"Started drawing?"

"The drawing of the moon god...... A little looking forward to it, I don't know what level. ”

"I'm from the Academy of Arts, a fan from the highest universities, and it's a difficult problem to draw ordinary ink paintings, I don't know if the moon god has the level of a master."

"Well, no matter what kind of painting the moon god paints, I am willing to spend 10,000 yuan to buy it, as long as the word Lin Wuyue is written on it."

"Hahahaha! Same as I thought! ”

"It can be sold for tens of thousands of yuan if it changes hands, and those fans are estimated to be very happy!"

"Tsk, can you not question the level of the moon god first?"

The audience in the live broadcast room was looking forward to it.

This was the first time they had seen Lin Wuyue say that she wanted to paint.

As said on the Internet, you can take the appearance route, but you have to choose the talent route.

I just don't know what the level is, so I don't think it's too bad.

Isn't there some big stars painting that doesn't seem to be much different from ordinary people, and can still be sold for a good price?

Just because of Lin Wuyue as a person, this painting can increase the value of this painting a lot.

"Husband, do you really know how to draw?"

Nervously grinding the ink, Su Yueling couldn't help but ask again.

She was really worried that Lin Wuyue wouldn't be able to draw, that would be a shame.

I've never heard Lin Wuyue talk about painting before!

I had never seen Lin Wuyue show the level of painting, no wonder Su Yueling was thinking about it in her heart now and asked curiously.

There's no foundation for this, who has a base in their hearts?!

"It's okay, just draw and play."

Showing a smile at Su Yueling, Lin Wuyue held the brush in her hand, and used the brush in a very formal and sophisticated posture.

He tapped the ink lightly.

Then he stared intently at the white paper on the table.

Motionless.

Just when everyone thought that Lin Wuyue didn't want to continue drawing, he suddenly lifted his brush and slammed a horizontal line on the white paper.

Call!

Exhaling a breath of turbidity, Lin Wuyue put down the brush in her hand, looking very satisfied, and kept looking at the paintings on the table.

That's it?

That's it??

A horizontal line? ”

"Luna, is this the end of the painting? I thought it was just getting started! ”

"Wouldn't it, just a simple horizontal line?"

"Good fellow, I was going to praise the moon god well, but he just drew a horizontal line, and I couldn't praise my whole person!"

"Luna I'm sorry, I really don't know how to praise you this time."

"No, no, no! You vulgar people who don't know how to art! Only an expert knows how amazing this painting really is! If you look closely, this is an ordinary line?!"

Someone made a comment, so that everyone couldn't help but be curious and look at it for a while.

In the middle of that blank piece of paper, there is indeed an ordinary horizontal line running through it.

After looking at it horizontally and vertically for a long time, I didn't find any difference, and the whole painting was full of mediocre words.

Even Su Yueling, who was at the scene, felt this way in her heart.

Isn't this just an ordinary painting?

Who said there were any highlights in this painting?

In other words, she can easily complete the operation when she goes up!

So...... Is it serious to draw casually?

Well, we're just having fun.

I comforted myself silently in my heart, and Su Yueling's emotions were not so embarrassing.

Just take it as a joke to liven up the atmosphere in the live broadcast room.

After thinking about it, Su Yueling said to the camera with a smile: "Hehe, this horizontal line is actually a horizontal line, do you think it is the level of a master?" ”

"We're just going to liven up the atmosphere."

Hear the words.

The crowd was in an uproar.

"I see."

"I was scared to death, I almost began to wonder about life, is it because I don't have any artistic cells, so I can't understand the meaning that the moon god wants to express......"

"Don't doubt it, you're right!"

"Hahaha! The god of the moon is really very humorous! ”

"It's really humorous, I laughed all the time."

"As a girl suffering from depression, this is the first time I have smiled in fifteen years, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Is that an exaggeration?"

"Hahaha! I just showed this painting to the dying old man next door, he actually laughed out loud, his vital signs returned to normal, the doctor said it was a miracle, and now his family is criticizing me, and I will share the follow-up with you later. ”

"Good guy, master of sheep madness, when you quit the literary world, I strongly opposed it."

"In just one sentence, the ugliness of human nature and the helplessness of reality are completely interpreted."

I have to say that the reflex arc of this generation of netizens is really a bit long.

Su Yueling, who didn't feel embarrassed before, really felt a little embarrassed now.

"Ugh."

A helpless sigh came from behind her, like emotion, and full of a sense of loneliness.

"Sure enough, you don't understand, that's a good thing."

"I'll go cook first, wife."

The sigh was made by Lin Wuyue, he smiled at Su Yueling, and the moment he turned around, his expression ended a lot, and the back was full of vicissitudes and loneliness, which instantly made the netizens in the live broadcast room silent.

Could it be that they really don't understand what art is?

No, this is obviously an ordinary horizontal line!

At this time.

In an office that is known as the first university of the Dragon Country Institute of Contemporary Art.

After class, Professor Feng Yuxiu sat in the office with a thick book.

This is not a book, rather a painting.

It is full of paintings that have been sorted out by Professor Feng Yuxiu over the years, which are very in line with his aesthetics.

Any of these paintings can make a sensation in the art world.

And Professor Feng Yuxiu only owns their photos, and they have tasted and read them in a book, and they have experienced a different kind of artistic edification.

"Professor Feng is out of class?"

"That Li Xiangyang in your class is really amazing! The landscape painting is stunning! ”

Professor Feng was not alone in the office, there were several professors sitting, and it was not their class time.

"Hehe, it's okay, it's okay, this student has a little talent."

Feng Yuxiu nodded, smiled and spoke to many professors, while sitting in the office chair and looking through the album in his hand.

Li Xiangyang in the mouth of the professors.

He is a student of an art academy that is very popular on the Internet now.

And the reason why he suddenly became popular was entirely because the photos of his graduation work were circulated.

The dragons soaring between the heavens and the earth, and the beautiful rural landscape paintings, made countless netizens feel shocked.

also made this student's talent begin to be discovered by everyone.

Thereupon.

This student is known as the modern art master Miaozi.

Many believe that his future is immeasurable and that he may become the next hero!

Such a title is not particularly exaggerated.

It's the oil paintings of those graduation works that really impressed people completely.

Some people even wanted to buy his paintings, and the bids directly reached the level of millions!

In modern society, an average student can sell millions of paintings, and this level can be imagined.

"Oh my God!"

"Come and see!"

Someone in the office suddenly called out in surprise.

It was a young professor, only in his thirties, who got the position of professor, and was a very talented and hard-working temperament beauty.

Let a strong woman show this attitude, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the office.

They leaned in curiously to watch.

The same expression was then revealed.

"Oh my God! This is a young man doing it?! ”

"It's incredible, the more I watch, the more I feel like it."

"I can't believe that such a painting was painted by a young man."

？？？

Feng Yuxiu, who was on the side, listened to everyone's remarks, and his head was full of question marks.

Is it so evil?

The last time I heard this kind of thing was my student Li Xiangyang.

Wrong.

Even Li Xiangyang did not receive such an evaluation.

At most, they just said, "Oh, this talent is good, it's about the same level as theirs."

Painting is not just a technique, there is also a special feeling.

In fact, Li Xiangyang is not so evil.

However, it is a bit too exaggerated for other young people to get such evaluations from several professors!

"Professor Feng, come and take a look, our attainments are not as high as yours."

At this time, someone shouted towards Feng Yuxiu.

He came to the side half-pushed, wanting to see what the painting was, which caused several pretentious and high-sighted professors to be so excited.

His gaze gradually rested on a blank piece of paper.

Feng Yuxiu helped his glasses, and finally saw a horizontal line on the white paper.

Just a glance.

A galaxy, an abyss, a dark and unknown starry sky appeared in front of his eyes, a lonely and closed life.

What kind of person can draw such an artistic conception?

Wait a minute......

Is this live?

It's a young man who paints?

Lin Wuyue? It sounds familiar!

"Professor Feng! Professor Feng! ”

Professor Feng, who was immersed in it, didn't hear everyone's voices at all.

He has visited many famous paintings and calligraphy, and only from the works of a few people can he get this kind of insight.

I never thought that a young man would have such a level! It can be described as a saint of contemporary painting!

"I'm here."

When his sanity returned, Feng Yuxiu was still staring at the screen reluctantly.

"How much evaluation do you think you can give for such a work?"

The young professor asked curiously, curious about how such a work would be evaluated in the heart of Professor Feng, the oldest of the seniors.

After a pause, a few words slowly squeezed out of Feng Yuxiu's throat.

"I think it's a masterpiece."