The reporter found Jiang Yang, and after taking a few more photos, he stayed in the corner to review his manuscript. But I don’t know if it was because of a game, but the reporter was really a little bit tongue-tied.
This won't work.
The reporter scratched his head anxiously while brushing his teeth.
At this moment, the reporter saw a painter with hand-held painting tools hurriedly passing by him under the leadership of the staff.
The painter gasped: "I rushed here after receiving your call."
The staff warned: "I also heard from my colleagues at noon that the library did not plan to set up a copying area in the near future, but it was opened for him. There are not many places, and I managed to get it for you. You can wait.
The son has passed, don't talk, don't disturb, otherwise it will be difficult for me to explain here——"
"knew."
The painter pushed up his round glasses and said gratefully: "I'll treat you to dinner tonight."
The staff responded and sent the artist to the copying area.
The painter finally saw the person his friend said he couldn't disturb, and he suddenly felt a sense of oppression. It wasn't Jiang Yang, but the bodyguard standing not far behind Jiang Yang. He was not easy to mess with at first sight, especially when
When he entered the copy area, the bodyguard glanced at him.
As expected, it is either rich or noble.
Jiang Yang was wearing headphones, listening to music and painting at the same time. After noticing the movement next to him with his peripheral vision, he took a look and saw that it was a new painter. He smiled happily at the painter because Jiang Yang was alone.
In this copy area, when people passing by to see the art exhibition looked at him like they were looking at monkeys, this made Jiang Yang quite embarrassed.
It's fine now.
Monkey Mountain has a new companion, and he is no longer the only one in embarrassment.
The painter smiled back. I don't know if it was because of his restraint or insincerity. He felt that his smile was ugly and he quickly turned around to give him an unpleasant look.
As for why you are not sincere——
He had wanted to copy this painting for a long time, but had no chance.
In the morning, his very good female friend, the staff member who brought him here, called him to tell him that now the painting in the art museum could be copied again, and she helped him apply for a spot. He was happy from the bottom of his heart.
Now.
How could he not be jealous when he learned that a copy area was opened just because this person wanted to draw?
Not like this.
He had already prepared the rubbings and so on, and wanted to copy them, but he couldn't.
But this person can draw as soon as he comes——
Why!
It's so unfair.
especially--
After seeing that Jiang Yang had no rubbings.
After all, it is a copy of the master's original work, and there must not be the slightest difference. Otherwise, how can he learn the essence of each stroke of the master's strokes? So before he came to paint, he had rubbed the outline of the shape and some details, but Jiang Yang actually
It’s a direct start!
This starts directly——
If you are a master, then there is nothing to say.
But Jiang Yang looked like a beginner at first glance. He didn't have enough control over the composition and details, and many details were not drawn, let alone the essence of the master's strokes.
A waste of natural resources.
The painter felt that the opportunity to copy the original work was wasted on Jiang Yang. He might as well go home and practice more, and then copy again. The only advantage would be that it would be easier for him...
Think about it this way.
This is a good man.
The painter again felt that Jiang Yang's eyebrows were clearer and his eyes were more beautiful.
even--
He almost wanted to give Jiang Yang a few words, because Jiang Yang made many mistakes. He just thought of his friends, the staff who brought him here, telling him not to disturb him, but the painter could only swallow it.
but--
When Wei Taiping went out to use the restroom, the painter moved a step but couldn't help but said: "——You're painting something wrong——"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the painter regretted them.
What a mouth you have.
He almost wanted to slap himself.
fine.
Jiang Yang, who was currently painting, was stunned for a moment, then looked at the original painting again, "Yes."
The painter's surprise.
It’s not like my friend said I shouldn’t disturb him, it’s still easy to talk to.
then--
He hurriedly added: "——This painting combines the colors and composition of Impressionism and Pointillism. Look at his dot-like brushstrokes. He is not that rational, and elongates the small dots into short lines. But you
——”
longer.
"That's it!"
Jiang Yang benefited a lot.
The curator said it yesterday, but he just listened to what the curator said. Moreover, the curator and the painter had different perspectives, and they were not so in-depth.
painter:……
Who is the parent of this child?!
I haven't learned to walk yet, so I came here to copy the original work and ran away.
It's too much of a push to encourage growth.
However--
Jiang Yang: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to change it."
He started painting directly again.
painter:……
no.
If you just copied it like this, you would be wasting the opportunity to copy the master's original work.
He felt sorry for it until it closed.
What they copy is an oil painting or an original work by a master. It cannot be completed in one day. It takes less than a week. Some people can even copy for a month. And these semi-finished products must be placed in the room specially prepared for them in the art museum for their convenience.
Continue next time.
Jiang Yang left after putting it away.
The painter was a little late and waited for the friend who helped him apply for copying qualifications. When they went downstairs and came to the lobby, they saw Jiang Yang sitting on the artistic sofa in the rest area, looking down at his mobile phone.
Both hands are rubbing the glass.
The painter is leaving.
His friend grabbed him and said, "Hey, wait a minute."
The painter is strange.
"Li Yu."
My friend pointed towards the end of the hall.
Over there——
Li Yu was still wearing the long windbreaker, carrying a bag, and came over chatting with the curator, Rose, the curator who took Jiang Yang to the exhibition yesterday.
Friend: "Appreciate it."
No need to be reminded by friends, the painter has already stopped.
What's more -
Li Yu.
It was the first time he saw a real person, and his fingers couldn't help twitching. He had the urge to pick up the brush and paint. Not only because of her beauty, but also because there was a sense of story under her exquisite facial features. He didn't know if it was because of the music.
Because there are too many.
What's more -
The painting he had been thinking about for a long time and wanted to copy was bought by Li Yu from a European and American auction. If she hadn't loaned it to the exhibition, he wouldn't have had the chance to copy it.
This deserves a respectful look.
"——This is a non-profit art museum, except that it is online, but it is comics. I believe Sister Rose can do this job——"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Curator: "You just came here two times and you took away my best student."
Li Yu: "This is also an opportunity for Sister Rose..."
They passed by the painter and the others and stopped in front.
"Then it's settled——"
Li Yu extended his hand to Sister Rose, "It's a pleasure to cooperate."
Sister Rose shook hands: "It's a pleasure to cooperate."
After Li Yu nodded, under the astonished gaze of the painter, he walked over to Jiang Yang, who was concentrating on rubbing the glass with his head down, and touched his head.
painter:!!!
He looked at his friend in surprise, but he was not surprised.
The painter understood.
He knew why Jiang Yang was too lazy to change.
If this painting belonged to him, he wouldn't bother to change it.
Jiang Yang didn't even raise his head, and unconsciously leaned towards Li Yu, close to Li Qingning's body.
"immediately!"
He said that smelling the fragrance felt like divine help, and rubbing the glass with his hands felt like a rainbow.
After a while.
Jiang Yang curiously threw the phone into his pocket and stood up, "I lost."
Wei Taiping not far away:...
Jiang Yang took the bag from Li Qingning's hand and threw it. Li Qingning took Jiang Yang's arm, waved to the curator and the others and left.
Got in the car.
The car drives home.
Jiang Yangzheng was nuzzling Li Qingning like catnip when Han Xiaoxiao called.
Jiang Yang: "Hello, Mr. Han!"
Mr. Han hasn’t seen you for a long time.
It's not that Mr. Han has his conscience and shouldn't use the whip to whip the street lamp pendant, but Zhou Hao, the street lamp pendant, assigns Han Xiaoxiao to the upright crew.
Now.
Mr. Han is the producer of "Beautiful Heart".
Geng Zhi asked her for money every day, and Han Xiaoxiao had no time to deal with him, so he naturally couldn't care about Jiang Yang and Zhou Hao.
The reason why I made the call this time despite my busy schedule was because the company account that Han Xiaoxiao was running received a business call.
certainly.
Han Xiaoxiao is not bragging.
With the account in her hand that can catch up with the Big Devil's popularity, it's not a problem that business people come to her door. It's a problem that they don't come to her door. She still has a dozen unread messages in her private messages that want business cooperation, but
She is too busy now. She can't collect toothbrushes, pillows, and facial cleansers. It's not worth it for her to push Jiang Yang and Zhou Hao to take action.
But now.
A businessman with a car came to my door.
Car companies!
Just rich and powerful.
Han Xiaoxiao had to call Jiang Yang, "——It just so happens that you are doing that kind of stop-motion animation. You can really ask them to give you some advice when shooting commercials——Hello, your mobile phone number ends at 9523, right?
?Okay, buckle up - their team has expertise in both automotive and racing."
"No, hey——"
Jiang Yang doesn't care about professional knowledge.
He cares: "What's the last number of your cell phone? What are you doing?"
Han Xiaoxiao: "I came here to do some shopping in the city center and took a ride on it - you must be honest and easy to deal with. This grandson is here to overspend. If I don't spend all my money, I'll be in trouble by then."
Let’s go back—no more, I’ll give Mr. Zhou my contact information, and you can serve some snacks, my great men—”
"Okay, okay, okay."
Life is not easy, so Mr. Han started Didi.
What else could Jiang Yang do? He could only agree first.
As for what to shoot——
Let’s talk about it at that time, in case we are deceived into being an investor.