"Shen Hechen."
Shen Hechen couldn't help but trembled, and looked at Lu Sen, who was walking back listlessly after being criticized, with both hearts filled with concern.
Now they were really going to be brothers in trouble. No one ran away from Mr. Zhang!
But the result was a bit surprising to him. Although Mr. Zhang also pointed out many shortcomings that he had not noticed before in a cold tone, and said a lot of areas where he needed to improve, he was not criticized like Lu Sen. So miserable.
It can be said that he stepped forward with trepidation and returned with full harvest.
Lu Sen: "..."
He was the only one who dared to receive special care!
Shen Hechen patted his shoulder with encouraging eyes: Brother, hold on!
Zhang Nachuan took the water glass handed over by Zhang Ye and took a sip of water to moisten his throat. He pointed his cane at the third piece of work and turned to look at Su Yi with a more complicated look.
Even when calling someone, his tone was a bit low and gentle.
When others came forward, he did not comment on the work first, but first asked: "Can you tell me, there are so many works in this exhibition hall, why did you choose this one to copy?"
Suyi originally wanted to say it was because he liked it, but after meeting the old man and trying to put on a gentle look, he hesitated and decided to tell the truth: "This work is very similar to the painting style of an elder I respect very much. I miss him very much." He also liked his works very much, so he finally chose this one.”
Zhang Nachuan nodded and obviously wanted to ask more questions, but in the end he commented seriously on the work, "You have already learned the style of this painting, and it is less depressing than the original work. It's just that The brushwork is still a bit immature and not smooth enough, and the colors are not rich enough. Are you not used to the paints provided by the museum?"
"No, no, no," Suyi hurriedly waved his hand and explained, "The museum provides too many types of paints, and I accidentally got confused."
Zhang Nachuan glanced at Su Yi's washed-white cotton skirt, more or less guessed it, nodded and said nothing more about this aspect.
When Su Yi came back, Lu Sen and Shen Hechen couldn't help but look at each other again.
For the first time, I discovered that there are so many different ways to treat people differently.
It's a rare pity that I'm not a girl!
"Lino."
"Mr. Zhang."
"I've heard of you." Zhang Nachuan looked at Lin Nuo's suddenly changed expression and continued indifferently, "For those who follow our path, plagiarism is the biggest taboo, and it is also the most despised by Zhang Nachuan."
These words changed the expressions of everyone inside and outside the camera. Lin Nuo even clenched his fists forbearingly, "Mr. Zhang, I was not the one who plagiarized back then. I have never done such a thing!"
"Really, then you want to prove yourself through this show?"
Lin Nuo nodded heavily, "Yes!"
"I can see," Zhang Nachuan changed his voice, "The work you copied contains a lot of your personal emotions. The choice of bamboo is one of the most classic Four Gentlemen. Every stroke can be said to be very special. That’s right. But you forgot one thing!”
Lin Nuo realized that what the old man in front of him was going to say next was the key point, so he quickly calmed down and looked over with a burning gaze.
"Bamboo is not only proud, it will also sway freely with the wind, and will not think that it is stubborn to fight against the ubiquitous wind. You care too much about that plagiarism incident and want to clear your name too much, resulting in every time When I start writing, whether I am copying or creating alone, there is an element of deliberateness, but I forget my original intention of choosing to pursue calligraphy and painting in the first place. In this way, going too far is not enough. Am I right?"
Lin Nuo felt as if there was a thunder above his head, instantly splitting the layers of fog in his mind, and his heart became clear.
"I only send you four words, never forget your original intention!"
Lin Nuo bowed deeply in the direction of the old man.
Outside the camera, Arlene covered her mouth, her eyes burning hot as she looked at the figure whose eyes looked much brighter after regaining her energy.
A tissue was handed to her, and she subconsciously took it and wiped it with her head, "Thank you for the tissue."
Xu Lingan waved his hand towards her: "You're welcome, everything will be fine."
"Well, everything will be fine!"
She didn't believe it before, but now she does.
"Qian Yaya."
After receiving what could be described as gentle treatment from Su Yi, Qian Yaya stepped forward with confidence, her voice clear and fearless: "Please give me some advice, Mr. Zhang."
"Your painting "Blue Waves and Everything" is pretty smooth at the front, but why does the taste change at the back?"
"Ah?" Qian Yaya was dumbfounded by the question, "Has the taste changed?"
Zhang Nachuan looked at the little girl in front of him who should be about the same age as his granddaughter. He stretched out his hand and tapped somewhere on the painting. "What were you thinking about before you painted this place? As a result, this place looks like the spirit in the previous painting." It seems to be divided, I want to know what influenced you to write!"
Qian Yaya swore that she heard correctly. She really heard Lu Sen laugh just now. While grinding her teeth, she couldn't help but lower her head and think, what on earth did she do at that time?
"Wait a minute, I remembered it. When I passed by Teacher Jiang, I took a look at her paintings!"
Jiang Lingxi was suddenly cueed: "..."
Qian Yaya continued: "I saw Teacher Jiang's paintings, and when I went back I couldn't help but compare Teacher Jiang's paintings with Shen Qianshan's original paintings. Mr. Zhang, you know how the two styles intersect in your mind The feeling of being uncontrollable may be what you call schizophrenia.”
Zhang Nachuan was almost amused, but fortunately he held back, "In the final analysis, it's because you are not strong-willed enough. Whether you are copying or painting, the best state is not to be affected by external things and always stick to your own way. This is what you have experienced. Too little, too smooth life. The reason why I put you behind Lin Nuo is because your current status is exactly opposite, just for comparison."
Qian Yaya's little head has drooped, "I'm still young."
"Young age is not an excuse. Suyi is not that old either, but her understanding of painting is deeper than yours. It is indeed excellent that you have achieved your current results at such a young age, but pride and complacency have always been a taboo. Go back and be firm Remember this."
Qian Yaya nodded dullly, "Oh."
His voice sounded so aggrieved that he was about to cry.
However, Zhang Nachuan only waved his hand. The little girl was talented in calligraphy and painting. She was favored and praised every day at home. He didn't mind being a villain for once to suppress this impetuousness.
"And Jing Huai and Jiang Lingxi, you happen to be in the same profession, so I'll just leave a review."
"The works you two copied this time," Zhang Nachuan paused and looked at the two young people in front of him, "I don't want to comment on any of them."
When these words came out, not only everyone present was stunned, but even everyone in the observation room suspected that they had heard wrongly.
What does this mean?
Xu Qingmei couldn't help but think to herself: Are you so disgusted that you don't even want to comment?
So when I praised Jiang Lingxi for her good painting before, was it just irony?
Although Jing Huai was also disliked together, she could feel better with Jiang Lingxi as her company.
Li Wanxuan's face also changed when she heard this. What on earth does the teacher mean?
In her opinion, there is no comparability between Jing Huai's and Jiang Lingxi's works when put together!
But her words couldn't reach the museum, so now she can only worry.
However, there were also those who remained calm. Jiang Lingxi and Shen Yunqing's expressions did not change at all when they heard these words, they just waited quietly for the next words.
Zhang Nachuan met everyone's glaring gazes and said, "One is so bad that I don't even want to waste time commenting on it. The other one's level is not lower than mine, so I'm not qualified to comment!"
Everyone was in an uproar immediately!
(End of chapter)
