After commenting on Jiang Lingxi's works, and using Xu Qingmei's comments to summarize her comments on Jing Huai, Li Wanxuan stood quietly for a moment in front of Su Yi's "Back on a Rainy Night".
After a long time, he looked at the author standing next to the painting and asked softly: "Girl, is the teacher who teaches you painting named Jian Sheng?"
"Jian Sheng?" Su Yi subconsciously repeated the name, pursed his lips without nodding or shaking his head, "I don't know the teacher's name, I only know that his surname is Jian."
"That should be him." Li Wanxuan said as she couldn't help but turn her head to glance in the direction of the teacher not far away, then turned back and spoke softly, "Your paintings are in the same vein as him. The inspiration enters the painting, and the strokes are astounding. This is how we originally described him."
From the first time I saw the somewhat blurry electronic version of the work, to yesterday when I saw this girl copying the only work from Jian Sheng's "Rolling Life" stored in the teacher's museum, to today's work "Back on a Rainy Night" , she finally confirmed that this girl’s teacher was her young junior brother, Jian Sheng, who was amazingly talented, but due to some changes, he never saw the teacher again.
She guessed that the teacher should have guessed it before she did.
This disciple who met his junior brother yesterday didn’t know what his teacher was feeling at that time!
Although Su Yi was shy, at this moment he looked directly into the teacher's eyes: "Mr. Li, you..."
"Good boy," Li Wanxuan interrupted her, "We'll talk about it after recording the show."
The main reason is that it is not good to talk about my junior brother in front of the teacher, because no matter what I say, it will expose the teacher's scars.
"I am very pleased that my junior brother has received a disciple with amazing talent. I thought he would never receive a disciple who can inherit his lineage in this life. In this painting "Back on a Rainy Night", I can see that you have already Junior brother should be very happy to be out of the army."
"Well, Teacher Jian is gone."
Seeing Li Wanxuan stunned, Su Yi realized that there was a mistake in what he said, and quickly waved his hand to make amends, "I didn't mean that. He left me a letter saying he was leaving, and then disappeared."
Li Wanxuan touched the head of the little girl in front of her who was a little disappointed: "You have already learned what he wants to teach you. He chose to leave because he felt that he had nothing to teach you."
The audience who had followed this conversation started talking in low voices at this moment.
"Who is Jian Sheng? According to Mr. Li, this person is Mr. Li's younger brother and guest Su Yi's master. As we all know, Mr. Li is Mr. Zhang's student, so this Jian Sheng should also be Mr. Zhang's disciple. But I have never heard of such a person in the world of calligraphy and painting!"
The person who said it was okay, but after listening to this analysis, the eyes of the people who listened to this analysis have turned into mosquito coils, "Wait a minute, let me wipe it out!"
"Jian Sheng," Qian Yisheng was also thinking about this name. He felt it was vaguely familiar, but couldn't remember it for a while, "Where have you heard it before?"
If she really couldn't remember it, she decided to go back and ask her colleagues and seniors at the Academy of Fine Arts.
After restraining herself because she thought about her junior brother's complicated emotions, Li Wanxuan then walked to Shen Hechen's works.
After looking at it for a while, she didn't rush to speak. Instead, she went back to Jiang Lingxi's work and walked around again.
Everyone was immediately confused by her actions.
"By the way, the works of Shen Hechen and Jiang Lingxi are both ink and landscape paintings. Is Mr. Li trying to compare who is better at painting between the two?"
"Obviously Jiang Lingxi is more skilled, but I feel that this is not what Mr. Li is looking at."
"What were you doing just now?"
"I suggest you ask Mr. Li himself."
"If I dare, why do I need to guess here?"
Jiang Lingxi noticed Li Wanxuan's behavior and guessed a possibility.
In her previous life, after she found out that the divine painter Xie Muyun was her prime minister, she simply hired him to be her calligraphy and painting teacher for a while. Especially in the ink and wash landscape that this man was good at, her works had some shadow of him.
And Shen Hechen's calligraphy and painting were taught by Shen Yunqing.
This led to the fact that she and Shen Hechen in this era had the same teacher even though they were thousands of years apart.
All I can say is that the encounters in this world are really wonderful.
Most people would never imagine such a bizarre situation.
She guessed that Mr. Li must have noticed a faint similarity between her and Shen Hechen's works, but she was not sure.
Li Wanxuan was really not sure. When copying yesterday's works, although Jiang Lingxi and Shen Hechen were both copying "Blue Waves and Everything", Shen Hechen was copying honestly, but Jiang Lingxi made her directly suspect that he was copying the original "Blue Waves and Everything" by Xie Muyun. The two She didn't see anything even if she put a piece of it.
But now that I am creating on my own, some traces of a similar feeling are emerging.
But the two people didn't seem to know each other at first. The unfamiliarity couldn't be acted out and couldn't fool her eyes, so... was it really just a simple similarity?
Seeing that the Mr. Li in front of him had not yet commented on his work, Shen Hechen became a little more nervous and uneasy, "Mr. Li, is there anything wrong with my painting?"
It shouldn’t be, my cousin praised him just now!
Although the praise is very subtle, it is still a compliment!
"That's not true." Her thoughts were interrupted. Li Wanxuan looked at the young man's worried eyes, smiled and comforted her, "Although your painting is still a bit immature, it has a spiritual energy. If you paint well, you will definitely be good at it in the future. Getting better and better.”
Shen Hechen immediately became energetic after hearing this, "Thank you, Mr. Li!"
Li Wanxuan didn't ask about that doubt.
Anyway, as long as the painting is good, it's fine, and there's nothing to worry about.
Then he walked to Lu Sen's works in order.
"Listening to the Wind in the Bamboo Sea," Li Wanxuan glanced at Lu Sen, who was full of confidence, "I remember that I still have a painting of your grandfather's "Bamboo Forest Tao Tao". Lu Jiazhu, you can be considered a successor. "
That’s it for the review. A quick glance shows that Lu Sen’s works have the least favorable reviews. But looking at Lu Sen’s face that almost reached the ceiling, you can tell how satisfied he is with this review.
But Li Wanxuan's next words made him hang his head again, "It's just this bamboo's modesty, but it doesn't affect you at all."
No one in the audience could hold back: "Hahaha..."
The laughter was exceptionally consistent.
Lu Sen: "..."
He could only comfort himself that Mr. Li was worthy of being the old man’s student!
When she walked up to Lin Nuo, Li Wanxuan unusually did not look at the painting first, but looked at the person first.
"Lin Nuo? Is he the Lin Nuo who was exposed as a plagiarized work in the previous National Youth Painting and Calligraphy Competition, and was eventually disqualified and disqualified from the competition by the judges of the competition?"
As soon as these words came out, Lin Nuo's pupils could be clearly seen under the camera and suddenly shrank.
The 1.8 meter tall man's body trembled visibly to the naked eye, showing how powerful this question was.
In the corner of the studio, Arlene looked at her boyfriend on the big screen who was trying to control his emotions. She covered her mouth tightly and held on to the chair beside her to prevent herself from impulsively rushing forward and rushing onto the stage to protect her.
There was also an uproar in the audience.
Most people who come to watch this show are familiar with the calligraphy and painting circle, and many people present already know the origin of Lin Nuo, but what they didn't expect was that the fast-talking Mr. Li would actually do it in front of the camera. Asked such a sharp question.
If you think about it, if it were you, you might not be able to stand on the stage and accept scrutiny from all directions.
"Yes." After a long silence, Lin Nuo nodded slowly, "The person you are talking about is indeed me, but I did not plagiarize."
His voice was very soft at first, but then it gradually became louder. The last word 'plagiarism' seemed to be spoken through gritted teeth. His dark eyes couldn't help but want to dodge at the beginning. He looked straight at the camera that was sweeping over him and said with a final word, "Someone plagiarized my inspiration and ideas. It was that person who plagiarized my "Under the Moonlight"!"
"I've been trying to collect evidence!"
"What I hate most in my life is plagiarism!"
Under the stage, a face that was originally full of ridicule suddenly became stiff.
