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Inside the small green building with red walls, every young and arrogant talent was slowly pouring ink into the exquisite picture scroll.

Although Xiao Yi looked down on these people. However, he was still an outstanding painter among the younger generation. Every single painting was vivid and lifelike. With the endless spring wind blowing on the outside, it could be said that he was trying his best to carve out the charm of this Jiangnan Shuixiang.

The chief judge, famous painter Zhu Sicheng, had reached the Year of Destiny. He had a long beard and his hair was graying slightly. He silently walked in this small building, occasionally looking at the paintings of these young people. At times, he would shake his head; at other times, he would nod.

Every time he passed by those young painters, they would feel an inexplicable sense of nervousness.

Unknowingly, these young painters had all begun to draw to a close. Three, three, five, five began to gather together, whispering to each other as they showed the painting they had just drawn.

Zhang Yuan Yuan was completely intoxicated by his own painting, and a layer of sweat appeared on her forehead. She started to slowly close the brush and finish the last drawing, adding to the charm of the painting.

The smile that appeared to contain a trace of confidence on the corner of his mouth was brimming with energy. It was an exquisite painting of spring, unfolding slowly on the painting in front of him.

After painting, he even arrogantly wrote a line of small words on the painting, 'Flying kite map of the river'. Moreover, he also mentioned a small poem: "The swallow does not return late in the spring, a misty rain apricot blossom cold."

After doing all of this, Zhang Hai nodded his head proudly, looking extremely arrogant. It was as if he had made up his mind that he would definitely get a good evaluation from the chief judge of this exchange. Thus, he was able to soar to greatness. From then on, he was able to rise above the rest of the world in terms of his painting.

After this exchange, the best three pictures would be chosen. Afterwards, it was displayed in the exhibition hall of this small building with red walls and green tiles. It was for the viewing and appreciation of tens of thousands of visiting painters and reporters.

When he opened his eyes, it was as if the painting was already placed in the middle of the exhibition hall. Everyone was clicking their tongues in surprise and cheering. The reporter's flashing lights hit him, and he was a pet of a thousand.

Just as he was feeling pleased with himself. The famous painter Zhu Sicheng slowly walked to the front of the painting, and stared at the painting for a while. Xiao Yan nodded his head in satisfaction. After which, his expression stilled for a moment before he shook his head slightly.

However, this time, the open self-confidence was extremely inflated. He was very satisfied with his own painting, and did not pay attention to Zhu Sicheng behind him, but instead provokingly looked towards Xiao Yi and said: "Since you have some knowledge about painting. "Then, let me see, how about my painting?"

These words were about yin and yang, rising and falling in waves. The antagonistic tone in his words was self-evident.

Xiao Yi saw that haughty and high-spirited spreading out. He only smiled before his gaze landed on the painting that was about to open.

For a moment, Xiao Yi seemed to be completely immersed in that painting. He didn't look away for a long time as he stared at the painting deeply.

"How is it? Are you obsessed with it? " When he opened his eyes and saw Xiao Yi seemed to be immersed in thought, he became even more proud of himself.

It was just that Xiao Yi laughed playfully. Then, he opened his mouth and slowly said, "That's the only way to put it, it's terrible."

"Bad?" Just as he was about to accept the praise, he froze. Then, he spoke in a weird tone, "Then tell me, what's so bad about it? "Hmph, don't say it's sour grapes."

"These years, you have been influenced by foreign abstract painters. Using intuition and imagination as the starting point of creation, we only synthesize the shape and color and organize them on the picture. Hierarchical, tonal clarity. It seems that the aura that has been given to people has the tendency to cause them to daydream about it. " Xiao Yi was affected by the unscrupulous master, his eyes were extremely sharp, and he said slowly: "I presume, this is where you are so arrogant, so full of yourself."

Hearing Xiao Yi's praise of him, his mouth opened slightly, and a proud smile emerged. All these years, he had studied in England, and he had studied a lot about Western painters. This time, he wanted to return to China and lead his countrymen to learn the western abstract style and to create a trend. Thus, his basics were solid.

Hearing Xiao Yi's slow comment, the Zhu Sicheng nodded slightly. Zhang Yuan Yuan, who had already finished writing, also curiously came over.

"However, that's all." The corner of Xiao Yi's mouth slowly raised into a ridiculing smile, and slowly spoke out: "You're too focused on the things on the framing, the things on the techniques. On the contrary, you ignore the fact that good works are primarily to resonate with people's hearts. In other words, this painting of yours is nothing but a facade. That river, in order to highlight the color of the clear, too much ink. From the look of your painting, the river seems to be stagnating. The lines of the flying kite were too stiff and rough. From the looks of it, that flying kite seems to be moving without any wind, and it doesn't have that light swaying posture at all. "

Xiao Yi's words could be said to be extremely sharp. He couldn't comment on the self-satisfied painting that was opened wide all of a sudden. However, he was a man of his words. He had reason and basis, so he could not retort.

Zhu Sicheng who was at the side stroked his long beard and nodded slightly. The one that made such a comment, Xiao Yi, was so young. He couldn't help but shudder, and his eyes lit up.

"Hmph, they are simply trying to force the truth out of us, speaking nonsense." It opened its mouth as if it was dissatisfied with Xiao Yi's comment, and coldly snorted.

However, it was as if Xiao Yi did not see any changes in his emotions at all. He only gave a disdainful laugh, then heavily said, "The worst thing is when you draw that line of words. I wonder if your primary school Chinese is taught by a physical education teacher. It was crooked and looked like a giant earthworm wriggling on top of it. No matter what angle you look at your line of words, they can only be described with one sentence, and that is incomparably ugly. "

Regarding Xiao Yi's evaluation of his word, although he was not convinced, he still opened his mouth wide. However, in the end, he still harrumphed and had no way to retort. All these years, he had been studying abroad. He had not touched Chinese characters for so many years, those words were indeed very ungrateful.

"Originally, that painting was just so-so, but I was barely able to take a look at it." The sneer at the corner of Xiao Yi's mouth grew even stronger: "But, with a line of words matching your words, it's simply terrible, very bad, very bad. To put it more bluntly, this painting you drew, using it as toilet paper, I find it a little rough. "

Towards this painting, Xiao Yi could be said to be berating and belittling it, showing no mercy. Everything from calligraphy to painting was a blow. The confidence he had just gained swelled up like an eggplant from the winter frost. His face was now ashen.

"A bunch of bullshit." After a while, he finally opened his mouth and said angrily.

However, after Xiao Yi finished commenting. Clasping his fist, he stood at the side and didn't say anything else. With a cold expression, the sneer on his face became even more pronounced.

By the side, the famous painter Zhu Sicheng swept his eyes across Xiao Yi from time to time. This was because Zhu Sicheng was beginning to become somewhat interested in this young man.

For the opening of this painting, it was indeed thick ink and thick color. It was quite gorgeous. However, he felt that something wasn't right. And yet, this Zhu Sicheng was unable to say anything at the moment. At this time, after hearing Xiao Yi's comment, she had instead become enlightened all of a sudden. This was indeed the case, as Zhu Sicheng praised Xiao Yi's sharp gaze.

"Xiao Yi, how about you take a look at my painting?" It was as if this Zhang Yuan Yuan was trying to break the siege, and was asking for help.

"There's no need to look at that painting of yours." Xiao Yi shot a glance at him, and lightly said: "I feel that the entire painting is too dry. There was too little water, and it did not have the charm of the Jiangnan Shuixiang's water vapor. "If you add more water, the charm of your painting will suddenly increase by quite a few levels."

Listening to Xiao Yi's comment, that Zhang Yuan Yuan was slightly stunned. She was still unable to figure out what Xiao Yi's intentions were, that so-called water was too little and the entire painting was too dry.

Just that, by the side, the famous painter Zhu Sicheng, nodded his head heavily.

In front of these young painter s, all of their work was completed. Xiao Yi's comment on Zhang Yuan Yuan and the painting that was opened was just a small episode. Immediately, these young painter handed their prized paintings to the judge, and waited quietly for the results.

Zhang Yuan Yuan's face was perturbed, and at the end, she was still a little nervous. On the contrary, it was the opening of her mouth that calmed him down. Her entire body was glowing with confidence.

When he inadvertently glanced at the paintings of the other young painter s in the house, he had an idea. His own painting was definitely one of the best and could be said to be of the highest quality.

"Yuan Yuan, don't listen to his nonsense. If he truly was powerful, why not participate in the exchange between young painter's painting techniques? There were always many people in this world who could not eat grapes and called them sour grapes. In my opinion, the two of us can definitely enter the top three today. You don't have to worry too much. Look, your forehead is covered in sweat. "

He opened his mouth and started to comfort Zhang Yuan Yuan. His words were gentle, as if he was a competent boyfriend.

However, when that opened gaze moved away from Zhang Yuan Yuan's forehead. Inadvertently, she sneaked a peek at Zhang Yuan Yuan's bountiful Shuang Feng, a hint of greed flashing past her eyes.

This opening was not really because he wanted to renew the old relationship with this Yuan Yuan. It was because he had started to covet that Yuan Yuan's well-developed body.