Soul Painter

　　 "You didn't paint it?" Lawrence looked at the painting in front of him.

　　 Of course, it is not a painting, it is just a sketch structure.

　　 Lawrence said before that the structure of this sketch was worth one hundred thousand dollars, and Mr. Lu immediately replied, ‘That’s going to wait for me to die’, because it is not a painting, but can only be used as a testimony to the artist’s lifelong skill growth.

Of course, the artwork itself is only valuable when it is scarce. A painter produces one piece per day and paints three hundred and sixty-five pieces a year. No matter how good his painting skills are, the price will not rise. Because there are too many, so, It’s true that all collectors are betting on how long artists can live, and the earlier they die, the higher the value of the painting.

Speaking of the sketch in front of him, Lawrence took a closer look and felt that it was the one painted by Lu Guoying yesterday, which was used to point to the noble, but Lu Guoying never tells lies, so there is only one possibility left... With this possibility, Lawrence took a breath, and he looked towards the bed, lying on the bed, sleeping like a dead man.

　　 "Is he...fake it?" Lawrence asked in surprise.

Ok. Lu Guoying nodded and picked up a piece of paper from the ground. There were footprints on that piece of paper. He didn’t know if it was stepped on by a few people when they came in, or if Gao Fan stepped on it. He carried the paper and said: I painted it."

　　 This is really the use of people to face forward and not people to face back, and they are all thrown on the ground... The director looked at this scene and frustrated the teeth.

　　 In the eyes of the director, these two sketches are not bad at all. If the original owner were not here, I would have to distinguish them for a while.

"But Junior Brother couldn't draw at this level last night!" Lawrence was shocked. He realized what he started looking for complete drawing paper. Some of them were not so shredded by Gao Fan, but they were still able to put it together yesterday. The progress of Gaofan's painting skills at night.

　　 A dozen sheets of drawing paper spread all over the floor.

　　 lines from complicated to simple, from simple to infinite meaning.

　　 The sense of space changes from crowded to open, from open to full of imagination.

　　 This seems to be an evolutionary process that a painter spent several years, specializing in sketching, and constantly polishing his skills.

　　 was Gao Fan completed in one night.

　　 Lu Guoying, Lawrence and the director looked at these paintings, only to feel shocked by the silence for a while.

Although Gao Fan’s final "evolution" results this evening are only similar to the works drawn by Lu Guoying, who is Lu Guoying, the honorary professor of the Royal Academy of Fine Arts, the world’s leading art master, and his works can be found in Gasbee has sold a world-class oil painting giant with a price of tens of millions.

　　 If Gao Fan can make such progress in one night, then give him a few more nights. He must not step on his feet and all the oil painters in the world?

　　 Lawrence looked at Gao Fan, who was sleeping like a dead man on the bed, and suddenly said to Lu Guoying: "Teacher, let the younger brother sign a contract with my gallery! He will be the next Montrion!"

The director’s eyes brightened, his artistic level was not as good as Lu Guoying, his appreciation ability was not as good as Lawrence, and he had not experienced Lu Guoying’s "preaching" to Gao Fan last night. Now he is a little bit embarrassed, but he knows who Montrian is and who Lawrence is. Gao Fan, this kid... is so powerful?

No. Lu Guoying shook his head. He slowly said, "The last time he imitated, he made a lot of progress. I doubt whether this kid's talents are all imitating."

　　 That's right.

Lu Guoying has only seen Gao Fan create twice, once imitating "The Gate of Hell". During the process of imitating, Gao Fan gained the first skill improvement. That progress made Lu Guoying immediately realize that this is a piece of gold and jade. That's why he attaches great importance to Gao Fan, but the results that Gao Fan handed over let him down, because it was not original.

　　 This is the second time. Although he simply imitated a few lines of his own and made great progress once again, Lu Guoying began to wonder, would this kid only imitate?

　　 After all, it took only half a month from the first meeting to the present. No matter how outstanding a genius, there is no such a terrifying example of improvement in painting skills in half a month.

　　 There are so many geniuses in the history of world painting. Every one of his life, careful study of his origins, will make later generations feel that ‘this may be a monster’.

　　 But there is absolutely no genius for Gao Fan's sake.

　　 "If only imitating..." Lawrence frowned.

　　 That is worthless.

　　 is painted like another, but it is just another Van Gogh, another Monet, and another Montrion, whose value is so different.

"No, I didn't mean that. If he can only imitate, then he will be a master at best, a master like me." Lu Guoying said in a calm tone and without boasting, because this is a fact, "very It’s hard to become a master of the pioneering faction."

　　 "So you meant this, I was worried about the younger brother just now." Lawrence looked at Gao Fan's gaze, and immediately became hot again. In the two hundred years since the birth of oil painting, how many masters were there? The masters are also very remarkable, and the masters born on the domestic soil are unique.

　　 "Principal Lu, Mr. Lawrence ~www.novelmt.com~The time is almost up, let's not study Gao Fan's paintings." The director looked at the watch, the biennale was about to begin, and we had to set off.

Ok. Lu Guoying nodded and glanced at the paintings on the ground again. There were doubts, some puzzles, and a pity.

　　 If you can only imitate, then...it's a pity.

　　 It's hard to be trained after training.

　　 can become a master, but it is difficult to become a master of his own school.

　　 "Gao Fan, Gao Fan." The director went to the bed and shook Gao Fan.

　　 Gao Fan may be so tired that he didn't wake up even after a few people said something for a long time. Now the director shook his head, and he couldn't think of not waking up.

　　 "Huh... Director?" Gao Fan was sleepy.

"It's time, it's time to participate in the Biennale, wake up... Well, Gao Fan, why are you so thin?" The director urged Gao Fan to get up, and at the same time he felt that Gao Fan was a little too thin, his arms and shoulders were like knives. cut.

"It may be a sequelae of using a carving knife..." Gao Fan muttered. Only then did he become sober, realizing that he shouldn't say this, he blinked, and he saw Lu Guoying and Lawrence standing in his room again. Say hello to them.

　　 "Principal, uncle, morning." Gao Fan said as he stood up, and after handing a picture to the director, "I'll go brush my teeth first."

　　 Gao Fan ran into the bathroom and brushed his teeth.

　　 The director held the painting and muttered: "This kid sleeps with the painting in his arms."

　　 "Huh?" Lu Guoying caught a glimpse of the content of the painting, his eyes lit up, "Show me!"

　　 The director is unknown. Therefore, when he unfolded the painting in front of Lu Guoying, it was still a secondary sketch. There was only one line on it, but it miraculously portrayed two beautiful swirling eyes.

　　 Lu Guoying's eyes widened.