The medicine jar is loved and abused

Although Shen Ning said that his mood had returned to normal, he was really haggard physically and mentally, and he didn't have the strength to chat with people anymore, so he hid in the yard to blow the wind.He was obviously not the only one who had the same idea. On the garden corridor outside the living room, there were a few people sitting scattered, their postures were leisurely, and they looked like they didn't want to communicate with others.

Shen Ning also didn't want to disturb them, but he saw a familiar face sharply.

"You are Mr. Chen Cangnan?"

The man in his thirties with a modest appearance raised his head, was stunned for a moment, stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, and said, "I am."

"I like your hometown series very much..." He thought for a while and added: "I have only seen the paintings of the hometown series so far."

The man waved his hand and said casually: "It's okay, I only drew these few pictures."

"The paintings of my hometown and land I saw in the exhibition hall gave me a strong emotional impact."

He meditated on the wording:

"It's a complex emotion, love and hate, it makes me feel like I'm really living in that land, and I like that painting very much."

"Oh, because I encountered a severe drought when I was a child, life at home was very difficult for a while. The emotion of love, hate and awe for this land has always been hidden in my heart, and it has been expressed unconsciously."

Shen Ning: "I probably understand."

Seeing that he could appreciate his own paintings, Chen Cangnan also became interested and asked, "Have you seen my "Little Road"?"

Shen Ning shook his head: "No."

"Oh, that's such a pity. That painting was sold two years ago, and you may not have the chance to see it. It's sold at a price of more than 1000 million."

Shen Ning said sincerely: "Congratulations."

"Hey, that's the road I had to go to school when I was a child, and it carries a lot of my childhood memories."

"Childhood is definitely the most memorable." Shen Ning said with empathy: "How is that road now?"

Chen Cangnan waved his hand: "The road is gone, more than 1000 million can just build a big road."

"That's very good."

"It's okay, it's convenient for children to go to school."

The two were chatting enthusiastically, when a young man who didn't know when he appeared suddenly said:

"The lines of your paintings are rough, the colors are chaotic, and there is no beauty at all. They just highlight emotions, only artistic emotions, without artistic skills, and can only temporarily deceive people who don't know how to do it."

The person's tone was not sharp, but every word pierced the heart and lungs. Shen Ning looked over, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes when he saw the speaker's appearance clearly:

"You are Li Changya?"

The young man raised his chin a little arrogantly: "I am."

Li Changya is only 23 years old, but he has made a name for himself internationally. Naturally, he has the capital of arrogance, but even if he does not deliberately appear arrogant, just looking at his face, he is not easy to mess with.

Such a person, in the end, the paintings are meticulous and pay attention to details, which can be regarded as contrast.

Shen Ning didn't have a master filter, and when he heard him criticize the paintings of his favorite painter, he went straight up:

"If you want to talk about this, Mr. Li doesn't give in too much. He has first-class skills and no emotion. He looks so tempered, why is he so timid when painting. Isn't the feature of oil painting that you can scrape off the paint if you make a mistake? Or If Mr. Li makes a mistake in one stroke, he can't continue?"

Li Changya was provoked to step in from the corridor, and said loudly:

"What do you know as a layman? The beauty of classical oil painting lies in the proper expression of color and light. Only delicate and full colors can have the charm of classical oil painting. If this kind of beauty is more, it will be fatter if it is less. control."

"Really? In that case, Mr. Li has already reached the peak of classical techniques. It would be nice to practice his sketching skills more proficiently. At the end of this life, he will be able to retain the title of a representative of the new era of classical techniques. Innovation for what?"

"You..." What Li Changya can't bear the most is others' criticism of his new research on classical techniques. His consciousness is not satisfied with the suppression of sensibility by classical techniques, and he wants to break through this constraint, but at the same time he is still confused about his own direction.

Shen Ning's words just hit his pain, he was angry and didn't know how to refute, after all, Shen Ning knew him, and he didn't even know what Shen Ning was doing.

Li Changya suppressed her anger and said, "Are you also a painter?"

Shen Ning had a strange expression on his face: "No, I'm just an ordinary art lover."

"Then why are you only targeting me? Why don't you talk about the huge problems in Chen Cangnan's paintings?"

Shen Ning raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Mr. Chen Cangnan may have a lack of skills, but this is also part of his style. He can make up for it with continuous practice, unlike Mr. Li, who has not even figured out his own direction. They are still on the way to find their own style, but they speak like a master, which makes an honest person like me unconvinced."

"Are you honest?"

"Better than Mr. Li."

The two confronted each other, but it was Chen Cangnan who was very "honest" who came out to persuade the fight:

"You two, don't quarrel anymore, don't quarrel for me."

"roll!"

Li Changya is good at painting, but he is just a younger brother when it comes to quarrels. The main reason is that Shen Ning doesn't love him at all, and he doesn't care about his reputation as a new generation genius, and only picks on his sore spots.And he said he didn't know anything about Shen Ning, so he could only carry on the endless loop of Shen Ning mocking him and him mocking Chen Cangnan.

Chen Cangnan: I was the one who got hurt?

After going back and forth several times, Li Changya was so angry that she blushed and her neck was thick. She pointed at Shen Ning and said with hatred, "I can't tell you anything. If you have the ability to draw, it's better than my painting."

Shen Ning said softly: "□□ is an internationally famous painter, how can I compare with you?"

Li Changya had never heard such tea talk, and said almost madly: "Then what do you want?"

The more Shen Ning looked at him, the more interesting he became, and said: "Well, if my drawing is not bad and catches your eyes, you can finish your sketch and give it to me with your signature."

Li Changya immediately agreed: "Okay!"

"Okay." Shen Ning turned to Chen Cangnan: "Mr. Chen, do you have a connection with the boss who collects Li Changya's drawings? I'll give you a discount. Let's get [-] cents from the sale."

Chen Cangnan immediately agreed: "No problem."

Li Changya watched coldly as the two discussed how to rely on him to gain benefits, and when they finished discussing, he said, "Can we start now?"

Shen Ning said generously: "Are you here to come up with a question?"

Li Changya maintained his pride as a genius of the new generation: "You come."

"Then take today's banquet as the theme, the name is Bin Yan, and the time limit is one hour."

"can."

Mrs. Qin's house had all kinds of painting tools, and the two of them each took a pen and paper and stood in a corner of the yard to start drawing.

For a professional painter like Li Changya who is used to sketching, one hour is actually not a short time, but the difficulty lies in controlling the layout of the overall atmosphere.But even so, he didn't think he would lose to an unknown young man (Is he also a painter? I haven't heard of it)

He conceived a little, and began to write.

The level of a person's painting can be seen from the first few strokes. For example, Li Changya is very sophisticated in designing the entire layout. After a few strokes, Chen Cangnan, who was the only onlooker present, understood his intention.As for the other...

To be honest, Chen Cangnan didn't know what level he was, but after seeing his writing, he put away his pure desire to watch the excitement, and his eyes showed anticipation for this impromptu competition.

One hour is not a long time, but it is not short either. Some people walking by along the way saw someone painting and stepped forward to watch the excitement:

"What is this doing?"

He took a closer look.

"Ok?"

As the inheritor of classical techniques, Li Changya has a lot to learn from his sketch skills.But what surprised people was that this person who started writing alongside Li Changya, no matter in terms of speed or overall control over the lines, was no less than Li Changya. At least for now, the two are evenly matched.

"Who is this little guy?"

"I don't know, it seems to be my fan."

"You're bragging again."

"real......"

The man came and didn't leave, he smoked a cigarette and watched from behind, the two chatted while watching.

After another meeting, another unsociable Sanren painter came. When he saw it, he first noticed Li Changya, and then saw the people around him.

"Who is this guy?"

"I don't know, Chen Cangnan brags that he is a fan."

The man stood behind Shen Ning for a while, raised his head and said, "Chen Cangnan, among other things, is your sketch as good as your fans' drawing?"

Chen Cangnan argued: "This can't be compared like this."

"Our rural school never cares about sketches, lines, contrasts between light and dark, etc. They are all drawn to the end with a brush. Sketches are just a tool for us, not a result."

"Anyway, I'm also half of the local faction, don't damage the reputation of our local faction, okay?"

......

"What are you doing here? Sketching?"

"This guy is very good at shaping light. Professionals are international."

......

"So if this guy wins, you can own 20% of Li Changya's sketches, right? Rounding up, that's a net profit of 100 million."

"Next time there is such a good thing, please call me."

......

An hour may be a long time for ordinary people, but for those who are painting, it is simply a fleeting moment.The two began to pay attention to the filling details from more than half of the time. This painting is destined to be impossible for them to complete to the end, but even so, the overall degree of completion is still very high.

The moment they put down their pens, both of them had an unworldly tranquility in their hearts like the dust had settled.

"How is it?" Li Changya turned her head and saw a group of people behind her.

"Why so many people?"

"Li Changya, get out of the way." The people behind took advantage of being a round older than him, and drove him down like a duckling.

Li Changya stood up, glanced at the canvas in front of Shen Ning, and her expression changed immediately.

"It's not bad, it's all good. It's only been an hour. It's really good to be able to paint to this level." Several painters who have been famous for many years commented:

"In terms of the degree of completion of the finished product and the technique of using the brush, Li Changya is better, but this, er, the sketches of the unknown kid also have a unique style. His works themselves dilute the characters. The perfect performance cannot be attributed to insufficient time or insufficient control of the whole."

On the two canvases, in the living room under the afternoon sun, the guests are joyful and elegant, and their every move and demeanor reflect an elegant sense of high society.As for the other side of the living room, although there were only a few people due to time constraints, their laid-back and unrestrained expressions still showed a completely different temperament from the other side.

These two paintings are worth tens of millions each, but generally speaking, Li Changya's lines are beautiful and soft, and he can outline people's posture and behavior with just a few strokes. He centers on two men who are toasting and negotiating in the center of the living room, and his handwriting is directed towards External radiation, several people outside the background are gradually blurred, and the atmosphere is elegant and leisurely, which is a typical classical painting technique.

But Shen Ning's lines are more concise, and some strokes can even be said to be rough and wild.From the very beginning, he downplayed the image of all the people in the living room, so as to focus on the architectural space and various furniture. This difference in the main form allows him to omit many lines of human appearance and movement, using Several long strokes add strong inorganic texture.

But if this is the only way, this painting is too rigid, so he has done a lot of processing on the light, and the light gives this private banquet a pleasant feeling.

And Li Changya expressed this through the natural joy in the body of the guests attending the banquet.The directions of the two people are different, but the final node is still the same.

Someone who came late didn't understand, so he said, "What is this for? Do you want to compare one, two, three?"

"The loser will leave the oil painting world and seal his pen forever?"

"Uh, then I will vote for Li Changya No.2."

A group of people were making jokes noisily, and Chen Cangnan explained to them with a smile that everyone was really jealous that he could pick up 100 million for free, saying that if they saw a share, they would share [-].

One of the well-known painters said: "Is that so? Does Li Changya agree with the painting of this Shen Ning kid?"

Several people looked at Li Changya again. Li Changya looked back and forth between the two paintings, and then looked up at Shen Ning. His face was very stiff. After a while, he reluctantly uttered a few words:

"I agree."

Shen Ning's own paintings were compared with Li Changya's, and were commented by seniors in the oil painting industry, but he was not timid at all. Seeing Li Changya's reluctance, he deliberately turned his ear and asked:

"What did you say?"

Li Changya gritted her teeth and said loudly: "I say I agree that your painting is not bad. Although your brush skills are a little rusty and you haven't practiced well at first sight, I admit that your overall level is above the passing line!"

"Then I would like to thank Master Li for his recognition of my sketching techniques."

This boy who was three years younger than him smiled obediently, and the two dimples revealed sweetness:

"Come."

He picked up the pencil that Li Changya had just put down, stuffed it into his hand, and said with eyes full of sincerity:

"Mr. Li, please finish this sketch, and remember to sign it at the end. You don't need to sign it, it's not easy to sell."

The expression on Li Changya's face changed for several rounds, and she was about to lose her temper. Finally, she took the brush and sat down again, recalled a little, and then continued to paint.

Shen Ning and Chen Cangnan looked at each other with a smile in their eyes.

The sun shines on several people, and the warmth dispels the cold snap of December.

In the room, Mrs. Qin looked out from the window at the corridor outside, and wondered, "Why are there so many people around?"

......

Li Changya is usually not good at being a human being. A group of people saw that Li Changya was devastated, and they were as happy as if the boss gave him an extra bowl of soup when they went out to eat. They even showed a very considerate attitude towards Shen Ning.

A man who looked to be about the same age as Chen Cangnan was chatting with him:

"Who did you learn how to pull the string?"

"My mother taught it, she studied art."

"Then she..."

"She's dead."

"Uh sorry."

"fine."

"Then do you learn to paint? Oil painting, Chinese painting, gouache painting?"

The wind in the courtyard passed through the gaps in the branches, and when it swept across, it carried a cold chill.Shen Ning was in a trance for a moment, his lips twitched twice, and it took about five or six seconds before he heard a voice saying:

"I paint oil paintings."

He took the words very naturally: "That's great, let's go together, do you have any works?"

"Not yet, I'm not really a painter yet."

"It doesn't matter if you know how to paint. If you can paint, you're a painter. At best, it's the difference between those who can sell money and those who can't."

This person was the one who told Chen Cangnan that he was also a "rural school", and he probably came from the countryside, so he didn't have much respect for the word "painter".

"Overseas people look down on hyper-realism, and those in China who focus on landscape look down on us who paint mountains and waters with bare soil all day long. Whoever cares about them will be sour. If no one sees our paintings, they might say Two sour words of 'Come on, someone will appreciate you'."

"Who cares about them, as long as you can sell it for money. Oh, I'm not saying that you can't be called a painter if you can't sell it for money. I just mean that the essence of painting is to sell money."

Shen Ning seemed to be hearing such realistic words for the first time, and repeated in a daze: "Painting is for selling money..."

The man picked up a cigarette to smoke, but Shen Ning took two steps back before turning off the light.

He put the cigarette back and said:

"Otherwise, you see, so many people are running around, not for the sake of selling paintings after becoming famous. If the painters can't sell so much money in this life, how many people are willing to endure so much hardship. The world is so realistic , I have no money to earn, and I can’t even pay the rent, water and electricity bills, let alone the children’s tuition and education fees, and the alimony of the two seniors above, so I don’t need money.”

"You said that if you don't have any money for painting, why do you paint?"

Chen Cangnan saw Shen Ning's deeply shocked face, at least he still had the conscience of an adult, and said:

"Actually, it's not all. When we paint, we still have our own dreams in it. For example, like me, I couldn't get ahead a few years ago, so I'm still painting dirty mud and dirt."

"Didn't you still shout to learn to paint surrealism two years ago? Then you found out that you couldn't paint, so you obediently came back to paint clay and clay."

"Don't just tell the truth..."

Shen Ning didn't seem to have heard his words, he recovered from the initial stupefaction, and his eyes gradually brightened:

"He's right. The world is real. Everyone is running around for their lives. It's time for me to return to reality from the boring ideal world."

Chen Cangnan glanced at him worriedly, as if he saw a young man who was full of dreams about the world being dragged into the cruel real life abruptly.

However, Shen Ning was not decadent. Instead, he looked at the painter who spoke energetically: "Then Mr. Zhao, if one day you die, do you hope that your paintings can be sold at a higher price?"

The corner of Chen Cangnan's mouth twitched, good guy, you are not afraid of life at all, you directly ask people after death.

Of course, if one of these two dares to ask, the other dares to answer:

"Of course, when I die, someone has to take care of my wife and children. Forget about the children. I hope I don't die until he grows up. At that time, if my wife is still alive, the remaining paintings can sell a few more. Money, it is of course good to make their lives better."

"Even if the people left behind will be hurt?"

The man waved his hand: "Everyone is an adult, two days of being sad at most will pass. It's better to be sad but have good days than to be sad but not have good days."

"Besides, my wife is very strong. She knows that I do all this for her and the children..."

"strong......"

Shen Ning repeated the man's words in a daze, as if in deep thought.The face of his mother's agent appeared in front of his eyes again, but he couldn't see clearly that philistine face that he hated once.A white mist covered his face, even his hatred for him was blurred.

He once hated the cruelty and heartlessness of these people, hated them wantonly consuming her death after her death, hated their hypocritical care.

But this has nothing to do with feelings at all, it's pure business.

It was he who projected his emotions onto them without authorization, and it was he who mistakenly put the passionate ideals of young people on them, trying in vain to make them become idealists like himself.

He had been in the conservatory built by his parents for so long that he had forgotten the nature of the world.The world just gave him a blow, and it has frustrated him so far. It's really...

The man is still teaching his philosophy of life: "And let me tell you, don't talk to your agent or gallery agent. You are just ordinary colleagues. Colleagues, do you understand? Oh, you still don't understand. …”

The boy suddenly smiled, and the two chattering men looked at him.

Shen Ning raised his face and said with bright eyes: "Mr. Zhao, Mr. Chen, I also want to be a painter, a famous painter, a painter who can be sold and paid for."

The man surnamed Zhao clapped his hands: "Okay, I have ambition."

Chen Cangnan: "It's over, it's over, another teenager lost his dream."

Even so, he looked rather happy.

Shen Ning began to fall into fantasy: "First, I want to become famous in one fell swoop—"

"That's right, young genius, put Li Changya's name on the line."

"Then it became famous overseas and shocked China and foreign countries——"

"The number one oil painting genius in ancient and modern China and abroad, punching Albrecht and stepping on Vecellio!"

"Earn a hundred million first..."

"Is [-] million a bit much..."

"Then slammed the money in Xie Yin's face and told him not to insult people with money."

"Would you dump the entire [-] million? Just dump me."

"At the end, I will hold a solo exhibition, and when I die, I will bury the money in the soil together."

The man applauded again and again: "A perfect life."

Li Changya couldn't help but say a few meters away: "I said you..."

Several people said at the same time: "Shut up!"

"..."

The man eagerly gave Shen Ning an idea: "First of all, let's start with instant fame. It just so happens that there is a competition this time. If you win No.1, you will definitely be famous."

Shen Ning agreed: "You're right, I'll take No.1 first. Speaking of which, is there any reward for No.1?"

"There should be, I don't know."

The tone of the two of them was as if No.1 was already in their pocket. Such a conceit that they didn't know how much the key cost, even Li Changya couldn't help but have a weird expression.

At this time, a person was outside the corridor, and the audience from the beginning to the end interrupted:

"But I remember that the registration has already closed."

The voices of the two stopped abruptly——

In the still wind, Mrs. Qin came from the living room with Qiao Yuyan, smiling as she walked:

"Still talking about where a few of you have gone, so they are all here, what are you doing?"

Standing beside her was Xie Yin who came out of the house. Xie Yin walked calmly and had a handsome appearance, which was completely different from the usual appearance of sneering at Shen Ning when he had nothing to do.

As soon as the few people came out, the few people in the corridor were like cats that saw a mouse, and yelled at them:

"Is the oil painting contest registration closed?"

Mrs. Qin was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously said: "It's over, it was over a few days ago."

Shen Ning let out a "hum", and a lovely and pitiful face turned to Xie Yin who was wearing a gentlemanly smile beside her.

Xie Yin: "..."

The author has something to say:

I still focus on emotional dramas, especially since the author doesn't know oil painting, so please join me in embarrassing!