Entertainment: Let you learn talents, and you learn a craft?

Chapter 57: The president comes to ask for a painting, are you embarrassed to refuse?

"Grandpa, take a look first."

"Just take a look!"

Wu Chao refused to give up and sent the phone to his grandfather.

"Xiaochao, you really need to change your temper and improve your horizons."

Wu Zhenguo shook his head in disappointment, but still picked up the phone and took a casual look.

I was about to open my mouth to criticize.

But he froze in place.

He originally thought that even if these little fresh meats studied, they could only learn the shape, but he couldn't learn it unexpectedly.

Even though the things painted are real, they have no meaning.

There is a crash course in this type of Chinese painting, which is no different from what is drawn by a machine.

Totally worthless, and even has a tendency to be a mess.

But this painting in front of me.

But it was far different from what he imagined!

The lines in the painting are smooth and natural, and the color combinations are elegant.

The composition of the whole painting is quite ingenious. Not only does Shan Cao appear as a charming character, but he is also lifelike.

This is a perfect fusion of nature and humanity, with profound artistic conception.

It is certain.

This painter definitely has superb artistic attainments.

Only in this way can the essence of traditional painting be displayed vividly!
Wu Zhenguo even felt that.

This painting is almost as good as the one I have.

Do not!
"Did you just say that the person who painted this painting was a little kid?"

Wu Zhenguo reacted suddenly.

I remembered what my grandson said just now.

"There's no way this was painted by him."

"Perhaps it was written by someone else."

"But in this Chinese painting circle, I never thought that such delicate brushwork existed."

Wu Zhenguo retorted subconsciously.

This is not because he is discriminating against young people.

But Chinese painting itself requires cultural heritage, and even an understanding of art and life.

And these things just need time to settle and accumulate.

Xiao Xianrou's age is definitely not enough to have such attainments.

"Grandpa, this is really the work of a young man."

"He started a live broadcast, and I watched him finish the painting with my own eyes. There was no possibility of fraud."

Wu Chao quickly explained.

Seeing Grandpa's expression.

He was a little more curious about this painting.

"Did Grandpa say that the skill of this painting is already so advanced?"

Although it can be seen that this painting is flowing.

Naturally.

But after all, his skill is still shallow and he can't see anything else.

"If it is really the work of the little fresh meat in your mouth, then it can only be said that this little fresh meat has a bright future."

"In no time, your strength will surpass mine."

Wu Zhenguo's smile was a little bitter.

He is president of the National Painting Society.

He has been known as a talented person since he was a child.

But it still took him more than 30 years.

At the age of 40.

He felt that he had truly entered this door.

Now this little fresh meat may be in his 20s.

To be able to draw such a painting.

"Since ancient times, heroes have produced teenagers."

"I'm still old."

Wu Zhenguo sighed while looking at the paintings on his mobile phone.

This frightened Wu Chao.

"No, grandpa, are you really that powerful?"

Wu Chao's eyes widened.

He knew that this little fresh meat must have strength, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful.

It was so powerful that even his grandfather, who was standing at the top, sighed like this.

Can't help but think of myself.

After working hard for so long, he is still just an ordinary member of the Painting Society.

Knew it.

Effort is worthless in the face of talent.

he feels.

There seems to be a chasm between himself and Lin Tian that cannot be crossed.

"Well, Xiao Chao, go help me contact this little fresh meat."

“Be sure to tell him that I am willing to buy this painting, and at the same time sincerely invite him to join the National Painting Society.”…

in the live room.

The cameraman is still taking a close-up of the painting.

The audience were also shocked when they saw this painting.

[Oh my god, you are really good at it. How on earth can you draw such a beautiful painting?It's too strong. 】

[I'm just curious, what is there that you can't do? Are you so damn toxic? 】

[I cried to death about this painting. It’s a beautiful painting of our egret. I want to buy it! 】

At this moment.

Lin Tian brought the painted painting to the egret.

"Are you satisfied with it?"

This painting was originally painted for Egret, so naturally it still depends on Egret's judgment.

"This……"

"Is this what you drew just now?"

"Damn it, Lin Tian has to be you!"

Egret was still a little worried.

She was afraid that Lin Tian would paint herself too ugly.

After all, she is also a female star, so she still has to care about her image.

After taking over the painting.

The last worry in Bailu's heart was swept away.

This guy's paintings are more than just beautiful?

Egret feels that everything in this painting is the same as reality.

But I don’t know why, but it always feels a little more charming than reality.

Is this the skill of a painter?
The egret excitedly held the painting in his arms.

The iconic big laugh on his face.

Not to mention how satisfying it is.

"Be careful, the ink is not completely dry yet."

Lin Tian quickly reminded him.

really.

The egret looked down.

There were little ink stains on her skirt.

"Huh, luckily the painting is fine!!"

She gasped and her heart almost stopped.

I quickly checked the painting again and again to make sure there was nothing wrong.

Only then did he take a long breath.

But this time I don’t dare to be as casual as before.

She carefully placed the painting on the table.

With bright eyes, he admired the paintings.

[Hello Lin Tian, ​​my grandfather is the president of the National Painting Society. I like your painting very much and hope to get in touch with you. 】

[Grandpa really likes this painting. If you can, please give it up. The price is not an issue! 】

[Please see the reply. 】

Several strange barrages floated across the screen.

[Laughing, you have to pretend to be good at this. 】

[Your grandpa is the president of the Painting Society, but my grandpa is also the boss of the Literary Society. I almost believed it! 】

[Oh my god, brothers, I just clicked on his profile picture. This guy is really certified. He really knows how to draw. This seems to be true! 】

[Isn’t it?Lin Tian actually alerted the president of the National Painting Society because of a painting? ? ? 】

Now, the barrage is boiling again!
Several cameramen also saw these barrages in the live broadcast room and couldn't help but swallowed.

"Brother Tian, ​​there is something urgent that I don't know whether to talk about or not."

The cameraman quickly spoke.

"Nonsense, put it away quickly!"

Lin Tian became brothers with them, so naturally he wouldn't pay much attention to them when chatting.

"In the barrage just now, it seems that the president of the National Painting Society is looking for you."

"I said I wanted to buy your painting."

"And the price is negotiable..."

Having said this, the cameraman still felt very excited.

Damn it, what happened to this guy?

Just one painting can shock such a person!
"what?"

"Are you talking about the painting in my hand?"

The egret looked at the painting carefully.

Looking enthusiastically.

I heard this from Lin Tian’s cameraman.

People are stupid.

She raised her hand with difficulty and pointed at the painting on the table.

Look at the camera guy.

(End of this chapter)