Chapter 224 (2/2)

”Can you support an art student? Are your parents working in the government?”

”No, just ordinary people.”

”My hometown is not local.” no, southerner. ”

”Not bad.”

Yuan Hong added a good sentence.

”Elder martial brother.”

Yuan Hong talks to Xiaobai's teacher.

”Elder martial brother, let the students put all the paintings in your office. I think all the students in this class have great potential. I want to comment on them one by one.”

”Thank you, martial uncle.”

The students listened to the teacher and took down all the pictures and put them in the teacher's office.

Yuan Hong stayed late that day and thought that this martial uncle was writing comments for them. He was called by an expert and wrote comments by a famous master. This is a rare thing. I'm looking forward to it.

Yuan Hong will hold an exhibition in half a month.

As art students, they all like to watch exhibitions, to see the strokes and painting of their predecessors, to conceive the composition, to find their own shortcomings and how to improve their ability.

They all took time to visit Yuan Hong's painting exhibition.

Xiaobai and Fangzheng had no one to play with them. They chose a weekend to visit.

After visiting several paintings, Xiao Bai and Fang Zheng shrugged their shoulders.

Is this the master's exhibition? Is their aesthetic level not good, or did they not find the existence of beauty? Or can they not understand the beauty in the eyes of the older generation of painters?

Why can't you get to the point of martial uncle.

Every exhibition, no matter who's exhibition, has a theme, a series or a main painting. They go to the main painting.

In a prominent place with very good lighting, draw three paintings in this series. The series is the name, holy land.

Under the blue sky, colorful prayer flags flutter with the wind. A girl dressed in pure white is like the incarnation of snow mountain. Her hair is flying and her skirt is fluttering. She is standing beside the prayer flags. The face is soft, gentle and beautiful, without kitsch, gentle and holy.

This is Yuan Hong's eighth aunt. She claims to be the eighth beauty disciple. In fact, she has been a member of the shogunate for a long time.

If we didn't know who this beautiful woman was, it's hard to imagine that this seemingly holy goddess is actually a prostitute.

The middle one is a salt lake, with white clouds in the sky, snow mountains in the distance, and a light blue salt lake near. A girl in red stands on the grass and dances enthusiastically.

This is Yuan Hong's ninth aunt, a new disciple. She is young and beautiful.

The third painting is blue sky, snow mountain, gesanghua, highland barley field. An old woman in Tibetan traditional costume walks slowly with a lot of highland barley on her back.

Holy goddess, fiery banshee, simple Tibetan mother. In this holy place, three different women show different beauty.

The first two can be painted in any way. Isn't the third one Xiaobai? It's as like as two peas who are harvested in highland barley fields, who are turned into a Tibetan mother in the roadside. They move forward and move the position, and even Ge Sanghua's distribution is exactly the same.

Little button's face changed greatly when he visited and saw that his painting was crowned with other people's names.

It's like throwing your child out and finding that your child has been changed by someone else's name in your arms and showing off all over the world.

”This is my painting!”

Xiaobai muttered, then rushed up like crazy and pushed away so many tourists. Pull the picture down from the stand and hold it tightly in your arms.

”This is my painting!”

When he made such a noise, the security guards of the exhibition rushed up, and the scene was in an instant of turmoil. Tourists were shouting what they were doing, and others were shouting robbery! The security guard pushed away the crowd and ran to Xiaobai. In front of the fat security guard, Xiaobai was just like a chicken. When others rushed up, he was submerged.

Fang Zheng raised his foot and kicked a security guard on his waist, then pulled Xiaobai behind him. Watch out for the people around you.

A security guard on the side swung his stick to fight against Fang Zheng when he was not prepared. Fang Zheng had no temper at ordinary times. At the critical moment, he was good at his skill. He had eyes behind him, turned around and kicked the security guard three or four meters away.

Three or four security guards look at it and wipe it. Fang Zheng is definitely a practitioner. I'm afraid to step forward. Light Fang Zheng and Xiao Bai with a stick.

”What do you want? Steal the painting! Put the picture back

”Let Yuan Hong come out! He plagiarizes other people's paintings and writes his name on other people's paintings in a dignified way. Is he worthy of being a great master

Fang Zheng has seen Xiaobai's painting. Xiaobai has been preparing this painting for several months. Xiaobai also said that this is his masterpiece! Is that the old woman, who became Yuan Hong? 90% similarity. Is this Yuan Hong's? Isn't this against Xiaobai's interests?

”This is my painting! I did it first. It was Yuan Hong who showed my painting! He also wrote his own name! This is my painting! I created it two months ago! Half a year ago, we went out to collect wind. I drew it! ”Xiaobai is in a hurry to explain.

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