Chapter 973： We are not his teachers

"Since it hasn't been long since I just started, there are many people who paint better than them. Anyone who sees paintings better than them is called a master. It's not appropriate." The middle-aged man said with disdain, "He talked about it. What master!"

Many people were watching because there was a riot over there.

Don't bother to look at the painting.

Even if you didn't watch, you could hear what they were saying.

Then a crowd of onlookers whispered: "The teacher who talked all the way is He Haoyan, and the uncle is Dong Yanzhen. How dare these people talk all the way?"

"I think these people are not good at coming. They are just looking for trouble. Maybe it's Shan Zhaowei and his ilk."

"I don't know who they are."

"They probably think that even if they have said everything they want, He Haoyan and Dong Yanzhen can't find them because of this trivial matter."

"Yes, just like those rich second-generation celebrities, they have suffered a lot of criticism and verbal attacks. Are their parents not good? But who has come out to speak for the children? Are you being mocked to death?"

"It is true that all people have to suffer this. We ordinary people are all around us who speak bad words behind their backs, not to mention that they, as public figures, must bear more. I have said that, since they have become the public It’s plausible for a character to attract more attention, earn more income, and bear more pressure. If you want to get it, but don’t want to take it, how can there be such a good thing."

"The things Shan Zhaowei said before are too time-consuming. He Haoyan and Dong Yanzhen only came out to prove their identities to talk to Tan Yi, and said that they agreed to use the painting as the title of the film. In addition, they also Didn't say anything."

"So, if you simply question the level of Tanyi's paintings, it is estimated that He Haoyan and Dong Yanzhen will not come out and say anything. Otherwise, if something happens, it would be shameful to find the parents."

"I am now curious about what these people do."

"What about the five of them. I just saw the five of them keep getting together to discuss something, anyway, they are very unkind."

I don’t know who among the crowd said, "You’re not a master if you talk all your heart out, then do you count?"

When the middle-aged man's face turned dark, he heard someone in the crowd say: "These little classmates may not be very professional. Although what you say is awkward, it is not wrong. It is not better than what they painted. Called the master."

Tan Mo and Wei Zhiqian walked up hand in hand.

Everyone in the Tan family followed.

Because except Tan Wenci and Xu Mingzhen, everyone else wore hats and masks.

Wei Zhiqian wore a hat and sunglasses.

Tan deliberately wore a hat, covering most of his face.

In addition, he has only recently gained some exposure. Although everyone has seen a few photos of him on the Internet, the memory is not deep.

Therefore, even if you only wear a hat, no one can recognize it for a while.

Talking about chess and talking about everything is a hat and mask, which is fully equipped.

The middle-aged man looked over, and it turned out that he was talking about Mo.

"It's just that, at least these students have seen that Tan Jinyi paints well. But I haven't seen how good your paintings are?" Tan Mo Yangsheng said, "We don't know what level you are, so we have to Listen to your advice here?"

The middle-aged man did not expect that there is still a nosy person among the crowd watching the excitement.

"You mean, you want me to paint here to prove it to you?" The middle-aged man seemed to be amused. "Even if I don't paint, I can prove that I absolutely have the strength and qualifications to say just now."

"Didn't this student say how the wind is drawn?" The middle-aged man pointed to the painting and said, "You see that the water splashed by the waterfall spreads out, not only because of the splash, but also because of being blown by the wind. , So the direction of the splash is inclined."

"Look at the current, the direction of the current is drawn, not only is the water surface tilted, but also because of the wind blowing."

"You see, the clothes of the person in the painting are also splashing with the water from the waterfall, floating in the same direction as the water flowing." The middle-aged man said, "Wind, you can't paint, you can paint. You can't really paint the wind. This intangible thing."

"But you can use the reference objects in the painting. For example, the direction in which the leaves swing, the direction in which the flowers and plants tilt, the direction in which the water flows, and the direction in which the stones fly to interpret the wind in the painting."

"You didn't pay attention to this detail, but these details affected your senses, telling your subconscious that there is wind in this painting. Take a closer look, is it like this."

The students, including the onlookers, looked at the painting again, and felt a sense of realization.

Looking at this middle-aged man, his eyes are different.

Although this person has an arrogant attitude, he really has two brushes.

"It turned out to be so." The students muttered to themselves, and then watched carefully.

Found that it really is.

It is these references that make them think that they have drawn the wind with all their attention.

I heard the middle-aged sneer, "This kind of little technique, as long as any painter with some experience can do it. It's not a great skill at all."

"It's still a long way to be a master when talking about it all," said the middle-aged man.

"Not bad." said his companion, the man in the black coat, "his paintings are just for outsiders to see. In the eyes of us insiders, this painting is just so ordinary."

The man in the down jacket said: "Mr. He Haoyan and Mr. Dong Yanzhen are both famous masters. As their descendants, they can’t say that they are worthless. Only with such paintings, dare to hang them on display, really misses Mr. He Haoyan and Dong Yanzhen. Mr.'s face."

"Young man, I'm eager to be famous." said the woman with her hair crossed.

The woman with a low ponytail shook her head disappointedly, "When you paint, you must pay attention to the state of mind. How can he draw good works because he is so restless and impetuous? I really want to paint good works, so I concentrate on practicing, don’t Always thinking of becoming famous early."

"His three brothers and sisters all became famous at a young age. He is anxious and not surprised." said the middle-aged man wearing a peaked cap.

"His paintings are so-so?" Tan Mo said coldly, "Well, where are they usually? If you point them out, it's better to say that Tan is convinced. Go back and practice with great concentration. Otherwise, just say so-so, but don't point out where it's so-so. How is this convincing?"

The man in the black coat swelled and said gruffly: "We are not his teachers, and we have no obligation to teach him! How so ordinary, why should we tell him?"

"I thought you were better than Mr. He Haoyan and Mr. Dong Yanzhen." Tan Mo smiled, "It is those two who recognized that you can hang the picture as much as you can."