Chapter 307 Old Chen, I'm Right Next to You...

How can a person who doesn't even know what art is an artist?

What the hell is art?

What post-modernity, what pattern, what irony, what expressiveness...

These inexplicable and deep words made Lu Yuan's head hurt.

Moreover, the person who hosted the commentary was trying his best to praise Lu Yuan's words, and he heard Lu Yuan's embarrassing cancer.

At this moment, he was really convinced that he had come to the wrong place.

The aesthetics shown in the art exhibition are very compelling and deep, but the aesthetics that Lu Yuan needs to prove is not these, what he needs to prove is actually very shallow.

It's just that simple beauty and ugliness.

Of course, Lu Yuan did not leave this place immediately, nor did he refute on the spot whether this photo and the signature really mean that. Lu Yuan still thinks it looks better, for example, the western oil paintings of men and women working and farming next to the second floor...

Lu Yuan felt quite attractive...

Art.

Too bad no one is watching.

In addition to this pair, there is also the oil painting of "Goddess of Autumn" in the last row half-wrapped in gauze skirts with tall and straight mountains.

This gave Lu Yuan a sense of boldness.

Are some mighty fighting movies in the island country considered art?

Looking at it, such an inexplicable idea suddenly appeared in Lu Yuan's mind.

As soon as this idea came up, for no reason, Lu Yuan's mind came up with the photos of the high school goddesses he had seen last night...

Although I may be a little face-blind in terms of appearance, but just looking at the figure, it is indeed interesting.

It seems to be a fight with "Goddess of Autumn"?

in particular……

Pooh!

How could I think such nonsense in such a serious place!

I'm such a serious person!

Nima!

Lu Yuan criticized himself for a long time,

Finally suppressed the miscellaneous thoughts in my mind, and then walked to the other side of the traditional Chinese painting area.

Huh?

Why are there so many people around the traditional Chinese painting area carrying cameras to take pictures and videos?

And so quiet?

Lu Yuan looked at the hall in front of him, and when there was a crowd of people around a few tables without saying a word, he walked over there curiously.

After all, he wanted to join in the fun, and Lu Yuan was bored in the art exhibition anyway, so he walked over to have a look.

However, when he walked to the edge, he found that there were too many people here, and he simply couldn't make it through...

He randomly asked a young man with a cropped cut.

"Um, what are you doing here?"

"Hush, keep your voice down, Shen Chonghe, a master of traditional Chinese painting, is painting on the spot..."

"Um, painting on the spot... Shen Chonghe, the master of Chinese painting?" Lu Yuan was very strange when he heard this.

He has been in the entertainment circle since he came to this world, and he knows little about famous masters of traditional Chinese painting, and he doesn't know who Shen Chonghe is at all.

"Yes, this is the last masterpiece of Master Shen Chonghe. We are really blessed to be able to witness the birth of a masterpiece!" The young man with a flat-inch head sighed, and then continued to look at it through the gaps in the crowd. Go for a look of relish.

There were too many people, and Lu Yuan couldn't squeeze in, and couldn't find a suitable place to get in and watch.

He could only smell the faint scent of ink rising from the surroundings.

He shook his head and turned away regretfully.

If he was a fan of traditional Chinese painting, he would probably squeeze in like this young man, desperately wanting to see the birth of this so-called masterpiece...

It's a pity that he's not. It's good to see this thing and get a lot of insight, but it doesn't matter if you don't see it.

Just after Lu Yuan walked a few steps, there was a sound of footsteps downstairs, and then Lu Yuan saw a group of people coming...

Um?

After seeing this group of people, Lu Yuan was slightly stunned.

Father Chen Guanxiong?

Professor Liu?

And that girl in a long skirt with a quiet face...

What is this person's name?

correct!

Called Chen Xi?

Behind are Dao Yuting and a group of young talents from the Poetry Club?

How did they come here?

Lu Yuan subconsciously gave way...

When Chen Xi passed by Lu Yuan's side, he glanced at Lu Yuan with a slightly strange look in his eyes.

Why is this man standing here all alone?

Of course, she just glanced at it and followed Chen Guanxiong into the hall.

After Chen Guanxiong and others arrived at the scene, those who had been surrounding all subconsciously retreated to the side and took the initiative to make way...

"It's done! Haha! Guanxiong, are you here? Come, have a drink!"

"Brother Chonghe, what's the matter?"

"Haha, I've integrated my spirit and my comprehension over the past few years into this painting..."

"Very good, very good, it seems that brother Chonghe is going to leave another painting handed down from generation to generation, haha, but it's a pity..."

"What are you sorry about?"

"It's a pity that I'm late. If I could have arrived an hour earlier, I would have been able to see the fairy figure painted by brother Chonghe!"

"It's not too late, it's not too late... Come, let's have a drink first!"

"Okay, come on!"

"Brother Ma, Brother Liu, don't bother looking at the paintings, come, let's have a drink together, after drinking, we can talk about the Spring and Autumn Period!"

"it is good!"

Lu Yuan looked up after hearing the voice, and then saw through the crowd an old man with white beard and hair holding a writing brush in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, looking extraordinarily free and easy.

This is a kind of carefree and dripping feeling of finishing the work.

Chen Guanxiong, like the other old men, also picked up the wine glass and poured a small glass of wine, took a sip, and at the same time expressed his emotion about the good wine.

As a cultural person, it's normal to drink a little wine when you're excited.

This glass of wine seemed to make these old people very happy, like a painting.

The reporters carrying the cameras were very excited to take pictures of this scene. They knew that this photo might become a treasured collection photo in many years...

Shen Chonghe's last work!

This must be extremely precious!

The last final work of many masters is not only invaluable, but also passed down through the ages...

To be able to stand in the midst of this history and watch this moment begin and end is a privilege in itself.

Several old people stared at the painting after drinking.

Naturally, there was a burst of praise and a burst of surprise.

"Today, I asked you brothers to come here to ask for something. I want to accompany this painting with a poem... You brothers are all researchers of ancient poetry in the Chinese poetry circle today... Can you suggest a poem for me?" Chonghe was a little drunk, but he looked at everyone with a bright smile on his face.

"This poem is not easy to mention!" Professor Liu looked at the painting, but shook his head while admiring it. If it is an ancient poem, it is really ridiculous..."

"Hahaha!"

Everyone laughed.

After Lu Yuan stood there and looked at these people, he felt a little bit entangled...

It's unreasonable not to say hello when you meet acquaintances, but wouldn't you be exposed when you say hello?

How embarrassing.

And that's not the purpose of coming here today, is it?

After struggling for a while, Lu Yuan turned around and walked down the second floor to the first floor.

In the easternmost corner of the first floor, there were still a group of people nodding and commenting around the picture of him smoking a cigar, occasionally sending out bursts of emotion and embarrassing praise for Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan got goosebumps all over his body...

He paused for a while with a wry smile, then walked towards the exit of the art gallery.

"You...you left?"

"Oh, yes……"

"Uh, I'm still thinking about... wanting to treat you to a meal..."

"Let's have a chance next time."

"okay……"

The long-legged ticket-checking girl suddenly felt a little regretful, but she didn't know what to say...

after all……

She and Lu Yuan really don't know each other well.

After Lu Yuan left the art gallery, he took a look at the Porsche show next door...

Although the auto show hasn't exactly started yet, it seems...

Are these models already here?

……………………………

"Splashing ink on it... rising from the stone, a bit lingering, a bit immortal... Brother Shen, your painting is indeed very artistic and flavorful, but I can't write the corresponding poems for a while... Although I can't write it in my mind There are a few bits of poetry in it, but they are not worthy of this painting."

"Yes, Brother Shen, I am the same!"

"Poetry is not something that can be done overnight. It needs to be realized in many cases. Brother Shen, if not, I will come to a poem on the cold stage..."

"Brother Shen, what do you think of my song?"

"..."

The old people all smiled when they saw the painting, but a few old people shook their heads after thinking for a while. They can write poems, but at this critical moment, you must have a poem that can be integrated into the painting just work.

However, the creation of poetry does not happen overnight, even for talented people, it takes time.

Some of the old people recited a few poems, but after recited, they felt that the taste was not right, and finally shook their heads and gave up.

"My friends, don't be idle, let's brainstorm together... I know that you are all talented people." Shen Chonghe smiled and looked at the younger generation.

Several people of the younger generation naturally feel eager to try.

Chen Guanxiong is very good at composing music, but if he is asked to write poetry, he can't write it at all, and it is a classical poem...

Classical poetry itself needs a certain background...

His background is a little worse.

After hearing Shen Chonghe's words, he thought of Lu Yuan.

The talented young man himself seems to have had no contact with him for a while.

I don't know what's going on with him lately.

So Chen Guanxiong called Lu Yuan's company while he was in the bathroom...

Usually, Lu Yuan answered the company calls, but this time it was Lu Yuan's manager Wu Tingting.

Chen Guanxiong's eyes lit up when Wu Tingting told Chen Guanxiong that Lu Yuan was not at the company but came to Yanjing.

Lu Yuan came to Yanjing?

Although Wu Tingting didn't say what Lu Yuan was doing, Chen Guanxiong was really pleasantly surprised.

He planned to have a drink with Lu Yuan after the work here, and then talk about the creation of the song...

After hesitating for a while, he called Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan's phone is like that bird, it's always turned off for ten thousand years...

He had called several times before, so the first time he thought of Lu Yuan was calling Lu Yuan's company.

But this time the kid seemed to pick it up very quickly?

……………………………

"Hello? Old Chen..."

"I'm in Yanjing Central Art Museum..."

"I know……"

"you know?"

"Yeah that's right. "

"Where are you?"

"I'm right next to you..."

"Beside?" Chen Guanxiong looked around.

"Cough, cough, I'm outside the Central Art Museum..."

"???"

"Well, I'm sorry... I didn't say hello to you just now... I just felt that this occasion was a bit inappropriate..."

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