Soul Painter

　　 "There is nothing good, this is a parody."

　　 After hearing the appraisal of the outstanding student work in front of them, the few viewers shook their heads and left, a little regretful of ‘a beautiful lady, how can I be a thief’.

　　The evaluation of imitations in the art world is only two words, disgusting, but collectors' evaluations of imitations have been raised to three words, which is worthless.

　　 So after hearing this is a parody, no one pays attention to it is a normal ending.

Gao Fan looked at this'righteous and straightforward' buddy. He had long hair and a straight suit. He looked at everything with a look in his eyes, like a fighting rooster, even a little bit acrid. The book looks like a crooked young version of Lu Guoying.

Everyone in the world condones artists to have tempers, and some have born a group of giant babies who relied on themselves to be artists, so they overstretched their tempers, such as Mi Heng, whose head was chopped off for scolding Cao Cao. Now it is not a feudal society, and Gao Fan did not do so. The qualifications of other people's heads are just looking at this straight bite.

　　 Am I offending you?

　　 Gao Fan seems to really offend him.

　　 Whenever a visitor has been to the college unit and is attracted by Gao Fan’s paintings, the one who is like a deep boudoir and complaining woman can test the sentence: "This is a parody."

　　 made no one want to stop.

　　 Gao Fan doesn't mind having a reputation as a fake.

　　 But no one wants to appreciate his work, he can't reap the value of SAN.

　　 To cut a person's wealth is to kill someone. Parents know it, brother!

　　 After visitors don’t see Gao Fan’s work, they will switch to other works. Only then did Gao Fan realize what this buddy is doing, because this buddy’s work is also in the college unit.

　　 Gao Fan approached, and saw this buddy introduce his creative experience, what color and character space is thick and so on.

　　 Gao Fan looked at the label he painted again.

　　 Dongmei, senior year, Fang Jianbin, tea picking girl.

　　 The paintings in the college unit will only be marked with the name of the work, the creator, the school year and the school, but it will not be marked whether it is an imitation or not, but the student Fang Jianbin bothered to remind.

Gao Fan looked at this pair of "Girl Picking Tea". The content of the painting is above the ridge. A girl in white is picking tea. The skill is good, about 60 points, but not as good as Lin Senhao, who is about 65 points. It is already a very good level among the college students, after all, he hasn't officially debuted yet.

　　 Listening to Fang Jianbin talking to a few audiences there, Gao Fan suddenly interjected: "The proportions of the human body structure are wrong."

Ok?

　　 Fang Jianbin and a few visitors looked at Gao Fan. Although Gao Fan was wearing a hoodie and jeans, he looked young, but from what he said, he knew that he should be an expert.

　　 "What did you say? What's wrong?" Fang Jianbin asked with a frown, his tone rising, like a rooster seeing another rooster.

　　 "The length of this arm is obviously problematic. If she can grow such a long hand, it should be an ape instead of a human." Gao Fan said, pointing to the length of the girl's arm when she bent over.

　　 "This is an exaggeration of art! Angel's "Lady of the Palace" extends the human body to a length that can more embody the beauty!" Fang Jianbin's mouth trembled and said.

　　Angel is the last master of neoclassicism, advocating rationality and admiring nature. In the masterpiece "The Lady of the Grand Palace", he depicts a female image that does not conform to the structure of the human body but is indeed more beautiful.

"Compared with a master, you have to have the level of a master, don't just have a temper." After Gao Fan said this sentence, he suddenly felt that this sentence is also good to satirize himself, hey, thinking about it, the corners of his mouth laughed strangely. Pointing to the painting, a storm of criticism came:

"Angel's "Lady of the Grand Palace" is a beautiful change in the overall coordination. You are a terminally ill mutation. Also look at your sky. What color is this? Why do you want to express the clear sky like a dark cloud? Did you use the same blue as the base of the tea field? A mess! In the end, whose tea picker wears white gauze to pick tea? What do you want to express? I don't know the suffering and the extreme sentimentality of the world! Do you know that you have completely deviated from the working class? "

　　 Gao Fan, at this moment, made comments in the same tone as Lu Guoying, and even found it a bit enjoyable.

Of course, this man’s paintings are not that bad, but that’s how art critics are. If you want to find faults, it is the rebirth of Leonardo. The tree he painted can also be rated as'full of craftsmanship and lack of spirituality. , It's better to be a painter.

　　 When Fang saw Bin wanted to talk several times but couldn't put his mouth in his mouth, this long comment irritated him to raise his eyebrows and twitch the corners of his mouth, as if white foam overflowed from his lips.

　　 After Gao Fan finished speaking, he could speak, but a thousand words were condensed on his chest, and he was so angry that he didn't know where to start.

"Wonderful!"

"Great!"

　　 "Young people have sharp eyes and unique insights. I just felt that this painting is not right. It turns out that the main purpose of the painting is not right."

　　 Several spectators around praised Gao Fan one after another.

Just when Fang saw Bin suffocating his breath and wanted to explode, suddenly, more audiences rushed in, crushing the crowd, and there was a central point~www.novelmt.com~ the bustling voice suddenly overwhelmed this. A small storm on the side.

It turned out that Lu Guoying came with a large army. With Lu Guoying’s position, the Pengcheng Art Museum is second to none at this moment, and it is naturally the center of attention. Besides the director of Tianmei, there are directors of several other schools beside him. , Because Lu Guoying wanted to watch the college unit, he suddenly surrounded him.

　　 The directors of several schools all greeted their students to greet Lu Guoying.

　　 The director of Tianmei introduced Gao Fan: "This is Gao Fan, and his paintings are the subject of Mr. Lu himself."

　　 oh~

Everyone’s gazes at Gao Fan changed immediately. They set the subject personally. That’s the treatment that disciples have. They don’t know what is going on, but Lu Guoying doesn’t care. It’s just like what Director Tianmei thought before, even if it’s ashamed. Can hold it, Mr. Lu's face is piled up with his countless works worth tens of millions of dollars, which is extremely thick.

"Are you Gao Fan?!" Fang Jianbin heard it too, and realized that the person who criticized himself for the stormy meal turned out to be the imitation painter. He immediately realized that Gao Fan was taking revenge, and the corners of his mouth twitched with anger. More powerful.

But at this moment, no one paid any attention to him. Everyone gathered around the work written by Mr. Lu Guoying himself, and they all praised him, “This painting technique is so good,” he is very skillful, especially because it conveys emotions to others. A sense of desolation and horror, "Lao Lu has someone to succeed," It seems that he is going to cultivate a master for the country.

　　 Gao Fan was also clustered in the center, looking at his own SAN value reserve, finally jumped up, jumped to 1, jumped to 2, can't help but feel relieved that everything is finally on the right track of upgrading the text.

　　 But at this moment, a negative test sounded again behind everyone:

　　 "This is a parody."