Stop! You're Just An Ex-husband

"Headmaster Wang is a good man, but he is not willing to offend anyone! As long as you don't touch the bottom line of President Wang. Generally, it's OK to make a little fuss! "

Yu Su Bai stops to drink water and talks about these things in school to hang Yun Ruo. Although he didn't want to say right or wrong, he felt kind when he saw hang YunRuo. I couldn't help saying a lot of gossip.

"Work may not be tiring, you just need to focus on the quality of your lectures. Just share what you know, but the complex thing is to balance the relationship and emotions at work. "

Yu Su Bai's face suddenly became serious. He seriously finished this sentence and then quietly looked at hang YunRuo. He nodded thoughtfully.

"Photography and painting have a lot in common, such as composition, dark contrast. Biro said the choice of color. Hang YunRuo was also interested in photography, so he turned to photography.

"Well. It's true, and the same is true for the perspective of observing a thing. For example, the salad in front of you is constantly changing. The shape of each piece of fruit also changes. "Yu Su Bai talks about her major, and the joking expression disappears completely, and becomes more professional and rigorous.

"When you look at it from the front or from the side. The shape of these fruits will change again, but they are always the same. You just have to grasp the thing itself

Hang YunRuo nodded. I agree with Yu Su Bai. Photography and painting are the abstract things that can be seen into pictures that can be seen directly by vision. Every change of light and shadow will bring different feelings to the viewer.

"In fact, I like painting very much at the beginning. But there is no talent. But later, I fell in love with photography. Until now, I found something beautiful and couldn't help taking pictures with my camera. "

Yu Su Bai has a serious smile on his face. He enjoys the moment when he takes a picture. Maybe nothing will not change, but the moment he presses the shutter, they will become eternal.

"In fact, I can't master the color all the time. Every time I draw a bright or dark color, I can't adjust the color well. Sometimes the color makes me satisfied, but I always feel a little less flavor."

Hang YunRuo's control of color is always short of heat. Fang Yongchen also taught him that although he has made some progress, he is still not satisfied.

"In the choice of color, you don't have to make it consistent with the color of the object. Painting is a creative art, allowing jumping and imagination. So what you need to pay attention to is the color saturation and the color contrast. "

When Mu Jingyang comes back from the bathroom, he hears two people discussing painting. He shakes his head helplessly. Hang YunRuo himself is very persistent and critical of painting. Unexpectedly, Yu SuBai is such a person.

After listening for a long time, Mu Jingyang had a headache. Although he learned a lot about appreciation from primary school, he couldn't get involved in this kind of professional discussion.

Mu Jingyang looks at hang YunRuo and Yu SuBai talking back and forth. Occasionally, Yu SuBai's words will make hang YunRuo think seriously for a few seconds, and then feed back the questions to Yu SuBai.

Two people are doing an art exchange. He is a layman who can't understand. Mu Jingyang secretly scolds himself for being stupid. His daughter-in-law is a painter. How can he not know more about this.

"Jingyang, when did you come back?" Hang YunRuo has a good time chatting with Yu SuBai. He admires Yu SuBai's major, but he doesn't notice that Mu Jingyang has been around him.

"I've been back for a while. It's hard for me to interrupt when you're talking so happily!" Mu Jingyang controls the sour feeling in his heart and smiles at hang YunRuo.

But when his eyes fell on the opposite Yu Su Bai's face, Yu Su Bai trembled all over. There seemed to be a knife in his eyes, a knife that cuts iron like mud.

"Well, Mr. Yu is also very good at painting. I learned a lot from him just now." Hang YunRuo is eager for some fresh knowledge. His eyes are bright, his mouth is crooked, and his smile is melting.

"Let's not shout at Mr. hang. You can call me Su Bai or Xiao Su!" Yu Su Bai looks at hang Yun Ruo and says, hang Yun Ruo nods and shouts a suit of Su Bai happily.

"Painting and photography still have a lot to learn from each other. Anyway, we have a long way to go. We have a lot of time to learn from each other in the future. Maybe soon, you will open another painting exhibition, and I will open my first photography exhibition faster!"

Yu Su Bai is also very happy. He himself likes hang YunRuo's paintings very much. Today's communication is a deeper understanding of hang YunRuo's professionalism and seriousness. It seems that he has found a confidant in the vast crowd and has a brilliant smile.

"But your husband may not be very interested in these things. Even if you have seen more pictures and paintings, it's still different if you haven't started them yourself."

Yu Su Bai looks at Mu Jingyang with a gloomy face, picks his eyebrows, and returns what Mu Jingyang said just now to Mu Jingyang intact.

"I really don't know much about art..." Mu Jingyang frowned. There was no expression on his face, but after a few seconds, he showed a bright smile.

"My wife will understand!" Mu Jingyang once pulled hang YunRuo's little hand and helped him gently massage his joints. "I just need to understand my wife, don't I?"

Yu Su Bai looked at Mu Jingyang's provocative eyes, a burst of laughter in his heart, but he could understand. When a person cares about another person very much, even if he looks at it, he thinks it's robbing.

"By the way, YunRuo, have you seen the painting of an Internet painter named AI Tian before? He is a famous painter abroad. His painting style is a bit Gothic, but I have to say that his painting technique is very sophisticated, which can be described as perfect! "

Yu Su Bai didn't pay attention to Mu Jingyang's provocation, but turned the topic to painting. He knew that Mu Jingyang didn't know much about it, and he certainly couldn't get in on this topic.

This kind of counter attack made Mu Jingyang a little angry. It was like a heavy blow on the light cotton, which made people feel helpless.

"My God, you know AI Tian!? I've seen all his paintings, and the style is very special. The most famous ones are those anti war paintings, which point directly at the heart of the people. The people who look at them are sad, but at the same time, they make people feel that peace is beautiful.... "

When it comes to the painters I like, the topic of two people is endless. From thousands of painters in South China to painters at home and abroad, there are no two people who can't talk with each other.

"It's really Fengshui turns in turn..." murmured Mu Jingyang in a low voice. Just now, he and Yu SuBai, who was tortured by hang YunRuo, wanted to die. Now he was defeated by two people with "no words to insert".