The Secret to Picking Up Girls

"You understand how to appreciate art?" Liu Zhong looked at Zhang Yuze with some disdain, already assuming that Zhang Yuze was trying to win his favor by pandering to his interests. Thinking of this, his impression of Zhang Yuze worsened.

Liu Mengting, standing beside them, was also a little anxious because she knew that her father hated people who didn't understand art casually commenting on his work, as it would only make him think even worse of them. However, even so, Liu Mengting couldn't immediately say anything and could only worry on the sidelines.

"Appreciation is too strong a word, because Uncle Liu's painting hasn't reached the level that I would consider worthy of appreciation," Zhang Yuze said, looking at the landscape painting before him, shaking his head with regret and a look of pity.

Zhang Yuze's words were truly shocking! At the same time, his words caused expressions of shock to appear on the faces of Liu Mengting and Liu Zhong. Especially Liu Zhong, who was so angry that his face turned ashen. As a member of the FJ Province Painting Association, he was a very famous figure in the local area. Even the president of the Provincial Art Association praised his paintings, let alone other people. Now, being so blatantly despised by Zhang Yuze made him so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

"You… you…" Liu Zhong pointed at Zhang Yuze, so angry that he couldn't speak.

Zhang Yuze ignored Liu Mengting's resentful gaze and shook his head, saying to himself, "Landscape painting took shape during the Wei, Jin, and Southern and Northern Dynasties, became popular during the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and matured in the Northern Song Dynasty. It is a profound accumulation of the Chinese people's emotions, forming a cultivation consciousness that regards mountains as virtue and water as affection. Do you even know what the central axis of the painting is? It is the visual illusion of咫尺天涯 (zhǐ chǐ tiān yá, the horizon is within reach) in the painting."

As he spoke, Zhang Yuze shook his head again, appearing very regretful, as if he had seen something unbearable.

Liu Zhong was a little surprised at first, but gradually his expression became serious. Because Zhang Yuze wasn't just talking nonsense, but his words had substance, allowing him to taste something different from Zhang Yuze's words, but he hadn't grasped the key thing yet, which made him feel a little itchy.

Seeing Zhang Yuze suddenly stop talking and just shake his head, Liu Zhong became anxious and quickly said, "Keep talking! Don't stop!"

After Tang Bohu's ability was attached to him, no matter how Zhang Yuze looked at the painting in front of him, the more unpleasant it became, as if it were a very inferior work. And Tang Bohu, whose pseudonym was Lu'an Layman, was a very uninhibited person who would definitely say whatever he thought without holding anything back. Although Zhang Yuze had only temporarily obtained his ability, he was somewhat influenced by it.

"Although your painting is very distinct in style, charm, and color, and the painting style is also very grand, I feel like what I see is not a mountain, but a few lonely stones. How can this painting be considered successful? A painting must not only depict the original artistic conception, but the most important thing is to highlight the spirit embodied in the painting. If a painting loses its soul, it can only be regarded as a picture at most, and not a painting." As he spoke, Zhang Yuze, ignoring the shock of the Liu family, suddenly grabbed a paintbrush from the table next to him, dipped it in ink, and skillfully added a few strokes to the painting. Suddenly, a verdant sapling appeared vividly on the paper.