This matter, I have the final say

Xiaobai can't figure it out, just because of different sexual orientations, should everything be erased?Can Fang Zheng's efforts and achievements be rejected?So talented people come to learn painting, so just focus on painting, why point fingers at other people's private life?

"Okay, if you are worried about Fang Zheng, bring him here, you two talk, and you enlighten him."

Li Jin reached out and hooked his shoulders, hugged him into his arms, and patted his back lightly.

"All feelings are worthy of praise as long as they are sincere and not interfering in other people's feelings. Love, regardless of gender, has no gender. It is very simple love. Just because it is him, it should not be labeled as homosexual or opposite sex. Thought Ignorance, outdated concepts, narrow selfish heart, make people look hateful, three people become tigers, their insults and abuse are actually jealousy. You are Fang Zheng’s friend, you can’t leave him at this time. He needs encouragement and support.”

Li Jin comforted him, Xiaobai's head was pressed against his chest, and he lay obediently in his arms.

Li Jin moved his body and carefully kissed his hair.Xiaobai didn't find out.

"Well, I know. I want to invite him to dinner, and I want to take him to eat steak!"

Xiaobai invited Fang Zheng to eat, but Fang Zheng didn't eat much and talked a lot less.Xiaobai didn't know how to comfort him.

"It will pass, don't pay attention to their broken mouth, they will be even more proud if you fall down."

Fang Zheng nodded.When the others betrayed their relatives and left, Xiaobai was always by his side.

After resuming class, I thought this matter was over, but who knew it would intensify, now not only talking about Fang Zheng, but also involving Xiaobai.

The other students avoided them as if they were avoiding AIDS patients. Xiao Bai and Fang Zheng sat together.There is no one within two meters around, as if isolated.

As soon as the teacher said that the get out of class was over, the two students hugged each other, you pressed me and I squeezed you.

Oh honey, you accompany me to class, and I will buy you food, we are a couple that loves each other more than gold!

Oh dear, let's take a walk at night, until we walk in the woods, I want you to hold me up in the tree and fuck me hard!

Last night, Fang Zheng and Xiao Bai walked in circles on the playground.Today, Fang Zheng bought rice for Xiaobai, and they sat together in class.

Fang Zheng was so angry by the insinuating insult that he stood up abruptly and wanted to hit him.

The teacher walked in at this time.

"Okay, okay, stop messing around, stop messing around, you two! In the next class, my younger brother Yuan Hong will come over. He is also a master of oil painting. He wants to visit your works. If you have any questions, you can talk to him Ask."

Xiaobai was so angry that his teeth itch, he dragged Fang Zheng to sit down.

Obviously this is a kind of humiliation, but it is just a joke in the teacher's mouth.

"Be patient, you will graduate in one month, and after graduation, you will go your separate ways. Don't talk to them, because they are about to graduate, so they don't want to make trouble, and they don't want to talk to this kind of insult. But the anger in my heart It's really big. You need to forcefully suppress your anger.

When they arrived at the large studio, all the students took out their graduation works and lined them up.

Uncle Yuan Hong is a master of oil painting, and he is also one of the best in the painting circle. It is also their honor to have his uncle's guidance.

Uncle Shi didn't teach in the Academy of Fine Arts, but he had his own studio and students, all of whom were beautiful students.With a fairy-like appearance, it seems to be in line with people's understanding of an artist. He holds a Wenwan walnut in his hand, and a rosewood bracelet on his wrist. His hair is gray and slightly long, his stomach is a bit big, and his shelf is bigger than his stomach .

From the beginning to the end of each picture, I couldn't help frowning, nodding, thinking, ummm.

Then comment a few words.

"Ning Bo's paintings have great potential!"

"This student's use of color is bold!"

"This painting..." Yuan Hong walked up to Xiaobai's painting, bent slightly, took a closer look, and kept nodding.

What Xiaobai paints is landscape, a snow mountain, which is displayed all year round.Not to mention the clear layers, there is also a sense of purity.

It's so refreshing that I can't help but take a deep breath, and I can smell the fragrance of flowers in the cool wind!Under the clear blue sky, there is a snow mountain, the snow-capped peak, majestic and straight, the Gesang flowers on the mountainside are in full bloom, and the snow melts down, and an old woman in a Tibetan robe is harvesting green trees at home.

Holy, pure, clean!

The color is very positive, blue is azure, snow mountain is white and majestic, Gesang flowers are very bright purple, and mature highland barley is brilliant golden, which is even more brilliant in a piece of emerald green vegetation.

The gorgeous color is very impactful, but not kitsch, as if it gives people a kind of affirmation of this color.

beautiful.

Yuan Hong looked again and again, took a closer look, looked left and right.

"Uncle Master?"

Xiaobai called Master Uncle suspiciously.

Yuan Hong glanced at Xiaobai, and then looked around.

"Has your painting participated in the exhibition of emerging painters?"

"Participated, the third."

"Oh, yes. You are very talented. Is there anyone in your family who paints?"

"No, I have liked drawing since I was a child, and my parents are ordinary employees."

"Can support an art student, the family conditions are good, do your parents work in the government?"

"No, just ordinary people."

"Isn't my hometown local?" No, Southerners. "

"good."

Yuan Hong said something good again.

"Brother."

Yuan Hong was talking to Xiaobai and his teacher.

"Brother, let the students put all the paintings in your office. I think all the students in this year have potential. I want to comment on them one by one."

"Thank you, Master Uncle."

The students listened to the teacher and took down all the paintings and put them in the teacher's office.

Yuan Hong stayed very late that day, thinking that the uncle was writing comments for them, and it was rare for a famous master to write a comment for him to be instructed by an expert.We are all looking forward to it.

Yuan Hong's art exhibition opened half a month later.

As an art student, I like to watch exhibitions, look at the brushwork and painting techniques of senior masters, conceive and compose pictures, find out my own shortcomings, and how to improve my ability.

They all found time to visit Yuan Hong's painting exhibition.

Xiaobai and Fang Zheng had no one to play with them, so they chose a weekend and went to visit.

After visiting a few paintings, Xiaobai and Fang Zheng looked at each other and shrugged each other.

Is this the master's painting exhibition?Is it because the two of them have a poor aesthetic level, or have they not discovered the existence of beauty?Or that they can't understand the beauty in the eyes of the older generation of painters?

Why can't I get the point of Master Uncle?

Every art exhibition, no matter who it is, has a theme, a series or a main painting, and the two of them stop and go to the main painting.

A conspicuous place with very good lighting, painted this series of three paintings, the series is the name, Holy Land.

Under the blue sky, brightly colored prayer flags flutter in the wind.A girl dressed in pure white looks like the incarnation of the snow mountain, standing beside the pile of prayer flags with flying hair and fluttering skirts.The face is soft, gentle and beautiful, without kitsch, gentle and holy.

This is Yuan Hong's eighth concubine, who claims to be the eighth beautiful disciple, but in fact, she has already been the guest of honor.

If he hadn't known who this beauty was, it would be hard to imagine that this seemingly holy goddess was actually a prostitute.

The middle one is the salt lake, the sky with white clouds, the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and the light blue salt lake nearby like a mirror. A girl in red is standing on the grass and dancing enthusiastically.

This is Yuan Hong's Ninth Concubine, a newly recruited young disciple, young and beautiful as fierce as fire.

The third painting is the blue sky, snow-capped mountains, Gesang flowers, barley fields, and an old lady in traditional Tibetan clothes walking slowly with a lot of barley on her back.

A holy goddess, a fiery banshee, and a simple Tibetan grandmother.In this holy place, three different women show their unique beauty.

You can draw the first two pictures however you like, but isn’t the third picture Xiaobai’s?It's just that the Tibetan grandmother harvesting in the highland barley field has become a Tibetan grandmother on the side of the road, that is, the position has been moved forward, and even the distribution and arrangement of the Nagesang flowers are exactly the same.

Xiaobai's face changed drastically immediately, and he saw his painting with someone else's name on it.

It's like throwing your own child out and discovering that your child has been renamed by someone else and held in his arms to show off to the world.

"This is my painting!"

Xiaobai muttered something, then rushed up like crazy, pushing away so many tourists onlookers.With all his strength, he took the painting off the stand and held it tightly in his arms.

"This is my painting!"

When he made such a fuss, the security guards of the art exhibition rushed up, and the scene became commotion in an instant. The tourists were yelling, what are they doing, and some people were yelling for robbery!The security guard pushed away the crowd and ran towards Xiao Bai. In front of the fat and strong security guard, Xiao Bai was like a little chicken. He was drowned when others rushed up.

Fang Zheng raised his foot and kicked a security guard's waist, and then pulled Xiao Bai behind his back.He looked at the people around him warily.

A security guard from the side took advantage of his unpreparedness and swung a stick at Fang Zheng to beat him down. Fang Zheng usually has no temper, but at critical moments, he was very skillful, so he got eyes behind him, turned around and kicked the security guard away. Go out three or four meters.

Three or four security guards looked at it and said, Fang Zheng is definitely a Lianjiazi.I dare not go forward.Point Fang Zheng and Xiao Bai with a stick.

"What do you want to do? Steal the painting! Put the painting back!"

"Let Yuan Hong come out! He plagiarized other people's paintings and put his name on other people's paintings in a grand manner. Is he worthy of being a master of the generation?"

Fang Zheng had seen Xiaobai draw this painting before.Xiaobai has been preparing for this painting for several months.Xiaobai also said that this is his proud work!Is it because the old woman Nuo Nuo has become Yuan Hong's? 90.00% similar, this is Yuan Hong's?Isn't this infringing Xiaobai's interests?

"This is my painting! I painted it first, and it was Yuan Hong who took my painting out for exhibition! He even wrote his own name! This is obviously my painting! I created it two months ago! Half a year Let's go out to collect folk songs, I painted it!"

Xiaobai was anxious to defend himself.

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