shook his head and said: "The reason why you don't understand art is because you always stand on the back side of art. ”

If a big artist said such a thing, maybe these people would still feel very profound, but now that it came out of Ye Qiu's mouth, these people felt a little ridiculous.

And after hearing Ye Qiu's words, the Eight Deans confirmed the thoughts in their hearts even more, they were all excited and inexplicable, could this legendary skill really exist?

Just when people from all walks of life were mocking first, Ye Qiuxin picked up the rice paper in his hand, only to hear a crisp sound of "bang", and the rice paper was directly flipped over.

The camera freezes, and at this moment, the whole world is silent!

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