"This time I won."

Katsuko Sakai took the two pen sketches, her nose twitching slightly.

She guessed that Gu Weijing's level must be good, but she didn't expect the other party to be so good.

People who are praised as geniuses naturally have the pride of being geniuses, and her painting level among her peers is unparalleled.

Few people can carry such a lot of pressure as Katsuko, the weak talent is afraid of the opponent being strong, and the strong will only love this feeling of competition with each other.

"Cut...... Haven't won my sister yet, what's the pride? We shouldn't have been mixed up if we knew it earlier. ”

Sakai Tsunamasa looked at Gu Weijing, who had no sense of existence at all, but after an unintentional willow competition, he was treated as a treasure by an old artist.

He felt unworthy for his sister.

How many games has his sister Shengzi won since she was a child to get to the bottom today, this Gu Weijing has become a genius like her sister by virtue of a defeat.

NOT TO MENTION THAT HE IS NOT AS GOOD AS THIS EVIL PERSON WHO PRACTICES DRAWING ON THE IPAD.

"Well, even if I come to interview my biographer after I become a great artist one day, I can't be sure that this competition will be recorded in "The Biography of Reiwa Great Artist: Sakai Tsunamasa."

Sakai Tsunamasa has fallen into the unhappiness of making a wedding dress for someone else.

……

Whatever the young people think, this is a small episode before the mural restoration project begins.

It may be funny, but it's like a pebble falling into the surface of a lake, and soon there is no aftermath.

"Before I get to work, I want to say a few words."

Cao Xuan stood in the square, looking at the crowd around him.

The little old man's voice was a little hoarse, but it was not lacking in neutrality, and a staff member immediately sent the microphone to Cao Lao.

Seeing that Cao Lao began to speak, everyone immediately became solemn.

"There's no need for me to say a lot of nonsense, it's all ...... who can participate in these projects."

His gaze swept over the crowd around him.

"Experienced artist."

was called an artist by Cao Lao, and the well-known masters in the crowd looked left and right with their faces shining, and Uncle Sakai straightened his stomach even more, and the fat on his waist trembled.

"An insider with a long history."

The old man Gu Tongxiang, who was pulling Gu Weijing, nodded frantically with honor.

The old man has already lost his head, his forehead with thinning hair looks brighter, and he looks a little funny in cartoons in his excitement.

This is the benefit of a Hukou painter.

It's not for nothing that Masakazu Tanaka is unhappy.

To be honest, if it weren't for the glow of Yangon's locals, a painter like him, who is almost unknown internationally, would not have qualified to be on a par with a first-level artist like Kazunari Sakai, let alone collaborate with Cao Lao.

"At least the juniors and students of the insiders."

Cao Lao finally set his eyes on the young people who looked like students.

Each of the young art dogs stretched their necks, like Chihuahuas waiting for their owners to pick out in a pet adoption center, hoping to make Master Cao Xuan's eyes fall on them more for a while.

Mr. Cao Xuan's gaze only stayed slightly on a few people such as the Sakai sisters and brothers, of course, now there are more Gu Weijing.

"But...... If it comes to mural restoration. ”

The old man's words changed, and his eyes changed from kindness to sternness.

"Everyone here, my assessment is that all of you are not qualified."

Coax......

The expressions on the faces of everyone present froze suddenly.

They were confused, they were stunned, and now they, the artists, are all inexplicably wonderful.

What's going on...... Obviously, when everyone was carrying people in a sedan chair, why did Cao Lao suddenly say that everyone was substandard.

What does it mean to be unqualified?

In the art world, there is only one destination for unqualified works, and that is the trash can.

To say that you are not qualified means to say that you are garbage.

You are an artist old-timer, and it is true that Taishan Beidou in the East Asian painter world is true, but you can't bully people like this, right?

"Let me ask you a question, are you familiar with Chinese painting?"

Old Man Cao scanned the audience with a sharp gaze.

"Cao Lao, the student began to learn gongbi at the age of four. If you talk about experience, flowers, birds, fish, insects, birds and animals, landscapes, towers, and figures of Buddha, I have not painted them. If you talk about the technique, whether it is double hook, flat coating, waterline, baking and dyeing, standing powder, washing, silk hair, freehand...... I've done hard work on everything. If that's not familiar, then I don't know what your familiarity criteria are? “

Someone in the crowd said.

Although no one helped, all the painters around nodded subconsciously.

What this person said was the voice of the vast majority of those present.

If these people are not familiar with Chinese painting, there will be no one in the world who is familiar with Chinese painting.

If Cao Lao wanted to accuse them by not being familiar with Chinese painting, perhaps they were forced to speak up because of Cao Lao's prestige on the surface, and they were still unconvinced in their hearts.

"There is a saying in the ancient poets of Eastern Xia, which is called - painting a water in ten days, and painting a stone in five days. It is used to describe the degree of effort spent on painting a country. ”

Cao Xuan said: "What you said is right, I believe that you have worked hard in Chinese painting, and I also believe that the vast majority of people present have this patience for a painting, whether it is five or ten days." But what if that time is extended to fifteen, twenty, or even fifty years? I would like to ask you if you still have the courage to put pen to paper? ”

Everyone shook their heads.

Just kidding, if a painting is half a life, what will they eat?

Cao Lao pointed to the Buddhist shrines and the paintings on the murals behind him.

"We have a group of people behind us, painters."

"In the feudal dynasty, painters were expensive and painters were cheap. Scholars are expensive, and craftsmen are cheap. This is true of both the East and the West, whether it is painting, sculpture, porcelain, carpentry or even French architecture. Painters only need to lift their pen to draw their works on paper, but painters need to use charcoal strips, gold dust, toxic oil smoke, cinnabar, silver vermilion and sulfur to paint the works on the paper on temples, palaces, pavilions and pavilions. ”

"The remains of painters have been found in various places. An oil lamp, a painting box, and a wall are the portrayals of many of their lives. Many large-scale murals have gone through hundreds of years, the elder brother died, and the secret recipe of the pigment and the manuscript powder were handed over to the younger brother, and the father died, and the son inherited his own craftsmanship and work. ”

"Brothers, fathers and sons, one generation comes, and the next generation leaves."

Cao Lao said softly: "No one knows their names, and many of their techniques, the proportions of the pigment configuration, have long been lost in the passage of time. But it is because of them that we can see these intricate and beautiful murals that have not faded for thousands of years. ”

"In the field of mural restoration, we are not only painters, we are craftsmen. Many of you are used to being praised masters, but you don't have the spirit of craftsmanship, which is why I say that you are unqualified. ”

"I'm a person who likes to say bad things in the front."

Cao Xuan stomped on the ground with his cane and said with a roar.

"Some people want to be okay, and it's better if they want to be motivated. I'm a person who likes to bring up juniors, and I prefer younger generations who work hard and seriously. I'm an old bone, I've taken everything I should have in my life, and I have everything I should have. At this age, I should lie on the loess and let the young people step on my shoulders and climb up. ”

"Some people want to come here to gild and mix up qualifications, to be honest...... You can also. I'm not in your way, just get out of your way. ”

"Remember, this is not an exhibition for you to let yourself go and create as you please. The murals in front of us are the work of countless unknown painters of our predecessors. ”

"Who took a paintbrush here and acted perfunctorily and recklessly. So...... I won't let him go. ”

The old man's voice was unequivocal.

The crowd was silent.