The Internet celebrity participated in the role of Wolf Warrior, and the whole Internet scolded him

After all, when I came here today, I came here in a low-key way. Now that it's lively, all the previous preparations will be in vain.

After a while, the two walked out of the art gallery and walked into the exhibition center next door.

Seeing those car models with long legs... Bah!Seeing those luxury cars, Wang Sichao's eyes lit up, and after pulling Li Jiahang in, he began to talk eloquently.

"Boss, you have taken a fancy to that one, I'll buy it for you."

"Others want to order a car, but the boss wants it, so I'll buy the show car!"

Young Master Wang is full of confidence.

especially......

It is really admirable to pay for work.

Chapter 698

Beijing Art Museum.

After several hours of effort, Mr. Feng Wangjiang finally put pen to paper, completing the final work of his artistic career.

Looking at the painting, his mood was extremely complicated.

This is his last work.

Satisfied, he is very satisfied.

Disappointed, and so was he.

If possible, he really didn't want to end up here.

However, his body no longer allowed him to continue painting.

His hands were no longer steady, and his eyes were no longer sharp.

But in any case, this painting is his pinnacle!

Moreover, not only he thought so, everyone present had the same opinion.

A group of people are full of praise and amazement.

In particular, Fan Moumou, who has deep artistic attainments and is also a friend of Feng Wangjiang, gave his old friend great affirmation!

......

at this time.

At the auto show, Li Jiahang and Wang Sichao also gave great affirmation to the sports car behind the model.

However, neither Wang Sichao nor Li Jiahang bought a car on the spot.

Li Jiahang is purely feeling meaningless.

Even if he buys a car, he doesn't drive it. Wherever he usually goes, the company's nanny car is enough.

As for Wang Sichao.

People at his level would naturally not buy a car at an auto show.

In fact, with his spending power, every top sports car manufacturer would take the initiative to call him to ask if he wanted to order a new car when it was about to be launched.

So this matter is meaningless.

The two of them simply left the auto show and planned to go to Yu Qian's racecourse for fun.

Just as he was leaving the house, Li Jiahang's phone rang when he passed by the Beijing Art Museum.

"Teacher Fan?"

"Didn't you say you were going to participate in the art gallery's activities, why didn't I see you?"

"I really came to participate, just because I was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble, so..."

"Don't worry, the people in the art museum basically don't follow stars."

"..."

"Which area are you in? I'll find you."

"Which district? I'm at the door."

"What are you doing at the door?"

"I'm going to eat."

"Don't go to dinner first, you come in, I have something important to ask you, I will treat you to dinner later."

"It's... well."

Speaking of this, it would be inappropriate for Li Jiahang not to go.

After hanging up the phone, he took Wang Sichao directly into the art gallery.

After going around for a while, I found Fan Moumou at the painting place surrounded by a large group of people.

"Why are you acting like a bodyguard?"

Li Jiahang smiled wryly: "This is not for keeping a low profile, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."

"I said, you are dressed like this, and I really can't recognize you if you don't speak."

That's the purpose.

After all, Li Jiahang's current reputation is really big enough.

If you don't pretend to be a little bit, basically you have to be photographed everywhere.

And this time, if it weren't for Wang Sichao's high-profile attracting firepower, Li Jiahang might also reveal his identity.

The two of them didn't show any more politeness. After chatting briefly, Fan Moumou took Li Jiahang and Wang Sichao through the crowd to watch Feng Wangjiang's seal strokes up close.

Li Jiahang actually didn't have a particularly high sense of expectation in his heart, but when he saw the painting with his own eyes, this feeling was a little different.

An ink landscape painting, pleasing to the eye!

There are mountains and water, birds and fish, the water in the foreground, the mountains in the background, majestic.

At the same time, some middle-aged people are discussing such a painting, what kind of poem should be mentioned is more appropriate.

Traditional Chinese paintings, which are handed down from generation to generation, must be accompanied by poems.

A good seven-character and five-character poem can definitely add luster to a painting.

only......

They have been discussing for a long time, and no one has written a convincing ancient style poem.

Even after they said it themselves, they were not satisfied.

"This painting is majestic, with mountains and rivers matching each other, full of artistic conception!"

"Although there are not many embellishments, the feeling of sadness of fishing alone is vivid..."

"Not bad!"

"Moreover, it's not just a little sad, the snowflakes falling in the sky, isn't it sad?"

"The calm river, the snowflakes in the sky, this kind of feeling, isn't it the current literary and art world?"

"Withering day by day, talent gap."

"There are fewer and fewer young people who are willing to learn traditional culture and take root in traditional culture."

"Young people today are still willing to learn acting, learn to sing, act in movies, sing, become stars, and become Internet celebrities."

"yes......"

"It's really regrettable."

"This painting by Feng Lao is really... wonderful!"

Listening to everyone's discussion, Li Jiahang suddenly felt like lying on the ground.

Isn't this a disaster...

Chapter 699

"Several, is there really no suitable work?"

After waiting for a while, the painter Feng Wangjiang couldn't wait any longer and couldn't help asking.

After all, he is very old.

He was already tired of painting today.

Listening to these people's discussions, unable to come up with poems, and always waiting is not a solution.

"How about finding one from an ancient poem?"

"It's still a bit difficult to find a poem that fits the theme very well!"

"Throughout the ages, paintings have been inscribed with poems, either with paintings as poems or with poems as paintings."

"Oh, I also know that this is a bit difficult. But, after all, it is my last painting, and I always hope to be as perfect as possible without leaving too many regrets."

The old gentleman's words immediately encouraged everyone present.

Many self-proclaimed talented people spoke one after another.

Either, recite an ancient poem that you think is appropriate, or create one on the spot.

It has to be said that those who can enter the Beijing Art Museum can also discuss paintings with Mr. Feng Wangjiang.

The talents of these literati are very strong.

Some poems have a very good artistic conception.

It's a pity that there is still a big gap from perfection.

Not to mention that Feng Wang Jiang felt inappropriate, even Wang Sichao felt inappropriate.

At this time, a young man in his thirties suddenly spoke.

"Old Feng, I have an idea."

Hearing his words, several people looked sideways.

Sun Wen, who is only in his early thirties, is already well-known in the Chinese poetry circle, with a high literary quality, and is known as a leader of the younger generation of poets.

Several people immediately showed anticipation.

Looking at the painting, Sun Wen slowly recited in a low voice: "The coir hat is a solitary boat, and the blue silk is an inch hook. Elegy, a glass of wine, and fishing for a river of snow."

After he recited the entire poem, the eyes of several people present lit up.

One of the elderly people stretched out his hand to stroke his beard, smiled, nodded and praised: "That's right, that's right, the first two sentences are almost sketches, but the last two sentences have infinite meaning. This artistic conception is here."

"Coir raincoats, bamboo hats, light boats, and fishing rods, the anglers sing and drink, and the chicness of fishing is vividly portrayed. Although fishing alone in the snow of a river, there is a bit of desolation and loneliness hidden in the leisure, but it fits this kind of artistic conception"

"Yes, yes, Sun Wen is still an outstanding poet of the younger generation!"

"This last sentence is the finishing touch!"

Several people praised it and commented on the artistic conception of Sun Wen's poem.

"Four Ones" achieves the artistic conception of this painting to a large extent.

At least, much stronger than others.

The author, Sun Wen, has a smile on his face, but his eyes are full of arrogance.

Literati look down on each other, which has been the case since ancient times.

This time he won the first place among the crowd, which naturally made him even more proud.

Feng Wangjiang also recited it twice in a low voice, his eyes full of appreciation.

but......

Just when Sun Wen thought that this poem of his would be handed down along with Feng Wangjiang's seal strokes, Feng Wangjiang shook his head again, a little regretful and disappointed: "I still checked a little feeling."

In his heart, he was really disappointed.

To put it bluntly, this poem is really good.