A good painting, when you look at it for the first time, you will immediately be attracted to it, so that you can see the artistic conception in the painting, can make you incarnate the eyes of the painter, see everything he sees, smell what he smells.

Stretch out your hand, so that you seem to be able to really touch everything in the painting, even a piece of snow, a drop of raindrop, a ray of sunshine, can melt and disappear in your hands, and a flower on the ground can also bloom in front of your eyes.

Whether it is the landscape, or the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, all things in heaven and earth, can make you in the artistic conception of this painting and linger, and only this kind of painting will be considered by Ye Wudao as a really good painting.

"Where did this girl go?" Ye Wudao sighed, he searched inside several times but didn't find any trace of that girl, so he had to muttered in his heart: "It's not that I don't want to save you, it's that your own life is not good, don't blame me." ”

The paintings on display inside are also very ordinary, at least for Ye Wudao, he looks at the quality of a painting and judges it differently from others, for him, painting is the same as cultivation, you can't just look at the surface, but Ye Wudao himself doesn't want to think about it, like the kind of painting described in his heart, how many paintings are there in the whole country, even if there are, they are collected by people's treasures, how can he be willing to show them.

The girl couldn't find it, and the painting was not interesting, and he didn't really come in to participate in any painting competition, just as Ye Wudao was about to leave, he suddenly saw a man with a beard, holding a microphone in his hand and speaking loudly.

"All the participants who signed up for the on-site painting competition, please come here, we have prepared the tools for you to paint, and there will be the owner of the gallery, Mr. Shenyang, and the southern painter Chen Hongyi's beloved apprentice, Miss Yan Ruyue, a talented woman of Huaguo, will judge, the winner's painting, Mr. Shenyang will buy it at a high price, and place it in the gallery for people to enjoy, enhance your fame, and the first place, you can also get a painting signed by Miss Yan Ruyue as a reward. ”

As soon as the man's voice fell, the crowd suddenly boiled over, and many people who signed up walked over, if they won, they would not only be able to gain fame and fortune, but also get a handwritten painting of Miss Yan Ruyue, and this reward would be able to resurrect everyone on the spot.

Who is Yan Ruyue? That is the disciple of Chen Hongyi, the master of the Southern Chen Beilu, the Eastern Tang Dynasty, and the master of the Southern School, Chen Hongyi, and is also a well-known talented woman in the Chinese cultural circle.

Especially those young painters who are not married, or do not have girlfriends, are more like playing a few big bowls of chicken blood, their eyes exude a wolf-like light, and they have a bold ambition to compete with the mountain.

At this time, I saw a man and two women walking down the stairs with a red carpet on the second floor, the man is the owner of this gallery, and he is also a well-known young generation of painters in Kyoto.

The three of them came down the stairs, and immediately attracted the attention of everyone below, including Ye Wudao, making him mutter: "It turns out that you are here, and you really have nowhere to find it when you step on iron shoes." ”

And the owner of the gallery has received a lot of girls' gaze, and her eyes discharge him, scratch his head and make gestures, and he has affection.

And those men naturally all set their eyes on Yan Ruyue, as for her sister Yan Ruyan, she is also a big beauty, but compared with her sister Yan Ruyue, it is still a little worse.

After the three of them came down, the owner of the gallery said something welcome to everyone, and Yan Ruyue also gave some encouragement to those who participated in the painting competition, and soon announced that the competition had begun.

And Ye Wudao was also involved in the people who drew in these competitions, he didn't want to participate in it, but this was his chance to follow Yan Ruyue openly, only by getting close to him, Ye Wudao had a way to drive the evil out of her handbag.

However, Ye Wudao didn't think about what ranking he wanted to take, he just planned to draw a few strokes and just forget it, and then find an opportunity to ask her for advice, so that his goal could be achieved.

"Sir, do you have your own paintbrush?" asked a girl who had assigned drawing tools, holding a tray with various brushes in it.

Many people who came to participate in the painting competition brought their own brushes, and the brushes were in the hands of a painter, just like a sword, his own weapon, and they usually liked to use their own things, so this girl would have this question about Ye Wudao.

"Nope. ”

Ye Wudao was not a painter in the first place, where did he come from.

"What kind of paintbrush do you like to use?"

The girl asked him in some surprise.

"Whatever, just give me a normal brush. ”

Ye Wudao still looked very casual, and he really didn't care what pen he used.

"Okay. ”

The girl still chose a good brush for him, and then gave him an inkstone and ink and standard drawing paper.

"The painting time is an hour, there is no limit to the style, there is no limit to the painting school, everyone can start now, please try to be as quiet as possible. The owner announced with a microphone.

"Sister, look, doesn't that guy look like the stalker who stalked us just now?"

Yan Ruyan saw that there was a guy in the painting, as if it was the pervert who was following them just now, and immediately whispered to her sister.

"Sister, don't talk nonsense, maybe I misunderstood him, maybe he just came here to participate in a painting competition, it may be just a coincidence that he is following us. Yan Ruyue whispered.

"I don't believe a perverted stalker can draw a good picture. Sister Yan Ruyan stubbornly decided that Ye Wudao was a stalker, and muttered in her heart.

"Like the moon, like smoke, what are you talking about? Liu Hao, the owner of the gallery, also approached and asked curiously.

"Nothing, we're talking about some girls. Yan Ruyue was worried that her sister was talking nonsense, so she immediately spoke.

(End of chapter)