There’s A Bug In Me

"What's all the fuss about?" Old Xu frowned.

However, he also knows that young people usually do things very reliably, and will not call him over for no reason. Old Xu stood up, walked around the side of the table, and came behind the young man.

The young man was looking at the flat oil painting attentively, and Xu Lao followed the young man's gaze and stared at it.

This oil painting is just a simple city sunset scene, but it seems to have magical powers, and Xu Lao's gaze fell and he could no longer look away.

After a while, Xu Laocai finally broke free. He took a deep breath and looked at the oil painting in front of him, his eyes uncertain.

Old Xu said to the young man: "Who sent this, find out!"

The young man was awakened by Xu Lao's voice again, and he hurriedly searched for the message of this oil painting.

But after turning over it for a while, the young man said to Xu Lao with a sad face: "Xu Lao, this is an anonymous oil painting. The painter just sent the painting and there is no other information!"

"Anonymous! Who said you could submit an article anonymously!" Old Xu couldn't help furious.

However, he is just talking about it. Anonymous submission is just a gimmick. In fact, whether or not to submit an article anonymously makes no difference to the Fine Arts Association. Those who choose to submit anonymously are newcomers who have no confidence in themselves.

There is really no identity and status, and none of the submissions can enter the exhibition competition.

The reason is simple, anonymous submission, if it is well received, it is easy to say, but if the evaluation is not high, anonymous submission will lose its meaning.

It is impossible to stand up and slap the association in the face. Let alone whether the association will deliberately retaliate in the future, as long as the association stands up and says that the evaluation of anonymous paintings is fair enough, the value of anonymous submissions will naturally fall. It becomes a black spot that cannot be washed. If you are not careful, you may capsize in the gutter and never get up again.

Therefore, anonymous submission is not reliable at first, but for the purpose of publicity, the association never expected to make corrections, and did not worry about any problems.

Until today, seeing this anonymously cast oil painting, Xu Lao wanted to curse.

"The courier company should keep the mailer's information, I think you can check it from the courier company."

The young man suggested.

"Old Xu, do you think this is a domestic master who is joking to us? This painting is definitely not something ordinary people can draw! It's amazing, I just glanced at it and I was attracted by this painting. It seemed that I had entered the painting. Inside, I became a pedestrian in the painting. The dim sunlight fell on me, walking alone on the city road lined with tall buildings, I couldn't help feeling lonely."

Then the young man couldn't help but said, seeing this painting, he had to find someone to talk to.

"I don't know, I have no impression of this person's style at all." Old Xu shook his head.

More than impressed, Xu Lao even felt that none of the oil painting masters he knew could paint an ordinary sunset scene so magically, the whole painting seemed to come alive. The painting is in front of me, as if there is a sunset shining on me.

"Really... Hey, Mr. Xu, this painting seems to be talented and not much time. It was really only completed yesterday?" The young man looked at the "city dusk" and said in surprise.

"Let me take a look." Xu Lao was also taken aback. Such a painting shouldn't be drawn casually, and it should be finished before the deadline. It seems a bit too coincidental.

Old Xu lowered his head and squinted his eyes to look at the paint. After a while, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand in surprise to gently touch the paint, and then he got up in shock.

"Old Xu, what's the matter?" The young man couldn't help asking when seeing Old Xu's face.

"This oil painting was indeed completed yesterday! Not only that, this painting was completed in just one day, no, it was completed in just one to two hours. The painter used a powerful hair dryer to dry the paint, and then Express the painting to us!"

Xu Lao said in shock.

Such a painting, even if it takes a month to complete, is amazing. It is unimaginable to draw in just one to two hours.

But Xu Lao has rich experience. Judging from the color, hardness, and dryness of the paint, he knows that the entire painting was completed in a short period of time, and there is almost no possibility of wrong judgment.

People will lie, but paint will not!

"Old Xu, you, are you kidding?" The young man stammered a little.

Working in the Fine Arts Association, young people know what it means.

"Whoever is joking with you, go to the courier company, find the person who delivers the courier, and draw me now to the person above for processing."

Mr. Xu said irritably, he carefully rolled up "The Dusk of the City", put it into the painting tube, and walked towards the conference room of the association with strides.

An important meeting is being held in the conference room.

"Then the ranking of this exhibition competition is set for the time being. When the selection really starts, you should greet the judges and discuss and discuss if you have different opinions." An elderly man said to everyone in the conference room at the center of the conference table. .

"Understood, President Huang."

The people around nodded, and it was Huang Yongnian, the president of the Fine Arts Association.

The entries have already been decided, and a formal evaluation will be conducted soon, but before the official evaluation, the ranking of most of the works has been secretly determined.

For the youth art exhibition, the level of the participating painters is the same. Even if the level is good and not well-known, they still have the final say.

Of course, if the strength is enough, you can still win the prize, but that is only a small part, and a larger part of the quota involves black box operation.

As for the transaction behind it, it is not something ordinary people can know.

"Then the meeting will end here. Let's end it." Chairman Huang announced.

"Wait!"

However, at this moment, Xu Lao rushed into the meeting room.

"What's the matter? The meeting is over. I'll talk about it tomorrow." Chairman Huang frowned and said, feeling that Xu Lao was getting more and more unruly thanks to his seniority.

"Very important thing! I have just delivered a submission to the exhibition competition. I think everyone must read it, otherwise I am afraid that it will be an oolong!" Xu Lao shook his head and put the painting tube down. To the conference table.

"Contribution? If it is really good, can't you just give it an excellent award?"

"Yes, I really thought it was such a big deal."

In the meeting room, several people were a little unhappy when they heard this.

They always don't value the submissions that are solicited. If there are really good submissions at this time, the association will choose to give an outstanding award, and then go further and give it a third prize.

Xu Lao made this completely fuss.

Under the age of 30, without joining the Fine Arts Association, the level is limited no matter how good.

"You guys..." Old Xu shook his head, opened the painting tube, took out the painting, and spread it out on the conference table.

Someone looked over, and when they saw it, they couldn't help but approached in two or three steps.

Their strangeness caused the rest of the people to look over, and their expressions changed drastically.

The atmosphere of the conference room changed drastically in an instant.

"Old man Xu, where did this painting come from?"

Huang Yongnian looked at it too, and after a few glances, he couldn't help taking a breath and asked Elder Xu.

"It's not clear, it was submitted anonymously." Old Xu shook his head.

"Anonymous submission? Is this a master who wants to amuse us and amuse us?"

Someone smiled bitterly.

"But the style of the painting is very unfamiliar, and no one can match it in the impression."

"This artistic conception is simply amazing. I guess which master made a breakthrough and wants to borrow our hands to let this painting go out."

"Necessary? The Youth Exhibition can't afford this painting!"

"Chairman Huang, what should I do with this painting?"

There were exclamations and discussions, and finally everyone looked at Huang Yongnian.

Now that the painting is in their hands, they must handle it well. Before it is determined who painted it, it is an anonymous entry, and the association must score and evaluate it.

As long as this painting is exhibited, they must give it the first prize, first prize!

The level of this painting has reached an impeccable level. If such a painting fails to win the first place, the fairness of the Huaxia Youth Exhibition has been held for several sessions.

But to give this painting the first place, all the rankings decided before have changed.

There are too many things involved behind this change in ranking, and it is not for them to decide.

"The original ranking remained the same, but a special award was added to this painting, and at the same time, to ventilate the media, saying that this time the Art Association received an amazing anonymous entry."

Huang Yongnian thought for a while, then said.

When many people around heard this, they suddenly felt that this idea was good.

In their opinion, this painting must have been painted by an old guy. It is impossible to justify not giving the first place to such a painting.

But if a special award is added, the Fine Arts Association can ridicule that it was a certain master's whim and sent such an amazing work.

In this way, they have an excuse to put this painting in the special prize. When others see this painting, they will not doubt their claims and practices.

At the level of this painting, to participate in the youth exhibition is really bullying.

That evening, all the newspapers and media related to art received this news from the Art Association.

Old Xu looked at Huang Yongnian's solution, but shook his head slightly without making a sound.

In his view, these people are no longer engaged in art, but in interests and means.

They didn't notice the most terrifying thing about this painting, and Xu Lao didn't mean to break it.

...

After applying for the membership card of Yinhai Fitness Club, Chen Bing would come to the club for fitness sooner or later in the next few days.

This time his body was hurt too much~www.readwn.com~He stopped temporarily.

It has been several years later than others, and Chen Bing didn't think about rushing to catch up with others. During this time, he almost stayed in the game. It happened to take this time to take a break and then play with all his strength.

After a few days, Chen Bing finally confirmed that An Yi, a beautiful coach, was really interesting to him.

In the past few days, Anyi would come to him if she had anything to do, and occasionally she would have physical contact with him in the name of guidance, and almost all the sensitive parts of women were in contact with Chen Bing.

As a beauty fitness trainer, An Yi's figure is nothing to say, slender thighs wearing tights, shorts and a vest, it is quite tempting.

However, Chen Bing could see that Anyi had the idea of ​​making long-term development with him and making him responsible, and he just wanted to take advantage of Anyi's body, and did not have the idea of ​​spending a lifetime with her.

So in the face of An Yi's hint, Chen Bing could only treat it as if he hadn't seen anything.

(The third one, the fourth one will be later)