Dragon King Hall

Chapter 252 No Artistic Conception
Standing in the art center, Milan and Sylvia Lin looked at the oil paintings on the wall. These paintings not only reached the peak in terms of painting skills, the use of color and the expression of light and shadow, but also had profound Hierarchical representations.

"Henry Zhang, don't you understand painting? What do you think this painting expresses?" Milan pointed to a painting on the wall. In the painting, a man and a woman were sitting on a swing, and the woman was snuggling in the arms of the man.

Henry Zhang glanced at the painting, and a smile appeared on his face.

As far as the painting Milan referred to, it can be said that he watched Feierge draw it at the time. Although the painting was extremely vivid, Henry Zhang didn’t think it expressed anything when it came to expression, because this painting was At that time, Baichi found a foreign actress and was flirting with her on a swing. As a result, Feierge saw it and drew it, but the faces of the hostess and hostess were blurred a lot.

express what?At that time, it was just a performance of Felger showing his favor to Wade.

Of course, Henry Zhang must not be able to tell Milan the truth about how this painting came out. Let alone whether Milan believes it or not, it is not good for Feierge’s reputation.

In Henry Zhang’s status, there are some unspoken rules, such as some star giants, no matter how humble they are in front of them, they will not say it.

Henry Zhang pondered for a moment, "The meaning expressed in this painting... Well, it is probably the envy and admiration for a kind of life."

Henry Zhang thought for a while, and he could only explain it this way.

As soon as Henry Zhang's voice fell, a voice sounded next to him, "Joke! What this painting shows is obviously a kind of hazy love. It can be seen that the woman in the painting is nestled in the arms of the man. Although the man does not hug He is holding a woman, but his hands holding the swing are strong and powerful, giving people a sense of peace of mind, which shows that the man loves this woman, and while guarding this woman, he is also trying to create a happy life for her. "

Henry Zhang glanced, the person who spoke, I just met before, that is, this morning, before the art center opened, the middle-aged man standing next to Yang Haifeng, at this time, Yang Haifeng was also standing here.

The middle-aged man continued: "The man in the painting is sitting on a wooden swing, which means that his family is not very good. He dare not hug a woman, which means that he has some low self-esteem in his heart and thinks that he has not given his lover a good life. , while the woman showed a kind of perseverance, the swing was already crumbling, and she was still willing to sit with this man and share the burden! This is a kind of enviable love, not the so-called envy and admiration! "

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he looked at Henry Zhang with dissatisfaction, "Paintings are for savoring and viewing carefully, and the meaning expressed in them is not so simple in some people's eyes. I really don't understand, you What qualifications does this kind of person have to participate in Master Feierge's painting exhibition?"

The middle-aged man spoke mercilessly, apparently at the behest of Yang Haifeng.

Regarding this statement, Henry Zhang just smiled, probably even Fei Erge himself did not expect that he would be associated with so many emotions by others in a random painting at the beginning, right?
When he was painting at the beginning, that bastard Bai Chi was indeed holding on to the swing. He just felt that the swing was more fun than the woman in his arms, and the woman in his arms was not something that never left him. At first, he just knew Bai Chi's identity. , to throw herself into her arms, for this kind of woman who throws herself into her arms, Bai Chi has seen too much, so she doesn't take it to heart at all.

Still in love?
Henry Zhang felt speechless when he thought about it, what kind of love does that bastard have?That is clearly a prodigal son, and he has never seen a girl from any family who can keep his heart.

The sharp words of the middle-aged man made Yang Haifeng very satisfied. He nodded and said to Henry Zhang: "Boy, if you're not that kind of person, don't come here to pretend. If you don't know how to paint, don't talk nonsense, OK?"

Henry Zhang smiled, “How do you know I’m talking nonsense?”

"Hehe." Yang Haifeng smiled, "Do you think Master Feierge would envy the man and woman on the swing? This is just a way for him to express his emotions!"

“Whatever.” Henry Zhang shook his head, too lazy to explain to Yang Haifeng.

"I think people like you really don't deserve to stay here. Talking nonsense is simply disgusting." The middle-aged man beside Yang Haifeng said.

"I think you are disgusting if you stay here!" Milan said directly, "We can look at a painting as we want, and understand it as we want. What do you care?"

"You are insulting art!" The middle-aged man spoke loudly and reprimanded.

A smile curled up at the corner of Henry Zhang’s mouth, “Pretentious gestures are insulting art, right? In this painting, there are obviously not so many meanings expressed, so you can talk nonsense yourself?”

"Joke! Painting is based on experience. How can someone like you understand this kind of experience?" The middle-aged man sneered.

At this moment, there was a commotion in the crowd.

Every time Master Feierge holds a painting exhibition, Feierge himself will show up to explain his understanding of painting to everyone.

The appearance of Master Feierge caused many people to watch.

This is a middle-aged man who is nearly 50 years old. He has a big beard and a long pistol in the back of his head. Let alone a man in his 50s, even if he is placed among young people, the image of Fei Erge can also be seen. It's trendy.

Many people, like Master Feierge, asked about the artistic conception of each painting.

"Master Feierge, can you tell me what the artistic conception of this painting is?" The middle-aged man standing beside Yang Haifeng approached him and asked cautiously.

The painting that the middle-aged man was talking about was the one he had just argued with Henry Zhang.

"This painting?" Ferger looked over, but he didn't notice Henry Zhang at once, "To be honest, this painting really doesn't have any artistic conception."

"No mood?" The rest of the people couldn't believe what Feierge said.

As for his own painting, Ferge still remembers the circumstances under which he drew it.

The more successful a person is, the more he can see his own insignificance. Ferge still remembers the envy and longing in his heart when he saw those people. His achievements were worthless in front of those people.

Seeing this painting, Ferge remembered the group of people at that time, and sighed, "If I have to talk about the artistic conception, I can only say that I admire and admire this kind of life..."

What Ferger said was exactly the same as what Henry Zhang said just now!
Such an explanation left Yang Haifeng and the middle-aged man beside him in a daze.

(End of this chapter)