Chapter 897

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

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

Then he asked, "why do you want to show it today?"

"Because, that important person, is here today."

The exhibition is not so much for fans as for Yao'er.

The two old men walking in the rear, seeing that Zhang Bo has been talking to Mr. Yun, have mixed feelings.

If, in the beginning, they were like Zhang Bo, things would not turn out like this.

At least, I can have a word or two with Mr. Yun who has been admiring for a long time.

Instead of being isolated.

It's really hard to be hated by idols.

"Here we are."

In the center of the exhibition hall, a picture is on the glass wall.

The crowd looked over.

"Wow."

Everyone can't help exclaiming.

This painting is so beautiful. It is similar to the paintings on display by Jiang enren, but it is quite different.

Because the baby girl's eyes are different from those of Jiang enren.

The former is to close her eyes, while in this painting, the baby girl gently opens a seam between her eyes.

It looks like Danfeng's eyes, but it looks like the eyes of a fox.

White eyes are also very white, black and white, the baby's eyes without impurities are vividly depicted.

And the pupil with the heart, like gathering the world's most pure black, the most central point, there is a trace of candlelight reflected in it, shining, pure and bright soul.

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

The candle flickers, the darkness and the darkness of the pupil merge into one, and the candle lights the darkness.

This painting is totally different from the artistic conception depicted by Jiang enren.

It's like in the dark, this light makes the world a better place.

See this painting, there will be a new beautiful, people feel happy.

Tang Yaoyao took a deep breath. In the picture, she is lifelike. It seems that she can be held out of her hand.

This feeling, too wonderful, I can't help excited.

People in the field of calligraphy and painting, just look at it, have the answer in their heart.

Fu yunmo is the original work, the baby girl's eyes open, there is a point of the eye.

On the contrary, Jiang enren just copied the baby girl's eyes. He couldn't finish it. He simply closed them, so it gave people a totally different feeling.

This painting is so beautiful and wonderful.

Even if you copy a painting with a completely different artistic conception, it's amazing. What's more, is it the original painting?

Lai Xian was silent.

At this moment, even if he wants to believe Jiang enren, it is impossible.

Everyone looked at Jiang enren.

He looked at the words in front of him in shock and whispered: "how can How could it be... "

We don't understand what he meant by that.

Zhang Bo first opened his mouth: "Jiang enren, do you still want to insist that you are the original?"

Jiang enren immediately retorted: "I am! I'm the original work. My master can testify, and so can my wife. They watched me finish it one by one. It took me a whole month. It's my original work. It's just a coincidence. It's really just a coincidence. "

Lai Xian frowned: "I agree with Mr. Yun's previous words. You may draw the same scenery, but you can't draw the same people, unless you follow the painting."

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