Zhu Wenshan nodded in agreement, and the two of them rolled up the painting left by Gu Junlin and walked toward the cultural center.
"Happy teacher."
"Hello, Teacher Xia."
Along the way, people kept saying hello to Zhu Wenshan and Xia Qingyu.
Today is the day for the art students in these painting classes to take the exam. The school rented an exhibition hall in the cultural center for them to display their works.
Zhu Wenshan and Xia Qingyu serve as judges and are responsible for scoring these students.
"Hello." The two people responded calmly, walked directly into the exhibition hall, found a shelf and hung up the "Chicken Eating Rice" painted by Gu Junlin, and then placed it in the most conspicuous position in the exhibition hall.
At this moment, the exhibition hall is already full of people, some of whom are students taking exams and some of whom are tourists.
Seeing this, these people cheered and gathered around, looking at the work curiously.
Zhong Fabai and Dai Wenyue were also among the crowd. When he saw the painting, Zhong Fabai was so surprised that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear:
"Isn't this a crappy thing painted by that boy Gu Junlin? Why is it placed in the middle of the exhibition hall? Does your teacher have any discernment?"
"Shut up!" Dai Wenyue glared angrily at Zhongfa: "The two teachers in front are Taishan Beidou in our Jiangcheng painting circle. They represent our Jiangcheng to participate in exchange meetings in other places every year. They have no vision, don't you?
Is Zhong Fabai discerning?"
Zhong Fabai immediately lowered his head and stopped talking. Others were so powerful that he couldn't compare with him.
"Mr. Zhu, is this your new masterpiece? Can you explain it to everyone? We really can't understand it." At this time, a student in the crowd couldn't help but ask.
"No, this is not a painting made by me. The skill of the painter is still better than mine." Zhu Wenshan shook his head seriously: "If you really want to criticize this painting, it will take me and Xia Qingyu's teacher Zeng Lao
Just come forward."
What! You actually want Mr. Zeng to come forward in person!
"Yes, we have just called Mr. Zeng. Mr. Zeng said that he can help us identify this painting through video. Please wait a moment." Xia Qingyu also added.
After hearing this, the crowd was in an uproar.
Mr. Zeng, as Zhu Wenshan said, is the number one contemporary painter and a national treasure. Any painting he makes can be sold for hundreds of millions.
Such a simple painting actually required Mr. Zeng to identify it. Whose handiwork was it?
Everyone was talking a lot, and upon hearing these comments, Zhong's pale face instantly turned livid with anger.
Gu Junlin, this kid made a random painting and it actually caused such a big response.
At this time, Zhu Wenshan had already contacted Mr. Zeng via video.
The LCD screen in the hall flashed, and Mr. Zeng's amiable face appeared on the LCD screen.
"Hello everyone."
Although he is close to a hundred years old, Mr. Zeng is full of energy and happily greets people in the exhibition hall.
"Mr. Zeng! Mr. Zeng!" There was a burst of cheers from the crowd. No one expected that Mr. Zeng would really connect with everyone.
After briefly greeting everyone, Mr. Zeng said to Zhu Wenshan: "Wenshan, I heard that you got a strange picture. Even you can't see the depth. Where is the picture? Take a photo and show it to me.
."
"Okay, Mr. Zeng."
Zhu Wenshan quickly used his mobile phone to take several photos of Gu Junlin's "Chicken Eating Rice" from various directions and sent them to Mr. Zeng.
Together with Xia Qingyu, he pushed the easel under the screen so that Mr. Zeng could see the original work.
Mr. Zeng looked at the picture, then stared at the painting below for a long time, and suddenly fell silent.
"What's wrong with Mr. Zeng? Could it be that Teacher Zhu and Teacher Xia have made a mistake? This painting is worthless. Who painted it casually?"
There was another discussion below.
"The artistic conception is lofty, the layers are clear, and there are paintings within paintings." At this time, Mr. Zeng suddenly spoke and gave a twelve-character evaluation.
Whoosh!
The whole exhibition hall was instantly silent.
Mr. Zeng actually gave such a high evaluation. Is this painting really that great?
"Mr. Zeng, the student really doesn't understand what you mean. Please give me some more advice." Zhu Wenshan frowned and thought for a while. He really couldn't figure out the key, so he had to humbly ask for advice.
"It's very simple, take a magnifying glass, observe the dragonfly carefully, and then turn the painting upside down to look at it again."
At Mr. Zeng's reminder, Zhu Wenshan quickly found a magnifying glass and took a closer look at the dragonfly.
At first glance, I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. It turned out that it was not one dragonfly, but three dragonflies. One was standing on the flower bones, and the other was hiding behind the flower stem, with only half of its head exposed.
There is another one splashing in the water, but the writing is simple and you can't find the key unless you look carefully.
A few short strokes, a combination of movement and stillness, virtual reality in place, and a picture of a chicken eating rice on the shore, a breath of nature rushes towards the face. No wonder Zeng Lao said that the artistic conception is lofty and clear-cut.
When he turned the picture over again, Zhu Wenshan was even more amazed. After turning it over, the picture turned into a majestic landscape and waterfall picture.
This is no longer painting, this is a stroke of genius, applying lines and white space to the extreme.
Zhu Wenshan and Xia Qingyu looked at each other and saw the deep shock in each other's eyes.
At this time, a good person followed Zhu Wenshan and observed with a magnifying glass. Unexpectedly, he also discovered the mystery and called it a miracle.
The atmosphere in the exhibition hall became a little awkward. Those who had mocked Gu Junlin before kept moving back, fearing that the two instructors would find them.
Zhong Fabai's face turned blue and white in turns. He never expected that Gu Junlin would draw such a crappy thing casually and get such a high evaluation.
"Then please ask the teacher to estimate the price of this painting." At this time, Zhu Wenshan asked again.
Mr. Zeng pondered for a moment and said calmly: "This painting is a priceless treasure. There is no way to estimate it. I don't know who painted it. I want to see it."
This put Zhu Wenshan in a difficult situation. When he and Xia Qingyu got out of the car, Gu Junlin had already left.
Looking back at the crowd, his eyes suddenly lit up. He pointed at Dai Wenyue and said, "Dai Wenyue, come out. The teacher will ask you something."
"Teacher Zhu, are you looking for me?" Dai Wenyue stood up from the crowd reluctantly. At this time, she wished that others could not see her.
"I saw you standing with the painter just now. Do you know each other? You can call him over and ask him to meet Mr. Zeng."
Zhu Wenshan said in a hurried tone, which almost made Dai Wenyue cry.
Just now she was also teasing Gu Junlin, and now she was asked to come back to find Gu Junlin, and she couldn't bear it.
However, Zhu Wenshan was the judge of this exam, so she did not dare to offend her, so she had no choice but to agree humbly.
However, Dai Wenyue did not handle this matter personally. She called Zhong Fabai aside and said fiercely:
"Zhong Fabai, it's all your fault. Go get Gu Junlin back for me, or we'll break up!"
Zhong Fabai was so angry that he quickly yelled: "This has nothing to do with me. Didn't your teacher tell you to look for it? I just went to the third floor to look after Gu Junlin. You go to the third floor to look for him."
"If you don't go, we'll break up."
This is what Dai Wenyue kept saying over and over again.
Zhong Fabai was helpless and had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk towards the third floor.
On the third floor, Gu Junlin was lost. He had just called Aunt Xu Lin. Aunt Xu said she was waiting for him at 306 on the third floor, but he searched around and couldn't find the house number of 306 at all.
"Gu Junlin, so you are here." Suddenly a white voice came from behind.
