The Local Lazy Man System

"My suitor Ye Rongyao, but for the sake of his pursuit of me, I just upgraded him to a boyfriend." Liu Yifei said.

"Hello."

As Zhang Linlin said, she was about to hug Ye Rongrong.

"What are you doing, don't you know the difference between men and women?"

Seeing that her friend Zhang Linlin was about to hug Ye Rongyao, Liu Yifei quickly stopped her.

"Haha, it's not just a hug, it makes you nervous."

Zhang Linlin rolled her eyes at Liu Yifei and said. It seemed that this friend of mine really cared about this man, and he didn't even allow him to give him a courtesy hug.

"Ha ha."

Liu Yifei smiled awkwardly. For some reason, Liu Yifei didn't want her friend to hug Ye Rongrong.

"Forget it, for the sake of your jealousy, I won't hug your boyfriend anymore. Hello, I'm Liu Yifei's best friend. My name is Zhang Linlin, and I'm a reporter." Zhang Linlin introduced herself.

"Hello, my name is Ye Rongrong, a farmer."

Ye Rongrong shook hands with Zhang Linlin and said.

Zhang Linlin's hands are very soft and cold, and it feels very comfortable to touch in this relatively hot season.

Of course, that's not the point.

The point is that Zhang Linlin is ill, her limbs are cold, and she belongs to the type of deficiency of both the heart and spleen. Although this disease is not serious, if it is not treated, it will become a serious disease that is difficult to treat.

"Farmer, hehe, you're not kidding, are you?"

Zhang Linlin said in disbelief.

After all, Liu Yifei is now a parental official of a county, and her family is one of the best in the provincial capital. How could she like a peasant.

Liu Qingqing's family would not agree to her marrying a peasant.

"No kidding, I'm a farmer." Ye Rongrong said.

Ye Rongrong didn't feel ashamed to be a peasant. Without peasants, where did these people in the city come from, eat and drink, they didn't come from the peasants.

"It's really a farmer, Qingqing, will your family agree?" Zhang Linlin looked at Liu Yifei suspiciously and asked.

"My affairs, I make my own decisions." Liu Yifei said.

"Hehe, domineering, I don't have that courage anymore, so I can only obediently marry the person my family arranged for me." Zhang Linlin said.

"You talk, I'll go see these paintings and calligraphy."

The two women were a group of ducks. Seeing that Liu Qingqing and Zhang Linlin were chatting endlessly about nonsense that was not nutritious to Ye Rongyao, Ye Rongyao couldn't listen anymore and said.

"Well, let's go."

The first floor of the clubhouse is so big, Liu Yifei is not worried that she will not find Ye Rongrong.

Leaving Liu Yifei and Zhang Linlin, Ye Rongrong read the calligraphy in the hall.

As Ye Rongyao, whose calligraphy and painting skills have reached the master level, of course, he can see the quality of these calligraphy. Ye Rongrong looked at the calligraphy and painting of the ancients and thought it was good.

It's just the paintings and calligraphy of some modern painters. Ye Rongyao is a little too flattered. To be honest, Ye Rongyao can't understand it.

Some of them point a few dots on a blank drawing paper, some use a brush to randomly paint something with unknown shapes on the drawing paper, and some draw a few grids on the drawing paper.

Ye Rongrong really doesn't understand what kind of painting this is. He really is not as good as some kindergarten children's paintings, at least the kindergarten children's paintings, you can roughly see what he is painting.

But these paintings on the wall, I forgive Ye Rongrong's clumsy eyes, he really can't understand what the paintings are.

However, Ye Rongyao knew through the Internet that these paintings were abstract art, metaphysical art, and belonged to paintings that normal people could not understand.

Anyway, Ye Rongyao just couldn't understand these paintings. These paintings were given to Ye Rongyao, but Ye Rongyao disliked them. They were too ugly and didn't even know what to paint.

When they get the paintings from the village, 99% of the villagers will say that they are the words of children in kindergarten, and the remaining 1% will think that the paintings are made by mental illness.

However, these paintings that people do not understand can be bought at very high prices, and some are even worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

Anyway, in Ye Rongyao's opinion, a messy painting can embody crap abstraction, grass is not grass, trees are not trees, and it is not even clear what it is, what can it embody.

Ye Guangyao even suspected that these messy paintings were those painters who were in a bad mood, holding brushes, doodles, and throwing them aside.

Those things that reflect the painter's dissatisfaction with reality, and what abstract representations of a certain idea come, are all created by the latecomers themselves.

It's not what the author meant at all.

This is like "Journey to the West", one of Huaxia's four famous novels. It is estimated that the author made up a story for the sake of life, wrote it into a book, and made some living money, a very simple thing.

However, in modern times, they have come up with the "Theory of Contradictory Theme", "Theory of Theme Transformation", "Theory of Anti-Tian Medicine, Killing Traitors and Honoring Virtuous People", "Theory of Reflecting the People's Struggle", "Theory of Learning from the West", "Theory of Praise the World" Rebellion, Light and Justice", etc.

It seems that the author's purpose in writing this novel is to express so many ideas.

Ye Rongrong really wanted to say, "Please, people write novels just to make a living, it's not as complicated as you think."

After all, when Jin Da wrote "The Lu Ding Ji", was it really to reflect the social reality? Did you really think that much?

Ye Rongrong felt that he definitely didn't think about reflecting the social reality or what the critical thought came from, but thinking about whether the scene was vivid or not, and whether readers would like it.

That's all.

The rest are all figured out by experts and scholars who have had enough to eat and have nothing to do.

"Mr. Xu, you are here too."

"Hehe, Mr. Zhang is here, how can I not come?"

"Master Chen is here too. Didn't expect you to come to participate in a younger generation's art exhibition?"

"Zhao Ying is a good young painter. Her teacher is my senior brother. How can I be my uncle?"

"Zhao Ying, with your old master of calligraphy and painting, you will have a bright future in the future."

...

They are all people in the circle, and everyone is no stranger. Old friends in twos and threes gather together to chat, and it seems that they have not seen each other for a long time.

Ye Rongyao was a stranger among them, and many people saw him, so no one paid any attention to him, but Ye Rongrong was happy to relax.

With these so-called painters, Ye Rongyao found that he couldn't urinate in a pot with them, mainly paintings that Ye Rongrong couldn't understand.

Ye Yaoyao always felt that they were a little bit of a bullshit.

...

"Seniors and friends, I'm very glad that you can participate in my solo exhibition. Most of the works displayed in this exhibition hall today are my works over the years..."

Zhao Ying stood in front of a picture and said to the people who came here today.

"This "Chaos" is the best work I personally think this year."

At the end, Zhao Ying pointed to a canvas that was five meters long and two meters wide behind her and said to everyone.

Ye Rongyao took a look and felt that this painting was truly chaotic. Exactly, what a mess.

"Now, Mr. Chen Desheng, a famous master of calligraphy and painting, is invited to comment on this painting." A young woman like a host said with a microphone.

"I'm very happy to be able to participate in the solo exhibition of Zhao Ying, a young painter. Zhao Ying is an excellent young painter rarely seen in recent years. Her style of painting is full of realistic abstraction..."

An old man in his 60s walked to the front, held the microphone, and put on a high hat on Zhao Ying.

"Let's get right to the point, this "Chaos", from the perspective of the painting technique, was painted by a young painter, Zhao Ying, who used the most difficult 'dropping method' in the painting world to paint sand, glass fragments or other objects. Mixed in the paint, making it a thick fluid, walking around like a dance, dipping a stick in the paint, and letting it trickle on the canvas with the unique artistic technique of splattering.”

"Using densely dripping brown, white, maroon, black and other paints, the lines are messy and orderly, sprinkled at will, and the wild and intense color lines have their own logic, accidental effects and rhythm of music."

"This "Chaos" reflects the spirit of freedom, non-conformity, courage, and continuous exploration of the macroscopic world and the depths of inner consciousness. It also expresses Zhao Ying's anxiety, anxiety and unease as a young painter."

...

"Do you understand?"

I don't know when Liu Yifei and Zhang Linlin came to Ye Rongyao, Liu Yifei asked Ye Rongrong in a low voice.

"Oh, I didn't understand."

Ye Rongrong said with a smile beside Liu Yifei's ear.

Ye Rongrong really didn't see the spirit of freedom, non-conformity, courage, and continuous exploration of the macro world and the depths of inner consciousness from this painting "Chaos". and restless emotions.

In Ye Rongyao's view, this is simply nonsense.

"Haha, I didn't understand it either. I feel that the children in kindergarten are better at drawing than this." Liu Qingqing whispered.

Over the years, Liu Qingqing has also participated in several such personal exhibitions. Nowadays, the paintings painted by the painters are becoming more and more incomprehensible. People are not like people, and ghosts are not like ghosts. Art too.

"I personally think this "Chaos" is definitely the best painting among the works of young painters this year, whether it is..."

Master Chen talked eloquently above.

"Mom, this painting is really ugly, even uglier than my painting."

Just as everyone quietly listened to Master Chen explaining the goodness of this "Chaos", the voice of a young child resounded in the hall.

Everyone looked back and found that the speaker was a seven- or eight-year-old girl wearing a princess dress.

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