"Cough, cough, there's something going on. Do I have to buy a new ticket?"
"No, no, you can come as many times as you want. Please come in. Would you like a cup of tea?"
"No, no need, you can continue to do your work."
Lu Yuan walked into the Yanjing Central Art Museum again.
The atmosphere inside the art museum is no different from just now, except that there are more and more people on the second floor, and there seem to be more and more reporters.
Chen Guanxiong stood at the entrance of the aisle and looked at the people walking below, with a confused expression.
He thought of Lu Yuan's phone call just now.
Is he next to me?
Are you sure you're not joking? Is there such a coincidence?
I have to say that Lu Yuan's disguise this time was really good. Even if Lu Yuan walked into the hall, Chen Guanxiong didn't even notice it.
"Old man..."
After walking up to the second floor, Lu Yuan saw the old man still staring down, shook his head and shouted.
"Huh?" When the old man heard the familiar voice, he turned around and looked at this **** Lu Yuan who was dressed weirdly, and then his expression suddenly stiffened: "Why are you dressed like this?"
"Cough, cough, isn't it just to disguise it? Old man, you know, after all, I am a person who wants to keep a low profile." Lu Yuan scratched his head. The hat made him very uncomfortable and made his scalp feel a little itchy.
of.
But he couldn't help it, he had to wear this hat.
Just pretending.
"You...your appearance is really impressive. Even people who are familiar with you may not be able to recognize you..." Chen Guanxiong shook his head.
"Isn't this just for disguise?"
"Since you're here, I'll take you to get to know the painters and poets here. You are all artists, so you should have a lot in common..."
"No, I just need to keep a low profile and take a look..."
"real?"
"Well, yes, I just want to take a look and learn from it. To be honest, I don't understand these twists and turns, so it's not arty..." Lu Yuan chuckled and lowered his head.
"Put away your modesty in front of me. Forget it, since you want to pretend, let you pretend." Chen Guanxiong shook his head angrily.
This person is still the same as when we first met...
Very hypocritical.
"Um."
Lu Yuan continued to chuckle, feeling that he had an inexplicable sense of mystery.
At the same time, he felt that this sense of mystery was indeed somewhat pretentious.
When Chen Guanxiong and Lu Yuan returned to the lobby on the second floor, everyone looked at Lu Yuan curiously, but they did not ask any more questions and just regarded him as Chen Guanxiong's student or something.
Chen Xi frowned slightly and stared at Lu Yuan for dozens of seconds.
She had paid attention to this person just now, and now she felt that this person seemed to have a familiar feeling to her, but she couldn't remember who he was for a while.
She condensed slightly for a moment. Could it be that she was a disciple brought out by her grandfather?
Of course, there are many things you have been thinking about that are useless. After all, no matter which disciple you are, it has nothing to do with you, right?
Then she looked at the painting intently.
………………………
Lu Yuan saw this unique painting by Shen Chonghe.
Lu Yuan instantly felt that his artistic cells had been edified, and he felt that there was a breath in his body that was constantly replenishing. That kind of literary and artistic breath hit his face, and Lu Yuan got an incredible cleansing in an instant.
There are mountains, water, birds, flowers...
Well, the chicken is really beautiful!
Lu Yuan silently commented in his heart.
However, he only dared to evaluate it in his heart. If he said it out loud, he would definitely make people laugh.
after all……
"This painting seems peaceful, but in fact it reveals a leisurely atmosphere. Look at the sun. Although the sun looks blurry, it is full of artistic conception. I think this is Mr. Shen's revelation of the ups and downs of painting in his half-life.
Having seen through fame and fortune, I only wish to find the last place of peace and seclusion...According to this state of mind, I think I can compose a poem "Returning to Hermitage"..."
"Brother Liu, no, I think what I see is a different flavor. Although it seems to be ups and downs, in fact, there is a trace of majesty in this mountain. The invisible distance is the hometown. I feel
, this is a painting about homesickness... I think it should be paired with "Nostalgia Ode"..."
"Brother Zhang, I think this painting reveals a sense of melancholy..."
"..."
Since ancient times, there have been many talented people in Yanjing, and they have become confused...
Lu Yuan looked at the three people closest to him and admired them very much! At the same time, he felt like a feast for the eyes!
After the evaluation, the three people pondered one after another. Under the gaze of everyone and the camera, they all raised their heads slightly, looking a little desolate...
He has quite the temperament of being knowledgeable and talented!
Lu Yuan compared his silly look in front of the mirror with his hands behind his back, and suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment!
It’s like the sky and the earth!
Look at yourself!
Look at people again!
I only know how to act like a handsome man quietly with my hands behind my back, but what about others?
People's speech is so antique, and to truly criticize paintings and poems, one should have this kind of literary and artistic style!
This is the real qualified pretense!
Learned, learned!
Lu Yuan suddenly felt that his trip was indeed worthwhile.
After what these three people said and commented, Lu Yuan stared at the painting seriously again, and he suddenly felt that what these people said was indeed interesting...
After the three talented men finished reading their poems, they all looked at each other.
Literati have always looked down on each other since ancient times, and at the same time, the three of them are the kind of proud men who pride themselves on their talents, so no one is convinced by the other.
There is a faint smell of gunpowder in the air.
Several old men smiled and gave this opportunity to the young people.
These three young people are all good talents and may not be the backbone of all aspects of ancient poetry work in the future.
Only when there is dispute can there be progress.
Really good literary and artistic works are born out of disputes and comparisons.
"The poems are good, but... they are still lacking..."
Shen Chonghe glanced at the three talents with admiration, and then he looked at his painting again...
He shook his head and showed a faint smile.
Their poems cannot be said to be bad, nor can their artistic conception be said to be bad, but unfortunately they do not match my paintings. After all, there is something missing.
However, even he himself couldn't describe that kind of thing.
He only knows what is appropriate and inappropriate.
After Shen Chonghe said these words, the three of them were disappointed, but they still looked at each other.
There is still a sense of comparative taste.
Then one after another, young talents came up and wrote their own poems to the painting. Some of the poems had very strong hidden meanings, but they were also quite excellent, which made several old people nod their heads. It was a pity...
Shen Chonghe still felt that this was inappropriate.
Yes!
Not suitable.
"Mr. Shen, do I think this poem can be written like this? It's called "Autumn Mountain Looking at the Curtain"..." At this time, Chen Xi pondered for a long time, and then looked at the painting "Linnan Half City" under everyone's gaze.
Point, facing the rosy clouds, the smoke falls alone, the setting sun does not entertain guests, but falls in the fairyland in the painting..."
When Chen Xi read out this poem, the eyes of the young people next to her lit up, especially the talented man known as Brother Zhang who stood up: "This poem is good! It is full of charm, and it adds a bit of immortality.
, vaguely contains the fairy tale of Elder Shen returning to seclusion, in which the setting sun and falling smoke seem to have a hint of loneliness. The first three sentences are all about treating people with poetry, but the last sentence is instantly reversed! Junior sister is indeed a talented woman of Yan University and deserves the title!
"
"Yeah, it's really eye-catching, especially the artistic conception in that poem is really good. It combines the fairy with the misty dust, forming a very vast and sad temperament, but the last sentence is so free and easy
, it is truly a rare masterpiece!”
"Yes, it is indeed good. It is indeed Chen Xi!"
"..."
Chen Xi's poems have naturally attracted many people's praise, and many people have interpreted the artistic conception and melody of Chen Xi's poem and feel that this poem is full of pictures and makes people sigh.
Several old men also nodded. Compared with the previous three talents, Chen Xi's poem is indeed a step up.
Chen Xi didn't feel happy because of the sounds around her. She just looked at Shen Chonghe quietly.
Shen Chonghe repeated her poem twice and then nodded.
Just when Chen Xi felt that what she had written was recognized by Shen Chonghe, she saw Shen Chonghe shaking his head again.
"There is still something missing..." Shen Chonghe looked at everyone, his eyes slightly disappointed.
The poetry of these people is not bad.
He didn't think it was bad either.
It's a pity that the painting was painted by himself. If it was a slightly inferior painting, he wouldn't be able to put it up.
Chen Xi was a little disappointed.
But this disappointment only lasted for a moment. After all, she also knew that writing poetry did not happen overnight.
Some inspirations and some talents are really rare.
"That's all, Brother Shen, it's lunch time soon. Let's go eat first. We'll take our time with this poem later..."
"Well, that's right. It's true that I was a little impatient. After all, poems and articles are all made by nature, and they were obtained by chance..." Shen Chonghe couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
The ink on this painting is not completely dry now.
If the poem is drawn while the ink is still wet, then the painting itself will not have any flaws, but if it is a later painting, the layering of the painting will have some flaws, and it will not be as perfect as imagined.
This is the difference!
"How about this... let's collect collections from the Internet? Collect this poem. After all, there are quite a lot of literati on the Internet, and many of them are talented people... I remember there was Lu Yuan before... Lu Yuan also
Not bad...a bit interesting..."
"Lu Yuan? Is he that big star?"
"yes!"
"Forget it, he is probably already addicted to the entertainment industry and working on his movies, and I really don't think he can be better than us..."
"You can't say that. Among the younger generation, Lu Yuan is also quite talented..."
"He is indeed talented in other aspects, but poetry is different. Although he has written poetry, I think it is still a bit lacking in taste. Who can guarantee that he is better than our three talented people from Yan University?"
"Yes, and his major is not poetry..."
"Well, that's right...
When someone suggested finding poets online, everyone started chatting.
I don't know who mentioned Lu Yuan, and then a group of young people started discussing this topic.
The reporters who were filming nearby became a little excited when they heard this.
Lu Yuan?
Lu Yuan is a topic of conversation!
But at this moment...
"Xiao Lu, you haven't written a poem yet... You've been looking at paintings for so long, and you don't want to try a poem? Everyone is talking about you..."
Chen Guanxiong suddenly showed a smile and pushed Lu Yuan.
"..."
Lu Yuan suddenly felt a little confused after being pushed like this.
At this moment, everyone who had been discussing suddenly fell silent and stared at him.
"????"
"..."
"???"
Lu Yuan looked at Chen Guanxiong and was dumbfounded.