Slag Gong walks the career line in the crematorium

Father Qi and Qi Yuyu broke up unhappy.

Before leaving with Qi's father, Qi Fenghua looked at Lin Hanchuan hesitating to speak, and when Qi's father urged him, he hurriedly followed, and when he left, he still turned around every step of the way.

Lin Hanchuan felt that it was not easy to intervene in the affairs of the Qi family, so he stood by and watched the play until Qi Fenghua and his son left, but Lin Hanchuan didn't say a word.

Qi Yuyu's eyes stayed on the backs of the two of them, but if he observed carefully, he would find that his eyes were more on Qi Fenghua.

"He likes you very much." Qi Yuyu said lightly.

Although he has been communicating with Qi's father, Qi Yuyu has noticed Qi Fenghua's ambiguous gaze towards Lin Hanchuan. He could have communicated with Qi's father in a more relaxed way and tried to remedy it, but his attention was always subconscious. Crooked onto Qi Fenghua and Lin Hanchuan.

Hearing the word "like", Lin Hanchuan felt it was funny, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel sick physically, he waved his hand: "I can't bear this kind of like."

Among all the people Lin Hanchuan met, Qi Fenghua's actions made people shudder the most. Even if he broke away from his empathy for the original owner, it was hard for Lin Hanchuan not to hate this person.

Secretly leading a person to look like another person, transforming a person beyond recognition, it is obvious that both parties made the same mistake, but he thinks there is nothing wrong... Lin Hanchuan tried to figure out Qi Fenghua's thoughts, he could feel it, maybe Qi Fenghua Fenghua himself thought that everything he did was 'for the good of Yi Qionglou'.

Because Yi Wusheng is too good and popular, but Yi Qionglou, who is a twin, is extremely mediocre, so he transforms Yi Qionglou to make him better and more lovable. He is "saving and helping" 'Yi Qionglou, not because of his own inner selfish desires to transform others.

Qi Fenghua himself may not have noticed these thoughts in his heart. He has deceived everyone and himself.

Yi Qionglou may be lonely and lacks love, he doesn't need this kind of deformed love—no, it's not love at all, it's just the projection of Qi Fenghua's emotion.

Qi Yuyu saw the unconcealable disgust in Lin Hanchuan's expression. After getting along with him for this period of time, he had long since discovered that Lin Hanchuan was actually a restrained person, and he rarely expressed his likes and dislikes so bluntly.

The person hated was his own younger brother. Qi Yuyu knew that he should defend his younger brother, at least scold the scumbag, but instead of being filled with righteous indignation, Qi Yuyu felt slightly relaxed.

After relaxing, Qi Yuyu blamed himself for his emotions for no reason.

Amidst the surging tide, the owner of the antique shop came over.

He didn't see what happened just now, so he put the rice paper carefully and handed it to Qi Yuyu. The owner of the antique shop said with a smile: "Mr. Taken to the next level.”

His beautiful words were sincere, but Lin Hanchuan found out the year of the rice paper at the first touch, which surprised even the owner of the antique shop.

The price of something like rice paper will double in ten years, and tens of thousands of dollars is nothing to the Qi family, but it will only make people feel uncomfortable if they are cheated. The price of 50-year-old rice paper is even lower.

Misunderstood as a subordinate, Lin Hanchuan didn't explain it. He only thought that the owner of the antique shop was boasting about his vision. He thanked him and left the antique shop with Qi Yuyu holding a wooden box.

On the way, Lin Hanchuan asked casually, "What are you going to draw?"

The theme of the first round of selection for the Spring Breeze Art Exhibition is hope. This kind of big and vague theme seems to be able to fit in anything and draw anything; but because there are too many themes to choose from, some people will not be able to choose.

Slowing down his steps, Qi Yuyu pondered, and said slowly: "What do you think of the sunrise?"

Based on Lin Hanchuan’s understanding of traditional Chinese painting, it is difficult to paint sunrise or sunset alone in traditional Chinese painting. It is always combined with mountains and rivers, giving people a majestic and majestic feeling. If the painter is skilled and meticulously depicts any animal, it can make people feel lifelike , really fit the theme of 'hope'.

Thinking in his heart, Lin Hanchuan also said: "Yes, this idea is good."

Qi Yuyu knew that Lin Hanchuan had misunderstood what he meant, so he lowered his head and curled the corners of his lips without explaining.

The reason why he thought of painting a sunrise was because the painting that Lin Hanchuan was full of praise for was a sunset.

At that time, painting was still Qi Yuyu's shady little hobby. He had to hide from his parents and Qi Fenghua, and paint at home alone to gain a moment of inner peace.

He seems to have everything, money, status, and even his appearance is far beyond ordinary people, but he seems to have nothing.

The emptiness and bewilderment in the heart are undoubtedly revealed in the painting. The sunset picture is low, gloomy, with a drooping twilight, half of the city is sunk in darkness, and the remaining half of the city is shrouded in shadows. Nor is it light, but rage and despair like fire.

Today's Qi Yuyu's mentality is completely different from that at that time. He wants to draw a new sunrise and give it to himself and Lin Hanchuan.

After deciding what to paint, Qi Yuyu retreated to paint after returning home. He is a self-taught Ye Luzi. He does not use professional skills in painting.

A well-created painting will take several years, and the shortest will take dozens of days. The deadline for the Spring Breeze Art Exhibition is coming soon, and there is not much time for Qi Yuyu to polish it. He stayed in the studio for three full days, day and night. Finally, the prototype of the painting has been drawn.

It took another two days to refine it, and when it was finished, Qi Yuyu, who hadn't slept well for several days, only had time to call Lin Hanchuan before falling into a drowsy sleep.

After Lin Hanchuan received the call, he rushed to Qi Yuyu's house immediately to take away the completed painting, and finally delivered the painting to the selection place in person before the deadline.

The room was filled with all kinds of paintings, the cheapest ones cost tens of thousands, and the most expensive ones cost at least a few million. This person confidently told himself the password of the door, and then fell asleep unconsciously.After returning to Qi Yuyu's home, Lin Hanchuan looked at Qi Yuyu who was sleeping soundly on the easel, a little dumbfounded.

After laughing, Lin Hanchuan transferred Qi Yuyu to the bed and ordered a porridge for him, but he could eat it when he woke up.

After drawing the curtains, adjusting the temperature of the air conditioner, and everything was arranged properly, Lin Hanchuan hurriedly left again. His gallery has entered the final stage of decoration, and it is time for him to supervise on site.

Lin Hanchuan, who was in a hurry, didn't see it. Qi Yuyu, who was lying on the bed, turned over, his face was deeply buried in the pillow, and the faintly exposed corner of his mouth curled up.

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Qingzhou Spring Breeze Art Exhibition selection will be held in a high-end auditorium, the floor is covered with paintings, and the projectors play the works of all contestants one by one, and some people look closely at the paintings on the ground, Some people watched the works on the projector and appreciated them seriously.

All the people present were well-known seniors in the painting circle, and the top painting figures in Qingzhou City gathered together, and a few arguments could be heard from time to time.

Zhang Xiwei is the chairman of the Qingzhou Painting Association and one of the representatives of domestic Chinese painting, with high morals and high prestige.

He walked around the painting, his eyes rarely stayed, but he kept sighing.

"Mr. Zhang, lower your eyes a little bit." Someone saw Zhang Xiwei's behavior and said with a smile, "Our city is going to send [-] paintings to the imperial capital. Can't choose."

"These paintings are sent to the imperial capital, which represents the level of Qingzhou City. You don't think it's ashamed to send these paintings, and I feel ashamed." Zhang Xi snorted coldly, "The younger generation is not as good as the next generation. .”

Zhang Xiwei is over sixty years old, but still has a tall and straight figure, every wrinkle on his face reveals a serious and old-fashioned atmosphere, and every white hair on his head is neatly combed to the extreme.

"Young people nowadays have never experienced any hardships, and they don't pretend to have anything in their hearts. The things they draw are very floating." Another old man also sighed and said, but he didn't stop walking.

After wandering around the painting for a few times, he stopped: "This painting is fine."

Zhang Xiwei heard the words and came over to have a look.

This is an oil painting, and the sign next to it says "The Waves", the author is Qi Fenghua.Zhang Xiwei's expression was slightly relaxed, he nodded and said: "Qi Fenghua, this kid, has made a lot of progress in the past two years."

People in the circle more or less know each other. Zhang Xiwei has seen Qi Fenghua's paintings in the early years and knows his problems.

Compared with the slightly jerky painting skills, what is more fatal to Qi Fenghua is that the emotions in his paintings are too similar. There is only positive emotions in the paintings, which is not wrong, but if there are only positive emotions, it will seem too false, like castles in the air, very It's hard to empathize.

In the past two years, Qi Fenghua didn't know what he had experienced. Suddenly, some negative emotions appeared in the paintings, and the color used changed from the original bright and warm tones to gray tones, but instead he used gray to highlight the warmth he is best at.

For example, in this painting "The Waves", the blue waves are crashing against the shore, and the waves are covered with snow-white foam, which contrasts with the dark beach, and the sky is also filled with gloomy dark clouds. It stands to reason that it should make people breathless There is a sense of oppression, but in the middle of the painting, a lighthouse stands firmly, dispelling all the darkness and guiding all fishermen to a way home.

"Not bad." Looking at it for a moment, Zhang Xiwei nodded again, "This work has the strength to win the silver award. With a few more years of experience, this kid will be able to hit the gold award."

Although the style has not yet formed and is a little immature, but thinking about Qi Fenghua's age, Zhang Xiwei is rarely forgiving.

The people around gathered together to observe and admire this work that Zhang Xiwei had affirmed. Zhang Xiwei took a few more glances and withdrew from the crowd. He left the oil painting area and walked to the traditional Chinese painting area where he was best at.

The more cherished something is, the stricter it is, Zhang Xiwei's brows that were originally relaxed frowned again.

"Chinese painting is not like oil painting. After a few years of learning, you can paint in a good shape." The person standing next to Zhang Xiwei sighed and said. He is also one of the big masters of Chinese painting. Xiao Cheng, he dare not say that he studied Chinese painting for decades."

"Is that why they painted like this?" Zhang Xi said slightly, "If I were them, I wouldn't dare to hand in these paintings."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xiwei's gaze stopped on a painting, and the people around him followed his gaze and were also shocked.

"This... Which family's child is this, how do you draw carelessly!"

This Chinese painting called "Gift" uses the most orthodox brush and ink and rice paper to draw a scene of the rising sun in the city.

The ink smudges faintly on the rice paper, blurring the sharp-edged building lines, softening the coldness; the crimson sun emits brilliance, reflecting the red glow for half a day, and the afterglow softly sprinkles on the ground, revealing a warm feeling. Light.

It is not that no one has used the techniques of classical painting to paint modern scenes, but this painting uses the color shading and light and shadow techniques of Western painting, and it is ingeniously integrated with the classical style, which is exquisite.

Apart from the unique style, the most amazing thing about this painting is the emotional expression that almost overflows the paper.

Zhang Xiwei is a bit more serious, but he is not an old-fashioned one who does not know how to adapt. He does not think there is anything wrong with the author's fusion of Eastern and Western techniques. He is just shocked by the rich and heavy emotions of this painting.

It was like the clear sky suddenly breaking, and also like the relief suddenly seeing the light, the sun gently dispelled the shadows, it was undeniable and extremely gentle.

"Qi Yuyu..." Zhang Xiwei thought about it carefully for a long time, but couldn't find the name in his memory. "This kid has the ability to win the gold medal."

At some point, there was already a circle of people around, some were amazed, some were dissatisfied, and some had strange expressions.

"This kind of painting has the appearance of a work of art. If a painting has no soul, it is just a piece of paper. Only when it touches people's hearts is it a good work of art."

"Hmph, it's just a trick that can't be used to show off the appearance. This person's way is crooked. He doesn't rely on these crooked ways, but only relies on emotional expression, which is enough to win a gold medal."

"This painting can be sent directly to the imperial capital. Let them see it. Without Yi Wusheng, we still have other talents in Qingzhou."

Everyone gathered around the painting, leaving behind Qi Fenghua's "The Waves".

The Yi family's parents were also among the judges. The two of them got together at some point, exchanged glances, and were a little puzzled: "This painting, and the silent painting..."

Yi Wusheng's painting that won the gold medal that year was a sunset, an oil painting, and it had nothing to do with the sunrise in this traditional Chinese painting, but they somehow felt that this painting felt a bit like Yi Wusheng's painting back then.