Chapter 296 Half an Hour to Draw the Full Frame (6800 Votes Plus More)

The man surnamed Xu laughed loudly, and said: "Hahaha, I'm really not afraid that the wind will flash our tongues. We people have read countless paintings since we were young, and there are many masters of painting among them. For example, these few are all famous in China. Famous great painters. But even they dare not say that they have reproduced the paintings they saw when they were young. What's more, since it is a copy of Zhang Sengyou, it is at least an old object from the Tang and Song Dynasties. It is impossible to leave such a masterpiece to you, a child, while the golden mountain is flowing with silver water, right?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone thought it was true, but Shi Lei said nonchalantly: "An antique from the Tang and Song Dynasties, it's just a picture of a Buddha statue brought back from the countryside, painted by an old painter in the countryside."

These words caused an uproar even more, Bai Lao sighed, shook his head, and looked at Wei Xingyue with a little bit of complaint.

Wei Xingyue was full of doubts, looked at Shi Lei, and thought that this guy always had a lot of weird things, although he seemed a little reckless at times, compared to the second generation of them, who were either rich or expensive, he was somewhat ignorant, but it was true Not someone who can talk nonsense.

Gathering her mind, Wei Xingyue asked, "Are you sure you can roughly repaint that painting?"

Shi Lei smiled and said: "When I had nothing to do when I was young, I used a thin piece of paper to cover the painting and copied it for fun. Later, I didn't need transparent paper, and I was able to draw pretty well, and then I learned to color. I really don’t understand painting, if you ask me to paint something else, I dare not say, but as far as this painting is concerned, it definitely looks more like Zhang Sengyou’s handwriting than this one.”

In the exhibition hall, no one believed Shi Lei's words, Bai Lao just shook his head and sighed, and started to stop Wei Xingyue with his eyes, almost intending to drive Shi Lei out. That is to say, Bai Lao's self-restraint, if it were someone else, Shi Lei might not even be able to finish these words.

But Wei Xingyue suddenly smiled, she always had a strange confidence in Shi Lei. This is mainly based on the familiarity with Shi Lei's daily behavior, Wei Xingyue believes that Shi Lei is by no means such a person who speaks freely.

"Uncles, Mr. Bai, I know that everyone doesn't believe it. To be honest, I don't really believe it. However, I have confidence in my friend. Since he said so, I believe he will come up with a better version. Come on. Believe it or not, let him draw a picture and you will know. However, time is limited, and it is unrealistic to complete such a masterpiece. It is better to let Shi Lei draw a head, and you can see the leopard. You are all good at calligraphy and painting Those with profound attainments must be able to see the clues. If you are lucky, the version drawn by Shi Lei can catch the eyes of your uncles, then give him some time and let him reproduce a portrait of Dingguang Tathagata in the future. "

This is true. After all, it is absolutely impossible to complete such a colorful painting in a short period of time. Even for Zhang Sengyou himself, I'm afraid it will take several hours or even longer to brew and paint. Although only one head is drawn, it is indeed enough to see its style and brushwork.

Bai Lao took a deep look at Shi Lei, and asked in a deep voice: "Little friend, can you really?"

Shi Lei smiled and said, "Give me half an hour to forty minutes, and I can draw a complete picture..."

Whoa!

this breath...

Wei Xingyue's face is also changing, Xindao finally found a way for you, you just need to make a little shadow, let these people ignore everything that happened just now, you are lucky, you actually have to do it in thirty or forty minutes complete the painting?

Bai Lao didn't know what to say, he was already very displeased, this young man was too arrogant, not to mention copying from memory, even if he imitated from a painting, many famous painters present would not I dare not say that a painting can be completed in thirty or forty minutes. Fortunately, he kept saying that he didn't understand painting at all, which is really ignorant and fearless.

At this moment, Dumb Chen came out, made a gesture of invitation, and gestured to Wei Xingyue a few times, Wei Xingyue said in a low voice: "My sister told you to go with her to the studio, it's too noisy here for painting. "

Shi Lei nodded, and walked forward.

Wei Xingyue gritted her teeth, she had already uttered the big words in her heart, I just hope that Shi Lei is really sure, and it doesn't need to be too good, just need to have a few or three points of charm, and then from the composition and so on This painting is distinguished. Those present are all experts, so they should be able to see the fundamental difference between the two paintings. At that time, even if Shi Lei thinks that the picture drawn by Shi Lei is really not good, it can be rounded a little bit, after all, no one has ever seen a real portrait of Dingguang Tathagata, and everyone is just relying on speculation.

"Everyone, please stay calm. No matter whether Shi Lei speaks out loud or not, at least give him forty minutes. As his friend, and as the person who invited him to this appreciation meeting today, I am willing to believe him. Of course, Shi Lei has never studied painting, and his understanding of painting itself is very shallow, so it is unavoidable to be ridiculous. I only hope that after the completion of the painting, all uncles can stick to their original intentions. Don't embarrass him in the future. There is no Zhang Sengyao in the world. He can see that it may be just another version of the copy. No one knows which copy can express Zhang Sengyao's style more accurately."

Everyone knew that Wei Xingyue was trying to excuse Shi Lei, but what he said was reasonable, the man surnamed Xu didn't dare to speak at the moment, everyone focused on Bai Lao, this mainly needs Bai Lao's approval.

After thinking about it for a while, Old Bai nodded and said: "Xingyue's words are somewhat reasonable. For example, the composition of the painting made by little friend Shi Lei is obviously different from that of the old man's. Two points of Zhang Sengyao's legacy, he has passed the test. As for the portrait of Dingguang Tathagata he saw, and the one that the old man got, which one is closer to the original work, this is also an untestable matter, and it is not appropriate to delve into it. At the very least, little friend Shi Lei may be able to provide you and me with another possibility of textual research, which can be regarded as a boundless merit."

After Bai Lao said so, everyone naturally echoed in unison.

The next thing is to wait, but the atmosphere in this exhibition hall is a bit delicate, almost no one believes that Shi Lei can draw a satisfactory work, and Bai Lao himself is hard to believe on the one hand, but also a little bit small on the other hand. Little expectations.

Thirty minutes passed quickly, and there were only ten minutes left before the thirty or forty minutes Shi Lei requested.

These ten minutes seemed extremely long.

Finally, the sound of footsteps sounded, and everyone turned their heads to look around. What they heard were extremely fast footsteps, as if someone was running.

The door was pushed open, and Mute Chen rushed in waving her hands with a ecstatic expression on her face. The shape and expression were all exaggerated. Everyone was stunned when they saw this, could it be that Shi Lei really painted a painting with a different future? Could it be that the painting Bai Lao obtained is really a portrait of Dingguang Tathagata created by later generations?

Chen Ya's usual dignified and elegant image was completely gone. She rushed to Bai Lao's side, gesticulating with her hands constantly, her expression brilliant.

While everyone was guessing, Shi Lei also appeared at the gate, and walked in calmly, holding a piece of rice paper two feet by one foot in his hand.

It can be vaguely seen that the paper is colorful and the ink is still wet.

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