Chapter 306 Am I Really an Artist?

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next morning.

clear.

Lu Yuan, wrapped in celebrity gear, got off the plane alone and walked towards the Central Art Museum next to Yenching University.

Lu Yuan found out through Google search that there is a special Chinese and foreign art exhibition here today, and there will be a Porsche car show next door tomorrow.

What is your impression of the auto show?

Luxury cars everywhere, people coming and going, and many photographers...

What else?

In addition, there are a bunch of good-looking car models with good looks.

Model car?

right!

That's right!

Lu Yuan had no other intentions, he just came to see the car model, his purpose was very simple and pure.

He wanted to confirm whether his aesthetics was wrong, so he took two approaches to the art exhibition and car exhibition...

Although a bit biased, Lu Yuan found that he seemed to have no other way.

Art exhibitions have always been places where high-profile people go.

Lu Yuan has never been a high-profile person.

If he still knows how to play the piano and guitar, then he is completely ignorant of painting and photography.

He doesn't understand this stuff.

However, no matter it is a photography exhibition or an art exhibition, they all have one thing in common, that is, the human desire for beauty. Basically, people who can go to such places have a certain aesthetic sense, and aesthetics is not a problem.

Lu Yuan doesn't understand?

It doesn't matter if you don't understand, in short, a place with a lot of people must be beautiful. The public's aesthetic view is at least normal. If you don't think it is beautiful, then you can basically be sure that there is something wrong with your aesthetic view.

seem……

This method of proof is somewhat biased.

Even Lu Yuan felt a little off.

However, he couldn't find any other way to prove it for a while, and he hasn't been to any art exhibition since then, so let's treat it as a vacation...

The Central Art Museum is very lively with people coming and going.

Lu Yuan looked at the coolly dressed Yingying sparrows outside the art gallery, and slightly felt that the weather seemed a bit hot.

He looks from the bottom up...

Um……

This figure is fine, that one is good...

When looking at the figure, Lu Yuan felt very attractive, but when looking at the face, Lu Yuan suddenly found that this attractiveness was gradually lost.

He couldn't tell if it was beautiful or not.

This feeling is the same as last night when Lu Yuan watched for several hours the high school belle, house goddess, Internet celebrity...

Lu Yuan was at a loss for these people.

Are these people beautiful?

For some reason, Lu Yuan felt more and more frightened, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that he was finished.

These people turned out to be exactly the same in Lu Yuan's eyes, he didn't feel how beautiful these people were at all.

What the hell, is there something wrong with my sexual orientation?

Lu Yuan had such a shocking idea for no reason!

After Lu Yuan doubted himself, he opened many photos of male gods, and by the way, flipped through the photos of the so-called "tough guys"...

Then……

He was so disgusted by himself that he almost vomited.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

My sexual orientation is normal!

At least when he thought of something that shouldn't be thought of, he felt extremely sick, and his whole body was horrified.

At least he doesn't have a problem with that.

If it is not homosexuality, then it is easy to solve, at most, there is a problem with aesthetics.

So Lu Yuan told Wu Tingting to go to Yanjing. Wu Tingting originally wanted to go with Lu Yuan, but Lu Yuan said that he had no problem at all by himself and refused anyone to follow him.

Wu Tingting felt a little strange after seeing Lu Yuan's mysterious expression.

What is Mr. Lu doing in Yanjing?

Is it about business?

and many more! Mr. Lu's game company seems to have not moved in Yanjing yet, it seems that Mr. Lu has gone to the game company...

Of course, no matter what Wu Tingting thought, she never thought that Lu Yuan went to Yanjing to prove whether there was something wrong with her.

In fact, many times many people are very normal.

However, when a trivial matter happened that no one would care about, and that person suddenly began to have doubts, it became more and more wrong.

Then……

This little thing keeps sprouting in your heart like a seed, making you feel more and more inexplicable.

It's the same as being scared out of illness when you don't get sick.

It's a mental cycle.

Lu Ergouzi, who has always been very free and easy, has finally fallen into this kind of cheating psychological cycle.

So Lu Yuan had a nightmare where all the people in the world suddenly turned into one face...

Woke up with insomnia.

In any case, he wanted to prove that there was something wrong with his aesthetics.

And the source of all these things is a pair of glasses.

Old fashioned black frame glasses.

Is there anything crazier than this?

……………………………

"Sir... please show your ID..."

"Oh...here..."

"Ah, you are... Lu..."

"Hush."

"Oh, okay, sir, please follow me... This is the VIP position, by the way, should I help you find a bodyguard to follow..."

"Don't, don't be like this, I want to be like ordinary people, I don't want to stand out."

"Oh, this..."

"what?"

"Can you sign it for me? I really like you..."

"I don't have pen and paper..."

"I have, you wait here, don't go, wait for me here..."

"Well, okay..."

"Where...is this signed?"

"Sign it on my phone..."

"it is good."

"Wow... your word art is really unique, it is exactly the same as what is said on the Internet and has a collection value! Your artistic style is too strong... it has a post-modern rebellious revival style!"

"???"

Postmodern rebellious revival style?

WordArt?

Art style?

What the hell am I.

Lu Yuan took a serious look at the scribbled signature on the phone case, and then he was a little skeptical about life.

He really doesn't understand art, and he knows that he is not good enough, but he doesn't think that the words he signed are art at all.

If it's really art, wouldn't the shocks I endured in elementary school be wasted?

But this long-legged ticket-checking girl was extremely excited. If it wasn't for the work requirement that she couldn't talk too much, she would definitely be full of praise for Lu Yuan's words, and her expression is completely like a treasure that should be treasured , and even the mobile phone does not have a mobile phone case...

Lu Yuan suddenly realized that it was a wrong decision for him to come to the art exhibition this time.

If everyone's aesthetics is the same as this girl, then I would rather have the wrong aesthetics.

I really just have scribbled handwriting, it's really not art!

Lu Yuan shook his head speechlessly, but finally decided to walk into the art gallery.

The art gallery is very lively, and it seems that there are many good people.

Lu Yuan originally thought that his attire would be unusual here. After all, he was wearing a mask, black-rimmed glasses and hat, a standard three-piece suit for celebrities, but when he actually entered it, he realized that he was very ordinary.

Yes.

There are not many people who dress up like me, and there are also many middle-aged people with disheveled hair and ferocious beards who look very artistic...

Of course, there are not many people in suits and leather shoes.

"Next, we are about to admire Master Glenn's masterpiece, "Distant Sunrise". Master Glenn is a painting genius in the Middle Ages. He is full of beauty inside, with a kind of rebellious tranquility. Look at this morning sun, There is a cloud above the rising sun, which symbolizes the turmoil and hope of the society at that time, and at the same time..."

Lu Yuan followed the crowd into a venue, and then he saw a commentator with a microphone explaining the painting on the wall.

Lu Yuan looked up at the painting.

This painting is indeed very beautiful, and Lu Yuan was attracted by this painting immediately after seeing it.

If you really want to comment, Lu Yuan only has four words!

"Damn it, it looks good!"

and then?

Gone……

With his level of insincere appreciation, he can only conquer the world with one sentence.

but……

The narrator is really strong.

Lu Yuan, a person who doesn't know much about art, was told by the host that this painting was awesome...

And those onlookers were naturally full of admiration, expressing their opinions and describing the beauty of this painting...

Lu Yuan nodded.

It seems that I am the same as everyone else, this painting is really beautiful.

In that case, your own aesthetics should be fine.

"Next, this painting is a representative of abstract painting. When we appreciate this painting, we can't look at it with ordinary eyes. We need to use a deeper aesthetic view. For example, when we look at this kind of lines..."

Lu Yuan looked at another abstract painting on the wall...

He was at a loss.

No matter what the narrator said, how to comment on Lu Yuan was still at a loss.

I can't even say that sentence.

This is art.

Yes!

This is art.

"Wow... this painting is really beautiful!"

"Yeah, it's very artistic. Look at the lines and the triangular frame structure..."

"If you want me to say, this painting is much more beautiful than the one just now..."

"right!"

"..."

Lu Yuan was completely confused in the wind.

His eyes widened, but he found that his aesthetic sense was still painful.

After he turned his head and looked at everyone's fascination and admiration, he scratched his head.

He felt that his itinerary must have been wrong.

"Come on, everyone, follow me again... There is another painting, yes, you guessed it right, it is the painting of the famous painter, old man Shi Gang, "Wheat Field in Autumn"..." The narrator brought everyone back In front of another screen.

Everyone is still obsessed, still admiring...

As for Lu Yuan still standing there stupidly, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that he really didn't have any artistic cells.

Then he sighed and shook his head.

Forget it, this can’t prove my aesthetics, at most it can prove that I have no artistic talent, I’m just an ordinary person through and through…

Lu Yuan sighed.

"Next, after we finish appreciating the painting, let's enjoy another photo. This photo is a photo of modern contradictions and conflicts, decadence and new life... At the same time, there is an exclusive artistic signature in this painting... We this time The exhibition ceremoniously places this photograph in a prime position...”

"Yes! You guessed it right, this is the work of the world-renowned photographer Daniel and the international pianist Lu Yuan... "The Man Smoking a Cigar"!"

"..."

The air suddenly became silent.

Lu Yuan, who was about to leave, raised his head blankly.

Then, he saw a photo.

"This photo is very beautiful, it is a snap shot, and it won the first prize at the Venice International Photography Exhibition in last year's photography exhibition... The photo has a strong charm, and there is a postmodernism in it The style, all the scenes in it are contradictory, but this contradiction is very reasonable..."

"Some people are born with artistic temperament, no one can deny this, first of all, we start with this cigar..."

"..."

"Also, I believe everyone is interested in this signature, right? That's right! This is Lu Yuan's autograph, a signature font recognized by major international photographers. I believe everyone knows this font... Yes, it is also a post-modern rebellion One of the font representatives of the style...or rather, he is a pioneer..."

"..."

Lu Yuan looked at the commentary and explained this photo very excitedly...

There was a burst of admiration and flattery all around...

His mind went blank.

Yes.

is blank...

Then, when the host introduced his signature in a very profound sentence, his expression was very wonderful.

He still couldn't understand what the host said.

Yes!

What the hell is going on in this world?

Could it be...

Am I really an artist? (I really don’t want to be famous..144144544)--(I really don’t want to be famous)