Chapter 897 The Reversal Is Coming 1

Hearing this, Zhang Bo understood that this painting, for Mr. Yun, was not a painting, but a feeling.

Zhang Bo was sixty-seven years old, but in front of his idol, he was like an ignorant boy, unwilling to miss every opportunity to talk to him.

He asked again: "Why do you want to exhibit today?"

"Because, that important person is here today."

Rather than saying that the exhibition is for the fans, it is better to say that it is just for Yaoer.

The two old men walking behind saw that Zhang Bo had been talking to Mr. Yun, and they felt mixed emotions.

If, at the beginning, they were like Zhang Bo, things would not have turned out like this.

At least, they could say a few words to Mr. Yun, whom they had admired for a long time.

Instead of being isolated.

Being hated by an idol, this feeling is really uncomfortable.

"We're here."

In the center of the exhibition hall, a painting was on the glass wall.

Everyone looked over.

"Wow."

Everyone couldn't help but exclaimed.

This painting is really beautiful, similar to the paintings exhibited by Jiang Enren, but there is a big difference.

Because the baby girl's eyes are different from Jiang Enren's.

The former is closed, but in this painting, the baby girl gently opens a slit.

It looks like a phoenix eye, but upon closer inspection, it looks like a little fox's eyes.

The white of the eye is also very white, black and white are clearly distinguished, and the baby's eyes without impurities are vividly depicted.

And the pupil is carefully drawn, as if it gathers the purest black in the world. At the center, there is a trace of candlelight reflected in it, shining and shining, pure and bright and soul-stirring.

In addition, you can vaguely see the picture beyond the candlelight from those eyes, dreamy, real, and beautiful.

The candlelight swayed, the darkness and the darkness of the pupil merged into one, and the candlelight ignited the darkness.

This painting is completely different from the artistic conception depicted by Jiang Enren.

It's like in the darkness, this beam of light makes the world beautiful.

Seeing this painting will give you a new beauty and make you feel happy.

Tang Yaoyao took a deep breath. She in the painting was lifelike, as if she could hold her by reaching out her hand.

This feeling is so wonderful that I can't help but feel excited.

People in the calligraphy and painting circles, just by taking a look, already have the answer in their hearts.

Fu Yunmo is the original work, the baby girl's eyes are open, and there is a point eye technique.

On the contrary, Jiang Enren just copied one, and he couldn't complete the baby girl's eyes, so he simply closed them, so it gives people a completely different feeling.

This painting is really beautiful and wonderful.

Even if it is a painting with a completely different artistic conception copied from this, it is amazing, not to mention that it is the original painting?

Lai Xian was silent.

At this moment, even if he wanted to believe Jiang Enren, it was impossible.

Everyone looked at Jiang Enren.

He looked at the words in front of him in shock, muttering: "How is it possible... How is it possible..."

Everyone didn't understand what he meant by the words in his mouth.

Zhang Bo spoke first: "Jiang Enren, you still insist that you are the original author?"

Jiang Enren immediately retorted: "I am! I am the original author. My master can testify to this, and so can my master's wife. They watched me complete it stroke by stroke. It took me a whole month. It was my original work. It was just a coincidence. It was really just a coincidence."

Lai Xian frowned: "I agree with what Mr. Yun said before. You may be able to draw the same scenery, but you can't draw the same characters unless you copy it."