Ten consecutive draws at the beginning, let’s bring you the super-running mansion!

Chapter 150 Talking on paper?

The three walked together.

The No. [-] exhibition hall is very large, almost over a thousand square meters, and the display cabinets on the wall are full of scrolls, all of which are works of members of the Hangzhou Painting and Calligraphy Association.

The flow of people in the exhibition hall shuttles, some people stop to admire, some people take pictures.

This exhibition is mainly Chinese paintings, including many calligraphy works, and even the framed pictures are a bit antique.

Su Jingyi and Lin Mowan walked in front holding hands, Jiang Chen followed with his belt in his belt, yawning boredly.

He has obtained a master of painting, and his appreciation ability has naturally improved. Although the scrolls in front of him seem exquisite, they are unsightly in his eyes.

Lin Mowan noticed this scene, and said in a low voice, "Jingyi, your boyfriend doesn't seem to be interested in these things."

Su Jingyi smiled, "Maybe it's because these things don't catch his eye."

"Ah?" Lin Mowan was taken aback.

The authors of these paintings are not students, most of them are works of masters in Hangcheng, and it is not a problem to sell a random painting for 10,000+.

This is not eye-catching?The breath is too loud, right?
Lin Mowan shook her head and smiled, thinking that Su Jingyi was protecting Jiang Chen's face.

"Wow! Come see this!"

Lin Mowan's eyes lit up, and she pulled Su Jingyi to a painting, "It's "The Old Man Under the Tree"! It's the work of Mr. Deng Chunsheng!"

"Deng Chunsheng? Mr. Deng, a professor at Hangzhou Academy of Fine Arts?" Su Jingyi asked.

"That's right! At that time, someone offered hundreds of thousands of dollars to buy this painting, but Mr. Deng rejected it! Look at the composition and brushwork, it's really classic!" Lin Mowan praised while admiring it.

"Ah~"

Jiang Chen couldn't help but yawned, and even stretched himself.

Lin Mowan looked back at him, a smirk flashed in her eyes, "Mr. Jiang, what do you think of this painting?"

Jiang Chen didn't even look at it, he nodded and said, "Okay, that's great!"

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Lin Mowan couldn't help laughing, "Can you have some snacks?"

Jiang Chen took a closer look, shook his head and said, "It's not that I don't care about it, it's that the painter doesn't care about it."

Lin Mowan was taken aback, "You mean, Mr. Deng Chunsheng doesn't care about it?"

"I know who Deng Chunsheng is, but this painting is really... so-so." Jiang Chen said.

He didn't say it too harshly, in fact, in his opinion, it is not an exaggeration to call it a free draft.

too poor.

A trace of displeasure flashed in Lin Mowan's eyes, this person is so frivolous!

"Then please tell me, Mr. Jiang, why is this painting so mediocre?"

Jiang Chen asked back: "Tell me first, what's so good about this painting?"

"What's the good thing? Brushstrokes, composition, pattern, which one is not at the level of a master?" Lin Mowan said dissatisfied.

"These aspects are indeed passable, but they are still a failure."

"Failure?"

Lin Mowan was a little angry, does this person know how to paint?
Did Su Jingyi really find an embroidered pillow?
But for the sake of her friend, she endured it, "Please explain in detail."

"Leave aside the charm." Jiang Chen pointed to the old man in the painting and said, "This is called the old man under the tree. Although this old man is leaning on a cane, his back is as straight as a pine. Does he have a trace of oldness?"

"what?"

Lin Mowan looked at it, and she was indeed right.

Although the details outlined by the old man are sufficient, it is indeed a bit less old-fashioned.

Jiang Chen continued: "In addition, there are flowers on the tree, which means that it is in the flowering period at this time. This is a palm tree, which mostly grows in the south of the Yangtze River, and the flowering period is 5-6 months. Miss Lin, what is the temperature in May and June in the south of the Yangtze River? "

Lin Mowan thought for a while, "It's close to 30 degrees, which is quite hot."

"Then take a look at what clothes the old man is wearing?"

"clothing?"

Lin Mowan looked carefully, and was stunned.

The old man in the painting is wearing a heavy cotton-padded coat and a pair of cotton-padded shoes, clearly dressed in autumn and winter!
Jiang Chen said indifferently: "In order to make the painting more vivid, the painter forcibly added yellow flowers into it, but it turned this painting into a 'fake' one! So I said that this is a failed product that doesn't care about it. Wrong?"

Lin Mowan lowered her head, her throat felt a little dry.

She was powerless to argue.

No one has ever noticed such a big flaw.

Regardless of whether Jiang Chen is crazy or not, whether he can draw or not, this insight is enough to make people admire!

It seems that I underestimated him.

"Mr. Jiang has really good eyesight. He is also a master of traditional Chinese painting, right?" Lin Mowan couldn't help using the honorific title.

Jiang Chen said with a smile: "It's just talk on paper."

"Ok."

Thinking about it, Jiang Chen is too young.

Although the eyesight is good, but the painting skills and charm, it takes time to settle.

Suddenly she remembered something and said, "Please help me to look at this painting again."

After speaking, he took the two of them to the display cabinet in the outer hall.

"What does Mr. Jiang think of this picture of living in a mountain?" Lin Mowan asked expectantly.

Jiang Chen glanced, "Tell the truth?"

"of course."

"Worthless."

"Cough cough!"

Su Jingyi patted her chest, almost choking on her saliva.

Lin Mowan quietly clenched the hem of her skirt, her face flushed slightly, "Why are you so worthless?"

Jiang Chen said strangely: "It's worth nothing? Even though the brushstrokes of this painting are still delicate, it's just that. Both the composition and technique are too bad! As for things like Shen Yun, it's even more irrelevant." , I can probably draw it with my feet.”

"Jiang Chen." Su Jingyi tugged at his clothes, interrupting his smooth talk.

"what happened?"

"This painting was drawn by Mo Wan."

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Jiang Chen looked at Lin Mowan, who had her head bowed and her face flushed, feeling a little embarrassed for a moment.

This is so special.
didn't you tell me sooner?

Being criticized by Jiang Chen, Lin Mowan's face turned red, and her eyes were very complicated.

Su Jingyi said nervously: "Mo Wan, Jiang Chen didn't mean that, so don't take it to heart."

"Yeah, what I just said was a bit exaggerated, but it's actually not that bad." Jiang Chen comforted.

This is Su Jingyi's friend, so I should show some face.

"It's not that bad, how bad is it?" Lin Mowan looked at him and asked seriously.

Jiang Chen spoke quickly: "Anyway, I definitely can't draw it with my feet."

"puff."

Instead, Lin Mowan was amused by him, and patted Su Jingyi on the head, "You guys, how can I have such a bad mood? I know that I am not good at drawing, and I just want everyone to criticize it this time. Is there any progress?"

Su Jingyi breathed a sigh of relief, "Come on, you are the number one talented woman in the Hangzhou Painting and Calligraphy Association! Who dares to say that your paintings are not good, I will be the first to disagree~!"

"He just said it." Lin Mowan pouted, pointing at Jiang Chen.

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Su Jingyi sneered and said, "Hehe, my Jiang Chen is of course an exception."

"You value sex over friends!" Lin Mowan was annoyed and funny.

When she was first mentioned by Jiang Chen, she was indeed a little embarrassed, but after thinking about it, even Mr. Deng Chunsheng's works were failures in the eyes of the other party, so what was she?
Moreover, there is a high probability that Jiang Chen is a "king of mouth", that is, a so-called connoisseur.

The questions he picked were all common-sense flaws, and he didn't make any judgments on skills.

It should belong to the kind of person who has good eyesight and is good at picking out other people's mistakes, but his own painting skills are average.

Otherwise, how could he not even know Deng Chunsheng?
Thinking about it this way, she felt much more balanced.

(End of this chapter)