Slag Gong walks the career line in the crematorium

The next step is to go to the imperial capital for selection, and the time is tight. The Spring Breeze Art Exhibition will only be held in Qingzhou for two days.

Four hundred works were selected from the whole province to be sent to the imperial capital. There are a large number of them. Fortunately, Qingzhou City has a strong strength. It has the top art museum in the country and can hang four hundred paintings.

Others were admiring the paintings, and Lin Hanchuan focused more on the decoration and layout of the art gallery. Compared with this huge art gallery, his small gallery was completely incomparable, and he lost completely.

"This is an official art museum. The resources in all aspects are not comparable to that of private galleries. Don't be sad." Qi Yuyu noticed Lin Lin Hanchuan's strangeness, and he comforted in a low voice.

Lin Hanchuan was not sad, but was aroused to be competitive: "One day, the scale of my gallery will exceed this."

Qi Yuyu was taken aback for a moment, and then some smiles appeared in his eyes: "Come on."

"You don't believe me?" Lin Hanchuan keenly sensed the suspicion in Qi Yuyu's expression.

Qi Yuyu paused for a while, then said, "It's good to have a dream, at least you have a direction to work on."

Slightly narrowing his eyes, Lin Hanchuan had just refuted, and he realized that all his great achievements were in the original world or the previous world. In this world, he is just a fledgling new art dealer.

It's very cute, no wonder Qi Yuyu doesn't believe it.

Lin Hanchuan didn't explain any more, just smiled inscrutablely: "Look at the painting."

In the last world, Lin Hanchuan single-handedly created a movie universe, and the material belonging to the "Wukong" movie universe is endless; he joined hands with the official to prepare for an international film festival, and attracted foreign films under the lure of the huge movie market It is not difficult to participate, and the entire film industry is full of new vitality.

In this world now, as long as he thinks, it is not impossible to build an oriental art capital.

Looking around, Lin Hanchuan noticed that there were not many tourists in this huge exhibition hall.

The art museum has two buildings with four floors, and the first floor can accommodate up to 200 people. But now, as far as the eye can see, there are only a few dozen sparse people. Some philistines are shrewd, and at first glance they are art dealers.

After turning around again and observing the architectural structure of the entire exhibition hall, Lin Hanchuan and Qi Yuyu entered the next exhibition hall.

"Fenghua, what do you think of this painting?" A familiar voice said.

Lin Hanchuan followed the voice and looked over.

Qi Fenghua's paintings were also selected and sent to the imperial capital. Of course, it is impossible to miss today's art exhibition, but Qi's parents are busy, so he agreed to Yuan Xiao's invitation.

Yuan Xiao is also a graduate of the Academy of Fine Arts, and he thinks he has a strong resonance with Qi Fenghua, but he doesn't know that Qi Fenghua doesn't think he is a "painter".

Yuan Xiao is worse than Yi Qionglou, but he is just a rich second generation who uses art to gild himself.Qi Fenghua looked indifferent, and looked up at the painting Yuan Xiao liked: "It's not bad."

However, Yuan Xiao liked Qi Fenghua's innocence. Seeing that he didn't like it, he didn't force it, and said flatteringly: "It doesn't matter if you don't like this one, let's look at the next one."

Qi Fenghua looked tired, and walked towards the next painting calmly.

For the past two days, he tossed and turned, unable to calm down. Every time he closed his eyes, it was Lin Hanchuan and the bite mark on the side of his neck.

Obviously at first he only used Yi Qionglou as a stand-in, but now he is very angry.Qi Fenghua only thought that he was empathizing, and transferred his feelings for Yi Wusheng to Yi Qionglou.

Rationally, he comforted himself in this way, but emotionally, he still couldn't calm down for a long time.

Lin Hanchuan didn't want to run into them, so he hid behind the big pillar and waited for the two to pass by.

After waiting for a while, Lin Hanchuan didn't wait to pass by those two people, but Yuan Xiao's surprised voice: "Why are you here?"

Heart skipped a beat, feeling ominous, Lin Hanchuan looked up and saw Qi Yuyu standing outside, just in time to bump into Qi Fenghua face to face.

When facing outsiders, Qi Yuyu was indifferent and alienated. He didn't speak, didn't look at Yuan Xiao, and just admired the painting in front of him. In fact, his peripheral vision was on the pillar where Lin Hanchuan was hiding.

"Brother." Qi Fenghua hesitated for a long time, but he still said hello, but he just called out and couldn't say anything more.

Qi Fenghua really wanted to question Qi Yuyu, do you know that Yi Qionglou is your brother's man, there are so many men in the world, why do you insist on grabbing this one.

He wanted to ask this question when he broke through the scandal between Qi Yuyu and Lin Hanchuan, but he never went home, and he had nowhere to ask it.

At this time, when I saw people, there were people coming and going in the same circle, and Qi Fenghua couldn't bear to reveal those secrets to the public.

Qi Fenghua held a breath in his heart, he couldn't swallow it, and said: "Brother, we haven't seen each other for a long time, don't leave later, let's get together in private."

After finishing speaking, Qi Fenghua realized that his tone was too blunt, and added dryly: "Is it okay?"

"No." Qi Yuyu refused decisively.

Qi Fenghua's expression twisted for a moment, and Yuan Xiao couldn't bear to look at it first: "Brother Qi, Fenghua begged you so humbly, what else do you want?"

Qi Yuyu frowned slightly: "Quiet."

Lin Hanchuan looked at Qi Yuyu and made the two of them speechless with a few words, and hooked the corners of his lips.

Yuan Xiao's face turned red, orange, yellow and green, and suddenly said: "Brother Qi, Fenghua's painting has been selected, do you know?"

Qi Yuyu didn't know about it, but he wasn't interested in knowing either.

Lin Hanchuan was not surprised about this matter. After all, Qi Fenghua is the protagonist, not to mention having a painting skill, even if he has no talent at all, he can still be selected by virtue of the protagonist's luck, so it is not worth making a fuss about.

"Fenghua was selected for the Spring Breeze Painting Exhibition. If he wins the award, he will be the youngest gold medal winner of the Spring Breeze Painting Exhibition." Yuan Xiao said, with a look of pride on his face, "I heard that Brother Qi also learns to paint. Why don't you ask my younger brother, he is the best and youngest painter."

After learning about Qi Yuyu from Qi Fenghua, Yuan Xiao didn't like this 'big brother Qi' very much, especially after vaguely hearing that Qi Yuyu had hurt Qi Fenghua's heart.

Seeing Qi Yuyu's displeasure at the moment, Yuan Xiao mercilessly poked Qi Yuyu's wound.

Yuan Xiao was angry because of Qi Yuyu, and even made a move, but Qi Yuyu's expression did not change at all. He finally gave Yuan Xiao a look: "The youngest winner of the gold medal of the Spring Breeze Art Exhibition was a 19-year-old genius six years ago. He won all the domestic awards at the age of 19."

As soon as these words came out, both Qi Fenghua and Yuan Xiao felt a little uncomfortable.

Yuan Xiao was slapped in the face, but Qi Fenghua was implicated innocently. Even with that, he was a little displeased with Yuan Xiao.

"Tch." Lin Hanchuan was listening to their conversation when he heard a slight sneer beside him.

Lin Hanchuan looked over, he was a young man in his twenties, his hair was tied up in a random knot at the back of his head, and there were still traces of paint that could not be washed off on his clothes.

"What are you laughing at?" Lin Hanchuan asked the other party in a low voice.

The young man cast a glance at Lin Hanchuan, and said in a low voice, "I laugh at the Spring Breeze Art Exhibition every time. Any kind of cat or dog can participate, and they can still be selected."

Lin Hanchuan quite agrees with this sentence.

From just now until now, Lin Hanchuan has looked all the way, but he has not seen a work that satisfies him.

Even if the young painting skills are thrown away, these paintings are also soulless paintings, which are spread dry on the drawing paper, and every line is stiff and rigid.

"This kind of opponent, it's no wonder that Yi Wusheng won the gold medal back then. There was no hero at that time, and Li Zi became famous." Lin Hanchuan sighed.

"You don't like Yi Wusheng either?" the young man said suddenly, his eyes sparkling, "I hate him too!"

From the mouth of the young man, Lin Hanchuan knew that his name was Yuehong, and that he and Yi Wusheng were young painters of the same generation. The two were rivals of "South Yi Beiyue". They compared and fought with each other openly and secretly. He got the spring breeze six years ago. For the gold medal in the art exhibition, Yi Wusheng narrowly lost, but he was slightly better.

Three years later, Yi Wusheng also won the gold medal, but passed away unexpectedly.

Since then, Yi Wusheng has become an existence that Yue Hong will never be able to surpass, because the dead of the Chinese people have big thoughts, and Yue Hong has no way to defeat a dead person.

"But his painting is not as good as mine." Yuehong snorted. He is 25 years old, but his eyes are still clean, and his behavior is like a child. Well, it won’t be a generation of everyone.”

This is the painter who won the gold medal of the Spring Breeze Art Exhibition at the age of 19.Lin Hanchuan's eyes flickered.

"Brother, you also participated in the selection of the Spring Breeze Art Exhibition. How was the result?" Qi Fenghua was annoyed in his heart, and he didn't intend to save Qi Yuyu any more face, so he asked directly.

When Yuan Xiao heard it, he also bluffed and said, "Brother Qi, you also participated in the Spring Breeze Art Exhibition, so why didn't you tell me earlier. I don't know which area your painting is hung in? Why don't you tell me and let me watch it."

Just as if he didn't understand Yuan Xiao's yin and yang, Qi Yuyu said calmly: "The result is not bad. Now the painting is hanging in the traditional Chinese painting area. Do you want to take a look?"

Immediately, both Qi Fenghua and Yuan Xiao opened their eyes wide.

Yuan Xiao blurted out: "How is it possible! Didn't you never learn how to draw? How could you be selected!"

Qi Fenghua didn't say anything, but it could be seen that he actually thought so in his heart.

While talking to Yue Hong, Lin Hanchuan also kept paying attention to Qi Yuyu's movements. Seeing Qi Yuyu being bullied at this time, Lin Hanchuan was also a little angry. He walked out and stood beside Qi Yuyu: "In this case, seeing To be honest, if you go and see together, you will know.”

The moment Qi Fenghua saw Lin Hanchuan, he was a little out of his mind; Yuan Xiao was also a little uncomfortable with this 'good brother'.

With dry laughs, Yuan Xiao tried to greet Lin Hanchuan: "Brother, you're here too..."

His eyes swept over Yuan Xiao and Qi Fenghua beside him, and Lin Hanchuan stubbornly led Qi Yuyu to the traditional Chinese painting area without saying a word on the way.

He didn't speak, Qi Fenghua had a ghost in his heart and didn't dare to speak, and Yuan Xiao felt ashamed and didn't dare to speak out.

For some reason, Yue Hong, who was following them, looked left and right, with a curious expression and an expression of eating melon that could not be concealed.

A group of people just walked to the door of another building, only to see that this building is different from the other building, and the exhibition hall is crowded with tourists.

"Why are there so many people here?" Yue Hong exclaimed, and couldn't help retreating.

The passer-by who heard Yue Hong's words kindly explained: "Don't you know, there is a masterpiece in the traditional Chinese painting area, and our professors are full of praise."

"Our teacher also said that there are surprises in the Chinese painting section of the Spring Breeze Art Exhibition, so we must come and see them."

"I'm from Qingmei Academy, brother, which school are you from?"

……

In a good art museum, the atmosphere becomes lively in an instant, just like a vegetable market.Lin Hanchuan and his group squeezed and squeezed for a long time, and finally reached the center of the crowd.

When did Yuan Xiao suffer this kind of grievance, he immediately thought of quitting: "Let's just go and see Big Brother Qi's paintings, what masterpieces to see, what masterpieces can compare with Fenghua's paintings..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw that miraculous gesture, and the rest of the words were stuck in his throat.

It is said that art is the art of a few people, but art is more of a literary creation. The best art is never the art of a few people. Works that touch people's hearts, can make people empathize, and can impress ordinary audiences are the top. artwork.

The painting hanging on the wall is simple, straightforward, and full of emotion. Even ordinary people who don't understand art and painting can feel a strong emotional impact after seeing it.

With a smile in his eyes, Lin Hanchuan asked, "How about this painting of your brother Qi?"

There was faint pride and pride in the tone, and Qi Yuyu's ears were slightly red.

Qi Fenghua and Yuehong had strange expressions on their faces. They looked at the painting with wrinkled brows and thoughtful faces.Yue Hong looked at it for a long time, and asked bluntly: "Did you draw this painting, was it influenced by any person or work?"

As an opponent, Yue Hong is the person who is most familiar with Yi Wusheng's paintings. He can tell at a glance that this painting is exactly the same as Yi Wusheng's painting that won the gold medal in the past. Confrontation and fusion are exactly the same.