Beauty's Devil Guard

Among the red walls and green tile buildings, every young, frivolous and talented young man is a delicate painting.

Although, these people look down on people. But, after all, they are outstanding painters among the young generation. Every painting is vivid and lifelike. With the boundless spring breeze outside, it can be said that we try our best to depict the charm of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

The chief judge, the famous painter Zhu Sicheng, has reached the age of knowing the destiny. He has a long beard and a little white hair. Quietly walking in this small building, watching these young people's paintings from time to time. Sometimes, shake your head; sometimes, nod your head.

Every time I pass by those young painters who paint with pen, they will feel a sense of inexplicable tension.

Unconsciously, these young painters are beginning to close. Three, three, five and five began to get together and whisper, showing each other the painting he had just finished.

Zhang Yuanyuan was totally immersed in her painting, with a layer of sweat on her forehead. She began to slowly close the pen, make the final finishing touch, embellish the charm of this painting.

And that open this will be the same mouth with a confident smile, high spirited. It's a very delicate picture of spring, unfolding slowly on the scroll in front of you.

At the end of the painting, Zhang Kai was also proud and arrogant. He gave his painting a line of small characters "flying kite on the river". And, also mentioned a little poem at the end: swallows do not return late in spring, a ting rain apricot cold.

Finish all this, open is very proud of nodded, toe high gas high. It seems that he has made up his mind, and he will certainly get the praise of Zhu Sicheng, the chief judge of this exchange meeting. In this way, it will become prosperous. In this painting world, from then on, we have made great progress.

After the meeting, the best three pictures will be selected. Then, it will be displayed in the exhibition hall of the red wall and green tile building for the thousands of painters and tourists outside.

This moment of opening, seems to have opened to their own painting has been placed in the middle of the exhibition hall. Everyone was surprised and cheered. The reporter's flash hit him, he set thousands of favorite in one.

Just at the same time, it's a time of complacency. The famous painter Zhu Sicheng walked slowly to the painting and looked at the picture of flying kite for a while. He shook his head for a while, then nodded slightly with satisfaction.

However, it will lead to a huge expansion of self-confidence. He was very satisfied with his painting. Instead of paying attention to Zhu Sicheng behind him, he provocatively looked at Xiao Yi and said, "since you know something about painting. Well, you can show me, how about my painting? "

This is a question of yin and Yang strange tone, cadence. The tone of the words is self-evident.

Xiao Yi saw that the toe was high and high spirited. Just a smile, and then eyes fixed on the open picture.

For a moment, Xiao Yi seemed to be intoxicated with that painting. Tardy did not look away, deep staring at that painting.

"How's it going? Are you obsessed with it? " Open to see Xiao Yi as if into God, is more proud up.

However, Xiao Yi will laugh jokingly. Then he spoke slowly and said, "that's all I can say. It's terrible."

"Terrible?" Leng opened a little praise, ready to accept. Then, he opened his mouth and said, "then tell me what's bad. Hum, don't say sour grapes when you can't eat them. "

"In recent years, you have been influenced by foreign abstract painting schools. With intuition and imagination as the starting point of creation, only shape and color are integrated and organized on the screen. Clear layers and clear colors. It seems that there is a tendency to attract people's reverie by giving people a light and heavy atmosphere. " Under the influence of the unscrupulous master, Xiao Yi's eyes were very fierce. He would speak slowly and say, "surely, this is where you are proud and proud."

Hearing Xiao Yi's praise for himself, the corners of his mouth split slightly, and a proud smile emerged. In recent years, he studied in England, and he really studied the western painting school deeply. This time, he wants to return home to lead the Chinese people to learn the Western abstract painting style and lead a trend. Therefore, his basic skills are solid.

Listening to Xiao Yi's slow comment, Zhu Sicheng nodded slightly. Zhang Yuanyuan, who has already written, is also curious.

"But that's all." Xiao Yi slowly raised a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth and said, "you pay too much attention to the things on the frame and skills. On the contrary, you ignore that good works are mainly to arouse people's inner resonance. In other words, your painting is just a facade. The river, you in order to highlight the color of clear, ink too much. From your painting, the river seems to be stagnant. The flying kite's lines are too stiff. It seems that the kite is moving without wind. It doesn't have that kind of light swing posture at all

Xiao Yi's words are quite sharp. Open this complacent painting, all of a sudden comment on nothing. It's a matter of fact that Zhang Kai has no refutation.On one side, Zhu Sicheng stroked his long beard and nodded slightly. Xiao Yi is so young when he looks at the critic. I can't help shaking my whole body and brightening my eyes.

"Well, it's a bunch of nonsense." Zhang Kai is obviously not satisfied with Xiao Yi's comments, and he hums coldly.

However, Xiao Yi didn't seem to see the open mood change. He just gave a scornful smile, then said, "the worst thing is that line you drew. I don't know if your primary school Chinese is taught by a PE teacher. Can you call it a word? Crooked, it looks like a big earthworm crawling on it. Your line, no matter from which aspect, can only be described in one sentence, that is, extremely ugly. "

For Xiao Yi's evaluation of his character, although it was not convinced. But after all, he was unwilling to give a cold hum and could not refute. Over the years, it's time to study abroad. For many years have not been in touch with Chinese characters, those words really write sorry.

"Originally, that painting was not so good. I could barely have a look at it." The sneer of Xiao Yi's mouth became more intense: "but, with your words, it's terrible, terrible, terrible. Straight white, this painting you drew is a bit rough for me to throw toilet toilet as toilet paper. "

For this open painting, Xiao Yi can be described as denouncing and belittling, mercilessly. From calligraphy to painting, it was a blow. Let just the expansion of self-confidence up open, all of a sudden like winter frost hit eggplant like, face large iron blue color.

"It's a bunch of nonsense." After a while, open is finally open, angry voice and ah way.

However, after Xiao Yi's comments. Stand on one side and don't speak any more. His face was cold, and the sneer in the corner of his mouth became more intense.

Zhu Sicheng, a famous painter on one side, looks at Xiao Yi from time to time. Because Zhu Sicheng began to have some interest in this young man.

For this painting, it looks really rich in ink and color, which is quite gorgeous. However, vaguely, I feel that something is wrong. But Zhu Sicheng couldn't tell for a moment. At this meeting, after hearing Xiao Yi's comments, it suddenly brightened up. It's true. Zhu Sicheng praised Xiao Yi's sharp eyes.

"Xiao Yi, how about my painting?" She said, as if to open her mouth to Zhang Yi.

"Don't look at your picture." Xiao Yi glanced and said faintly: "I feel a little too dry for the whole painting. There is too little water. There is no water vapor charm in Jiangnan. If you add more water, the artistic conception and charm of the painting will be abruptly upgraded to several grades. "

Listening to Xiao Yi's comments, Zhang Yuanyuan was stunned. She still can't figure out what Xiao Yi's so-called water use is too little and the whole painting is too dry.

However, the famous painter Zhu Sicheng nodded heavily.

When these young painters were all finished, Xiao Yi's comments on Zhang Yuanyuan and Zhang Kaifa's paintings were just a small episode. Immediately these young painters all handed over their proud paintings to the judges, quietly waiting for the results.

Zhang Yuanyuan's face was uneasy. When she finally saw the result, she was still a little nervous. On the contrary, it was the opening that slowly calmed down. The whole person is radiant and confident again.

Inadvertently glancing at the paintings of other young painters in the small building, I opened my heart and had a number. My painting can definitely be called outstanding and excellent.

"Yuanyuan, don't listen to his nonsense. If he is really good, why don't he come to this exchange meeting of young painters' painting skills. In this world, there are always many people who can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour. In my opinion, today we can definitely enter the top three. You don't have to worry too much. Your forehead is sweating. "

Open this will begin to comfort Zhang Yuanyuan, gentle words, like a competent boyfriend.

Only when the open eyes moved away from Zhang Yuanyuan's forehead. Inadvertently, secretly took a look at Zhang Yuanyuan's plump Shuangfeng, a greedy color passed in her eyes.

This open is not really want to renew the old love with Zhang Yuanyuan, mainly because he began to love Zhang Yuanyuan's plump body.