After the divorce, I was haunted by the sickly fifth master

"No matter how stunning a work is, if it's not yours, it's stolen! It's cheating! Tell me, whose work is this?!"

"No, this is my work!" Ye Xinyao said anxiously.

Just now, everyone was looking at the painting and her with admiration! This kind of appreciation, this kind of praise, is hers and belongs to her!

This is obviously her work!

How could this not be her work!

The artist looked at her mockingly, and then said: "The woman in this painting is not planting melons, but stealing melons. Can't you tell?"

Ye Xinyao paused.

What? Steal melon? !

"She and the child looked sallow and thin, and they had obviously been hungry for a long time. She had evasive eyes and sneaky movements, obviously wary of someone. She picked a small-looking melon because there were no melons in the melon field. Grow up. Now I am picking melons because I am hungry and want to fill myself and my children’s stomachs.” The artist looked at her contemptuously, “Can’t you see this?”

"There should be another child in her belly." Song Yan continued. Others couldn't see it, but Song Yan, who had wanted to be a mother for ten years, could tell it at a glance.

A woman not only wants to protect a child, she wants to protect the one on her back and in her belly. For this reason, women who are struggling to survive even steal.

What was the reason for her to become pregnant with a child, and what was the reason for her to be in this state?

Therefore, Song Yancai really wanted to know the story behind this painting.

However, unexpectedly, Ye Xinyao didn't know anything about it.

The artist was stunned for a moment and looked at the painting, thoughtfully. "She is protecting her belly with her left hand, and her face looks a little haggard. It turns out that's why. Mrs. Liang has a keen eye."

The topic is back. The artist looked at Ye Xinyao and asked, "Why can't you understand your own paintings?"

Ye Xinyao's whole body froze. She clenched her palms slightly and said, "I'm talking about my painting. A poor woman took her child to the ground. Isn't it?"

"You can only tell a part of the appearance?" the artist pressed.

Ye Xinyao: "This was originally painted by me. This is the story I want to express!"

The artist was furious.

The more original the industry, the more disgusted it is with plagiarism. The masters from the Art Association looked at Ye Xinyao with contemptuous looks.

Song Yan calmly said to the artist: "Xiao Chen, don't worry. Fake things can't be true, and real things can't be faked."

The artist just sat down in his seat.

Song Yan said: "Classmate Ye, you said this painting was painted by yourself. Why don't you try painting it on the spot?"

Ye Xinyao's eyes widened.

A few days ago, Tan Zhe said that he would teach her all his painting techniques. After learning for half an hour, she felt too tired and refused to learn.

Since there are ready-made paintings, why should she bother to learn them?

Unexpectedly, they actually asked her to do the painting on the spot?

"I...can't..." Ye Xinyao pursed her lips and said.

The artist suddenly stood up. "Sure enough, you..."

"My right hand is injured!" Ye Xinyao rolled up her sleeves and raised her right hand high. "I sprained it this morning while doing housework at home. Because I was going to participate in the competition, I didn't have time to go to the hospital. So I can't draw now. .”

Li Yiliu was not a good mother. When Ye Guangda was not at home, he liked to leave all the heavy work at home to her.

Ye Xinyao had no choice but to do it. When I was cleaning up in the kitchen this morning, I accidentally twisted my hand.

I thought this was quite unfortunate, but I didn't expect to save her at such a critical time.

With so many people looking at her and so many cameras pointing at her, if she was revealed to have plagiarized now, her life would be completely ruined!

Song Yan didn't expect this to happen, so she frowned slightly.

Another artist in the audience said thoughtfully: "Why does this painting look familiar to me?"

Many people looked at him.

The artist thought for a long time, and then said: "Oh, yes, I remembered it, I have indeed seen it."

Ye Xinyao felt bad. She was sweating slightly and trembling slightly.

Don't say, don't say, don't say!

The artist said: "I saw this painting in the art association's studio. At that time, the landscape was drafted, and the characters' expressions were not yet revealed. I felt very amazing, so I took a look at it twice. Yes, that's right, I have seen it. "

As he said this, the artist seemed to suddenly wake up. "I remembered, it's Tan Zhe, Tan Zhe's painting!"

"Tan Zhe?"

Many people are looking at this work again, even ancient people are taking a serious look at it.

"This strike, this style, is indeed Tan Zhe's style."

Ye Xinyao shook her head. "No, no. This is indeed my painting."

The artist asked: "Then how do you explain that this painting style is so similar to Tan Zhe's painting style?"

Ye Xinyao said nervously: "That's because... that's because..."

"Because of what?!"

Ye Xinyao said loudly: "That's because Tan Zhe is my oil painting teacher. I learned from him!"

"I studied painting with Teacher Tan during the winter vacation. My painting style is similar to Teacher Tan's because I imitated his style." Ye Xinyao followed the circle.

No one in the audience believed her. But she got over it, and now there is no more irrefutable evidence proving that Ye Xinyao's painting was plagiarized.

There was no other way, so the questioning was temporarily stopped, and the host began to host the oil painting charity sale.

Nanhuang played with his mobile phone in the corner.

With her slender fingers, she quickly entered the code on her phone. After a while, a faint smile appeared on her face. "Done!"

"Nine hundred thousand!! Does anyone want to add more? This "Mother in the Melon Field" is indeed excellent, and it actually sold for a high price of nine hundred thousand!"

In fact, if Ye Xinyao's theft hadn't happened just now, these people in the front row would have taken action, and the price would have been even more extraordinary.

It's a pity that because of Ye Xinyao, these people have lost their desire to compete.

But the painting itself is indeed a good painting.

"She was still allowed to continue participating in the competition." Song Yan was dissatisfied, "Obviously she didn't draw it."

Song Chu smiled and said: "Sister, what is fake cannot be true, and what is true cannot be false. The truth will surface sooner or later."

But Song Chu didn't expect that the truth would emerge so quickly!

"One million two hundred thousand! Is there any more one million two hundred thousand to add?! One million two hundred thousand once, one million two hundred thousand twice, one million two hundred thousand three times, it's..."

"etc!"

The sound came from nowhere at the scene.

The host hesitated for a moment. When everyone looked around to find the person who spoke, suddenly, the big screen lit up.

What was displayed on the big screen was the surveillance video from the Art Association's studio.

In this surveillance video, Tan Zhe, a member of the Art Association, is painting in the studio.

And obviously, what he painted was exactly the "Mother in the Melon Field" shown on the stage!