Chapter 682

"Ah, what did you say?"

Ye Guangrong came back and asked.

"You Are you better than that? "

Zhao Ying is about to vomit blood because of Ye Rongrong's attitude.

Brother, please be serious. This attitude is just ignoring yourself.

It's crazy.

"Well, you've done it. It's good. It's still a painting. It's beautiful with mountains and water. It's much better than this ghost painting."

Ye Rongrong looked at Zhao Ying's landscape paintings and nodded his head. In Ye Rongrong's view, this is the real art of painting.

"You..."

Zhao Ying was too angry to speak.

I think the most perfect painting of this year has become a ghost in Ye Guangrong's mouth. It's really irritating.

"Don't just talk but don't practice. If you have the ability, draw one quickly!" A member of the painting and Calligraphy Association looked at Ye Rongrong contemptuously and said.

In his opinion, ye Guangrong is a stick that only talks but not practices.

"It seems that if I don't show my hand, you are not convinced. What should I draw?" Ye Rongrong thought about it.

"Draw me!"

Liu Yifei said excitedly.

Since seeing that kind of aesthetic portrait in Liu Qingqing's bedroom, Liu Yifei thinks, when will ye Guangrong be able to draw such an aesthetic portrait for himself.

All along, Liu Yifei doesn't know how to speak. After all, Liu Yifei knows some painting art and knows that Liu Qingqing's portrait hanging on her bedroom is absolutely valuable if it is put up for auction. At least, she can't afford it.

"Good."

Ye Guangrong looks at Liu Yifei and agrees.

Taking up the brush, ye Rongrong painted on a blank piece of paper beside Zhao Ying's painting. There were not too many colors. Ye Rongrong only used black and white colors, and used a single brush. Soon a gorgeous beauty appeared on the paper.

Although it is only a very monotonous black and white portrait, it gives people a kind of enjoyment of visual beauty.

"This..."

Master Chen was stunned.

"My God

People from the painting and calligraphy association are stupid.

"What a beautiful person, what a beautiful painting!"

People who see the beautiful women on the screen are amazed.

"My God, it seems that people live in paintings."

Zhang Linlin looks at Ye Guangrong's painting and feels like hell. If it wasn't for her good friend Liu Qingqing, Zhang Linlin even suspects that her good friend has gone to the painting.

Although the painting is only a very monotonous black and white color, it gives people a living feeling, especially the eyes, as if they are staring at themselves.

We can't help but think of the famous painting "Mona Lisa's smile", and suddenly feel that this painting is much better than "Mona Lisa's smile".

"Mom, it's a beautiful picture."

The little girl in Princess Costume said to her mother.

The voice of the little girl immediately called back the thoughts of the whole hall from the portrait of Ye Rongrong.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes to Ye Rongrong were full of shock.

In particular, people from the painting and calligraphy association are all under the influence of

who is this person?

The level of traditional Chinese painting is no longer the level of a master. It has definitely exceeded the level of a master and reached the level of a legendary master.

But such a person, how can they have never heard of before.

At this time, the people of the painting and Calligraphy Association felt like they were poor frogs at the bottom of the well.

"Sir, can you sell me this painting at any price?"

Back to God, Chen Desheng, a master of traditional Chinese painting, looked at Ye Guangrong admiringly and said.

As far as this painting is concerned, Chen Desheng knows that in the art of traditional Chinese painting, he is far behind the young man in front of him, and there is an insurmountable gap.

"Don't buy it."

Ye Rongrong directly shook his head and said. His painting is Liu Yifei. Of course, ye Guangrong will give it to Liu Yifei.

No matter how much money others give, ye Guangrong will sell it. This is Ye Guangrong's principle of life.

"I don't know, master."

Although a little disappointed, Chen Desheng no longer forced him to ask for ye Guangrong's name. After all, in Chen Desheng's opinion, the person who can draw such a peerless Chinese painting will never be unknown. Maybe he was born in a secluded family of calligraphy and painting.

"I'm not a master, just a farmer." Ye Rongrong said lightly.

"Farmers?"

"Elder brother, you don't have to do that even if you want to be forced."

"If the level of farmers' painting is so high now, all of them will jump off the building. Where can they be called calligraphers?"Hearing Ye Guangrong's words, people from the painting and Calligraphy Association didn't believe Ye Guangrong's words at all.

"I lost."

Zhao Ying said weakly. Zhao Ying can't do without giving up. Her landscape painting is not one or two different from other people's portraits. It's not the same level of calligraphy and painting at all.

Just now, when ye Rongrong painted this portrait, the ink was very light. Soon, the ink of this portrait was completely dry.

"Here you are."

Ye Guangrong rolled up the paper and handed it to Liu Yifei.

"For me?"

Liu Yifei asked in surprise.

You know, Liu Yifei has always admired Liu Qingqing's unique portrait, which can be handed down as a family heirloom.

Today, ye Guangrong has also painted a peerless portrait for himself. Although it is far less perfect than Liu Qingqing's painting, Liu Yifei thinks it is enough.

This is also a unique portrait recording one's own beauty and youth, which can be handed down to one's descendants as a family heirloom.

"The beauty in the painting is you. Of course, it's for you."

Ye Guangrong said with a smile. Ye Guangrong has always wanted to give Liu Yifei a gift, but he didn't think about what to give her. On a whim, I'll draw a picture and give it to her. It's more meaningful than a gift.

"Thank you

Liu Yifei excitedly takes Ye Guangrong's painting and holds it in her arms for fear of being robbed.

Liu Yifei thought about it and asked someone to mount the painting tomorrow, just like Liu Qingqing, and hang it in her bedroom, so that you can see it every day.

"Well, handsome guy, can you also help me draw a portrait?"

Looking at Liu Yifei holding the painting in her arms, Zhang Linlin envies it. Zhang Linlin also wants to have a perfect portrait of her own. She can't help but wink at Ye Guangrong and ask.

"No!"

Ye Guangrong directly denies that Zhang Linlin is not related to her, and she and I just know each other today, so ye Guangrong won't have the spare time to paint for her.

"Stingy!"

Zhang Linlin looks at Ye Rongrong and says.

"I think it's time we got out of here."

Ye Guangrong saw that so many people in the exhibition hall looked at themselves like monkeys, which made Ye Guangrong a little uncomfortable. He didn't want to stay here any longer, so he said.

"Well, let's go."

Liu Yifei takes Ye Guangrong's hand and goes outside the club.

Anyway, she has already participated in Zhao Ying's personal exhibition. As for her being beaten in the face by Ye Guangrong, Liu Yifei thinks that she deserves it. Who let her grow up is always calculating others. This time, she digs a hole and jumps by herself. She deserves her bad luck.

Liu Yifei will not comfort her!

"Wait for me, Feifei. Do you mind if I take your boyfriend's hand?"

Seeing that ye Guangrong and Liu Yifei are going to leave, Zhang Linlin rushes after them, takes Ye Guangrong's other arm and says to Liu Yifei on the other side.

"Can I say no?"

Liu Yifei said with a glance of her friend.

"Oh, of course not."

Zhang Linlin said with a smile. Now Zhang Linlin is very curious about what Liu Yifei's farmer boyfriend does. Her paintings are better than those of traditional Chinese painting masters.

Zhang Linlin doesn't believe that ye Guangrong is an ordinary farmer.

"then you still ask."

Liu Yifei said gloomily.

"Master, can you leave a contact information?"

Li Desheng saw that ye Rongrong was about to leave, so he quickly caught up and said. In Li Desheng's opinion, this young man's attainments in calligraphy and painting are far above himself, even in China. In traditional Chinese painting, none of the people Li Desheng knows can reach this level.

When Li Desheng was young, he followed his master to learn traditional Chinese painting. His master said that the real calligraphy and painting people were in the folk, and Li Desheng didn't believe it very much.

Now that Li Desheng believes that such a young man can draw such a picture, doesn't that explain the problem.

"No

Ye Guangrong refused directly. Ye Guangrong is not prepared to develop in the calligraphy and painting industry, so he doesn't want to have anything to do with these people.

"On behalf of the Chinese painting and Calligraphy Association, I invite you to join the association." Chen Desheng invited.

"Not interested."

Ye Rongrong shook his head and said. Ye Rongrong is really not interested in joining these associations.

"Sir, you can consider joining the painting and Calligraphy Association. There are only advantages but no disadvantages."

Chen Desheng advised Ye Rongrong. Chen Desheng sincerely hopes that ye Rongrong can join the Chinese painting and Calligraphy Association. What the Chinese painting and calligraphy industry lacks now is a leading figure, and this young man's painting skills can be a leading figure in the Chinese painting and calligraphy industry.

"Thank you. I don't need it."

With that, ye Rongrong takes Liu Yifei and Zhang Linlin outside."It's a pity..."

Chen Desheng is a little lost. The art level of Chinese painting and calligraphy is getting worse and worse. To a large extent, these folk artists are too indifferent to fame and wealth.

In a corner of the hall on the first floor of the club, Lin Wanrong looked maliciously at Ye Rongrong's figure and asked the people around him, "have you arranged for everyone?"

"Lin Shao, don't worry. It's all arranged. At least let the boy break his leg." Zhao Yunhai coldly stares at the figure of Ye Rongrong who comes out of the gate of the club and says.

"Good. I want him to understand that robbing women from me is killing himself."

Lin Wanrong said maliciously, in Lin Wanrong's view, Liu Yifei is his own, no one can compete with him.

"That's, that's, and only a beautiful woman like Liu Yifei is worthy of Shanglin." Zhao Yunhai flattered him.

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