Open the Journal: I Drove a Helicopter

Zuo Rong turned to Lin Chen with an apologetic expression: "Master Lin, I'm sorry, I blamed me for teaching me no way, so that this kid offended you."

Lin Chen just smiled indifferently: "It's okay, it's none of your business, you don't need to apologize to me."

"Following the teacher is to learn knowledge, and his bad character is his own problem."

Zuo Rong was also silent.

Lin Chen directly pointed it out to him, and his character as a student is indeed not good.

It seemed that he had to think about it, Ming Sheng left.

Thinking of this, Zuo Rong glanced at Ming Sheng inadvertently.

Looking at Zuo Rong's gaze, Ming Sheng gave a thud in his heart, feeling a little numb in his scalp.

Teacher, what does this look in his eyes... mean?

Mingsheng's soul was out of place for a while.

This incident can be regarded as such a flip.

Several people came to a showcase.

Zuo Rong suddenly pulled Lin Chen and asked: "This is what I did in my spare time, Master Lin, why don't you correct me?"

Lin Chen looked at it carefully, and then smiled: "Lao Zuo, are you embarrassing me? Your work is already vivid. Even if my eyes are tough, I can't fault it."

Everyone also looked at the painting and agreed with Lin Chen's painting.

However, many people still have certain doubts about whether Lin Chen is a master.

After all, Lin Chen is too young.

The painting profession requires experience and precipitation.

No wonder they doubted Lin Chen.

But by taking this opportunity, he can also check whether his position as a master is being blown out by people.

"Master Lin, this painting is indeed vivid, but we don't understand it very well. Look, would you like to explain it to us?"

"Yeah, I don't understand much."

"Indeed, I also want to know, where is the best place for this painting."

They are not deliberately looking for faults, it is indeed that the level is there, and some seem to understand but not understand.

At this time, Lin Chen also looked at the painting.

"This is a picture of fallen leaves in autumn mountains. The composition and outline of the work are not clear, and even the division of tones is not so rigorous."

"There is even a... messy feeling, which should be the impressionist technique."

"But it is precisely because all the rules and regulations have been thrown away that this painting really comes alive."

"Bright and harmonious colors are the soul and essence of oil painting."

"Being the first to break this shackle, Zuo Lao deserves to be a great master in the oil painting industry."

Lin Chen's voice fell, and everyone looked at him with shocked expressions.

The whole hall was quiet.

At first they seemed to understand, but after listening to Lin Chen's words, they saw the blue sky all of a sudden.

I don't know who started to applaud. Then came the applause of the mountains and the tsunami that swept the whole hall.

Worthy of being a master!

He is also the youngest master in China's history, and even the master of double materials!

At this moment, no one doubted the title of Master Double Material.

Lin Chen is the master of traditional Chinese painting, which is recognized by everyone, but his insights just now are enough to make him one of the masters of oil painting!

After all, there were a lot of master-level figures who were there, but they also saw a little understanding of Zuo Rong's painting.

How tricky is their vision?

Lin Chen is simply a strange person!

Cui Boyuan, who was not far away, also smiled and shook his head.

What is this called?

The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and each wave is stronger than the other.

These old men, they can't accept it!

Zuo Rong grabbed Lin Chen's hand excitedly, his eyes were slightly moist.

"Unexpectedly, the old man was here today and met a confidant!"

"Youdao is easy to get for daughters, but it is hard to find a confidant!"

"This painting was created after I was drunk, abandoning all theoretical knowledge, and emptied myself. I thought it would be a complete failure, but I didn't expect it to be a vivid work by mistake!"

"Master Lin, I have to say, your insight is really amazing! You deserve to be the youngest grandmaster in the entire China nation!"

Everyone present changed their eyes when looking at Lin Chen.

"Before I didn't believe in the name of Master Shuangliao, now, whoever doesn't believe me will be anxious!"

"You have this kind of seat at a young age, what a genius!"

"This is completely the vision that a grandmaster can have, and he deserves the word grandmaster!"

Immediately afterwards, Fang Mingli said again: "At the Modu Art Museum, I was fortunate for Master Lin's guidance, and I have slowly reached the threshold of the master."

Lin Chen's scalp was a little numb.

It's over.

This person looked at him with the words seeking knowledge!

Same as the hungry wolf.

Soon, many people gathered around.

"Master Lin, can you please help me see this painting?"

"Master Lin, this is the case, I want to ask you a few questions..."

"Master Lin, come and take a look at my paintings!"

"Master Lin..."

...

Luo Xin opened his mouth blankly, and didn't even know that the lollipop fell on the ground.

These great masters usually use their nostrils to see people. Why are they all like primary school students now?

Liu Yusheng was also stunned.

This was the first time she encountered such a scene.

Lin Chen looked at the crowded artists in front of him, laughing more ugly than crying.

He said that his brain is very painful.

You can't just push it away.

The average age of these piles is fifty upwards, and one push is not enough to break their old arms and legs?

He turned his head and said to Liu Yusheng and Luo Xin behind him: "I'll slip away first, wait for a while and then turn around..."

Abandoning these words, Lin Chen let go of his feet, turned his head and ran.

The crowded artist directly chased after him.

"Master Lin, why did you run away? I still have questions and haven't asked you!"

"Master Lin, run slowly!"

"Hey, don't squeeze, step on my foot!"

"Master Lin is almost gone, chase after him!"

...

Luo Xin looked at the crowded crowd in front of him, then glanced at the smashed lollipop that he had fallen to the ground and was trampled on, and he was completely stunned.

The security guard on the side watched this scene dumbfounded.

They thought that thieves appeared at the venue and stole the works of the artists that made them so crazy.

So he joined the hunt for Lin Chen.

The scene was once in chaos.

Lin Chen was almost crying.

Of it.

Did you steal their battery or steal their dog?

At this moment, the front door suddenly stretched out a hand and dragged him in.