God take me to the sky

Chapter 52: Izumo and Moonlight (1)

In the art exhibition hall of University A, Lan Qiaoyi and Situ Yan just finished visiting the photography gallery and came to the art gallery again.

"Lan Qiaoyi and Situ Yan, look quickly, they are also coming to the exhibition."

"Wow, the two of them are really handsome..."

"Lan Qiaoyi is more handsome, but Situ Yan looks more friendly, Lan Qiaoyi is so cold..."

Where the school grass passes by, there will always be a few girls who come here admiringly follow behind them, following along, bowing their heads and whispering from time to time, taking the opportunity to approach.

In the museum, Situ Yan followed behind Lan Qiaoyi, scanning the surrounding works aimlessly: "After visiting a few museums, why do I feel that the works in the school's art exhibition are becoming more and more ordinary? Could it be that the art department and the photography department are more and more ordinary? The level of these students has dropped?"

Lan Qiaoyi walked slowly with his long legs, stopping from time to time to look at the paintings on the wall, but each time he looked at them for a few seconds, and then quickly moved on.

"Congratulations, this only shows that your aesthetic level has improved." Lan Qiaoyi said lightly.

Situ Yan pursed his lips, and his tone was a little self-deprecating: "I heard it right, it's rare that a talented man like Lan would compliment me, I thought you wouldn't be able to eat if you didn't hurt me a few words a day."

The two of them went around the gallery for a few more times, and they only glanced at the works on the wall, and soon they walked around the gallery again, just when Situ Yan thought it would be the same as the previous ones , went around quickly and went out, just wanted to ask Lan Qiaoyi to go out together, but turned around and found that he was standing quietly in front of a work, with his hands folded in front of his chest, his eyes were fixed on the painting in front of him, his face A serious expression.

Situ Yan was a little curious about what kind of painting attracted him, so he walked up to the painting he was standing on, and began to savor it carefully.

This is an ink painting. In the picture, the sky is full of the moon. A young man in white with long hair is standing on the edge of the cliff leaning on a sword with one hand. The moonlight elongates the somewhat lonely shadow of the young man infinitely with the breeze.

"Well, not bad, the painting style is mature, the white space is just right, and the artistic conception is also beautiful." Situ Yan couldn't help but comment.

Lan Qiaoyi ignored him, and continued to stare at the work in front of him for a long time. After visiting several museums, most of the exhibited works were sketches, watercolors, and oil paintings. This is the first small freehand ink painting I saw today. Those who have no basic skills dare not take out their own freehand brushwork to participate in the exhibition.

The artistic conception in the picture is very similar to some of his scenes in the game, so there is a sense of familiarity, and I can't help but look at it for a while. I didn't expect that the Department of Fine Arts would have such a great work on display. He I couldn't help being a little curious, my eyes moved down, and my eyes fell on the title and introduction of the work below the work.

The name of this work is "Under the Clouds and the Moon", the author is Cheng Xinnuo, a third-year fine arts major, and the introduction of the work is only four short words: See you soon.

Lan Qiaoyi was amazed, the title of the work actually expresses the artistic conception in the painting very cleverly, but the introduction only has the words "be there or be square", does it imply that the person in the painting is waiting for someone?
Looking at this work at this time, he felt thoughtful, as if he was there, as if he had seen this work before, and there was an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

Lan Qiaoyi stared at the work in front of him, looked at it carefully for a while, and then slowly asked Situ Yan: "Situ, are the works on display here for sale?"

(End of this chapter)