"How did it turn out?"

"You're really curious about the result..."

"Sorry, I just have an inexplicable confidence in the great god. The great god can bring my sketches from the bottom of the class and into the top ten gods in the class!"

"My gouache is also brought up by the great master!"

"I will beat the god in this wave!"

Zhong Yu spoke viciously, but he was inevitably a little lacking in confidence. He also blamed himself for his broken hand, what was wrong with pulling, but he just pulled Chinese paintings?

Send the great god into the tiger's mouth!

So Zhong Yu was full of guilt, and suppressing Lin Yuan was also a kind of redemption.

And at the forefront of the crowd.

Kong An, a professor in the Department of Fine Arts, smiled faintly and did not speak out.

Behind Kong An, there were several art tutors from the art department. Today, they also came to join in the fun. Some people even underestimated a few words:

“Is there hope?”

"Do you think Lin Yuan?"

"I think some are more."

"There are probably some comparisons, but the result is not very suspense."

“…”

It’s not that I look down on Lin Yuan, but that Lin Yuan’s attainments in gouache and sketching are amazing, and painters must have their own expertise.

Lin Yuan’s gouache and sketch are so good, he may not have studied Chinese painting deeply enough.

This is a very common fixed thinking. In fact, if ordinary people do not cheat, they can't escape this law.

"It's out!"

Just as everyone was discussing it, a scream came from the door.

Lin Yuan and Luo Wei finally walked out of the room inside.

Everyone observed Lin Yuan, a good guy, with a cold face as always, and didn't even have a smile that suited the expectations of society.

Maybe it was a bit miserable to lose?

But after everyone looked at Luo Wei, they hesitated again, because Luo Wei seemed a little out of shape and felt a little floating when walking. They almost fell down when they went out, which scared many people so much that they couldn't help but reach out to help.

Fortunately, Luo Wei did not fall, she just looked at everyone in a daze, and finally her eyes fixed on Kong An: "Are you here?"

"Well, how about it?"

Kong An asked with a smile.

Luo Wei smiled bitterly: "You want to go in and take a look?"

Kong An continued to laugh and said, "Aren't you missing a referee?"

Luo Wei shook her head and whispered: "I don't deserve it."

The sound was very small, so small that only Kong An, who was closest to Luo Wei, could hear it.

Kong An was stunned for a moment, looked at Lin Yuan, and his heart was slightly turbulent, and then he quickly walked into the studio, but he saw the phoenix spreading wings drawn by Luo Wei at first glance.

"You have made some progress during this period."

Kong An praised with a smile.

The mentors also nodded frequently, Luo Wei's phoenix was so exquisite!

"Awesome!"

"I'll go!"

"This Phoenix is ​​so handsome!"

"The president is too cruel."

"Taking out the strongest skills directly?"

“…”

The students behind opened their heads and finally started to talk.

Then, Kong An walked towards Lin Yuan's painting.

It was a painting that was turned to the students, and no one could see it, only Kong An and a few tutors saw it.

Then, under the gaze of all the students, everyone was shocked to see that Kong An and several mentors changed their faces!

Especially Professor Kong, he clearly took a breath of air conditioning!

Silence fell into the studio.

In this silence, the members of the painting club moved their steps uneasyly.

Zhong Yu didn't understand it.

Why do Professor Han and his friends have such strange expressions?

No explanation.

Kong An solemnly took out the glasses in his pocket and put them on, then leaned in front of Lin Yuan's painting and started to look carefully.

He seemed to want to touch the painting, but his hand stopped in the air and took it back.

The ink trace has not dried yet.

Touching will affect the quality of the painting.

After a long time, Kong An sighed: "With thick ink vertical dots as the eyes, horizontal writing as the brain, falling ink into gold, every stroke is vivid...With the belly of the pen, light ink is painted into the body, which makes the shrimp body more crystal clear...With the center tip, the thorn, claws, big claws, and hardness and softness are used to condense and convey the spirit... This is everyone's handwriting!"

The students couldn't help but want to enter.

Kong An shouted and said, "Look outside!"

The students were startled and dared not enter.

Kong An took care of everyone's emotions and turned his paintings to everyone.

Everyone looked at Lin Yuan's paintings, some were thinking, some were dumbfounded, some were confused, some were confused, and some were puzzled...

shrimp?

Good drawing.

Lifelike.

But compared to Phoenix, it doesn't seem surprising?

This is what most people think.

Most people can’t see much difference when putting Qi Baishi’s shrimps and ordinary ink painters together.

Because, they are all shrimps.

However, not everyone lacks sufficient appreciation ability. The painting club also has some ink painting masters, which shows the horror of Lin Yuan’s painting!

Therefore, these people were shocked and then looked at Lin Yuan, with inexplicable horror.

Kong An side.

The ink tutor at the school said with an exaggerated expression: "The brushwork of this painting is so melodious. Look at the waist of the shrimp, there are different patterns, some bent forward, some wandering straight, some bent down and crawling, there is no rigidity or water, but you can feel the shrimp swimming in the water..."

This sentence aroused the approval of other mentors.

Another instructor said: "Look at the pair of shrimp's front paws, from thin to thick, from several sections to two claws, shaped like pliers, opening and closing. The shrimp's tentacles are drawn with several light ink lines. It seems easy, but it is actually extremely difficult. At least, I can't do it."

"The painting is alive."

If the painting is alive, the life of the shrimp will come out.

If the drawing is frozen, the shrimp will lose their lives.

In this painting, the lines of shrimp whiskers seem soft and solid, like broken and solid connection, with curves in straight and orderly in chaos. The shrimps on paper seem to be playing and moving in the water, and the tentacles also seem to be moving with the waves of water...

"This painting should have a name."

Kong An looked at Lin Yuan at the door.

Lin Yuan finally smiled: "Six Shrimp Picture."

A student said, "It's obviously five shrimps!"

"yes……"

“It’s five.”

"etc……"

"Look at the side of the shrimp group..."

"Then there seems to be shrimp?"
To be continued...