The Birth of the Best Director

Chapter 35 I thank you on behalf of An Feng

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Liu Yifei was very happy to be praised by Lu Zhiyuan.

But as Lu Zhiyuan's good friend, best friend, roommate, business partner, and work assistant, Xin Yukun knew very well...

It was a little too early for Liu Yifei to be happy.

as predicted.

"Ayuan, what do you think of these two paintings?"

Liu Yifei led Lu Zhiyuan to the two new paintings, her tone slightly expectant.

Needless to say, these two paintings are also her works.

One of them was a painting she made when she was 15 years old.

The other one was painted some time ago after "The Forbidden Kingdom" was released. She was criticized by various media and was depressed. She came up with the idea of ​​temporarily leaving the entertainment industry and secluded herself at home for a month to paint this work.

She felt that this last painting was her masterpiece.

It was because of this painting that she received countless praises that she felt that she should become a painter, and returning to the United States to apply to an art school was also a good choice.

“Mediocre works have lost their spirituality.”

Looking at the painting that Liu Yifei created when she was 15 years old, under the other party's expectant eyes, Lu Zhiyuan slowly shook his head, sighed, and gave a bad review without hesitation.

He turned around and looked at another painting, too lazy to comment: "I think this painting should be taken down from the wall. It's probably the worst in the whole show."

what?
I spent a month creating this masterpiece, and everyone praised it, but you said it was the worst?
Hearing this, Liu Yifei was of course not convinced.

At this moment, she almost lost her mind with anger.

But considering that she had to maintain her ladylike image, Liu Yifei could only grit her teeth and ask, "I don't think this painting is that bad, right? It's better than the one drawn by the 10-year-old girl, right? Whether it's the color matching or the technique."

Compared with others, it’s hard to say about Liu Yifei.

But, no matter how bad I am now, I can definitely draw better than my 10-year-old self, right?

"What do you think? In what way do you think?"

Lu Zhiyuan stared at Liu Yifei blankly, then laughed with a hint of sarcasm: "I thought you asked me to meet you at the gallery because you understood painting. It turns out that you don't."

what! ! !
I'm going crazy!
Listen to what he is saying?
I have never seen such an arrogant person in my life!
You diss me in front of me?
Who gave you the courage?

Liu Yifei's cheeks suddenly puffed up, and she was so angry that she was about to turn into a toad.

These three words, "You don't understand," were like a sharp sword, piercing through Liu Yifei's thick psychological defenses and almost making her spit out blood.

Seeing Liu Yifei's face full of dissatisfaction, Lu Zhiyuan said, "Imitating the paintings of predecessors is like walking on a highway paved by others. It's certainly comfortable to walk on. But flowers will never grow on such a highway."

Again!
He started again!

Xin Yukun, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but want to applaud loudly.

While filming "Maze of the Heart", Lu Zhiyuan would say such hurtful words every few days, making all the crew members feel uncomfortable.

They wanted to retort... They tried for a long time but couldn't find more professional words.

I can only endure it.

After holding it in for a month, everyone was almost vomiting blood.

Now, it's Liu Yifei's turn to be poisoned.

When you argue with a cultured person, you don’t even know what he is scolding you for. You just think that his words are so cool, and you want to fight back but can’t find the right words.

"If I'm not mistaken, these three paintings were all painted by An Feng, right?"

“In the last two paintings, the techniques are obviously more mature.”

"But perhaps as she grew up, she had too many thoughts in her heart and she had lost the spirituality that God had given her."

"Although her skills have improved as she's grown older, she has closed off her inner world and can no longer convey the innocence and fun she had as a child."

Liu Yifei was silent.

Damn.

He seemed to really understand me. Was he trying to pique my interest this way?

Liu Yifei had to think so.

There are only a few ways for a man to win a woman's heart. Obviously, arousing the other person's interest is a very effective trick.

She didn't know how many people like this she had met over the years.

At this moment, Liu Yifei sneered in her heart and felt that she had seen through Lu Zhiyuan's routine.

“Art is not about copying what you see, but about using color and line to create the world you want others to perceive.”

"Pity."

"When An Feng was 10 years old, if he could have met a famous teacher and developed enough skills, he could have retained that desire to express the world with his childlike innocence."

"She had a chance to enter the family."

While expressing a similar sentiment as "The Story of Zhongyong", Lu Zhiyuan pointed at Liu Yifei's last painting and gave specific comments.

“Light and shadow are ever-changing, and in this ever-changing world, the painter’s delicate and romantic love is often left behind, recording the fleeting beauty.”

“And in this painting, there is nothing.”

“So, it is garbage.”

Lu Zhiyuan simply confused Liu Yifei.

If there were no outsiders present, Liu Yifei would have almost cried.

No one had ever said this to her since she was a child.

Besides, this bastard, what he said makes a lot of sense.

However, to leave one's love and the fleeting beauty in the ever-changing light and shadow... Listen, is this human language?

Before today, she naively thought that she could become an artist.

And now...damn art dream!
It was punctured.

Lu Zhiyuan is such a disgusting person.

"Although the painting is rubbish, I am very interested in An Feng as a person."

Lu Zhiyuan changed the subject and showed some appreciation: "If An Feng is your friend, could you please tell her a message for me..."

"What?"

At this moment, Liu Yifei almost jumped up to answer.

An Feng, isn’t that me?
Could it be that after he hit me, he still wanted to encourage me?
enough!

I do not need!
"An Feng probably has no hope of becoming a painter in this life. But you can learn photography from me."

"Remember, a tree that is moved dies, but a person who is moved lives."

"When God closes a door for her, he will always open a window for her."

"An Feng has a foundation in fine arts, but his mind is empty and he doesn't have much artistic thinking. Photography is perfect for someone like him. In less than two months, his skills will be comparable to Brother Kun's. If he works harder, in a year, An Feng can be my photographer."

Liu Yifei felt that Lu Zhiyuan was deliberately making fun of her.

She was so angry that she almost exploded.

"I want to thank you on An Feng's behalf. Thank you Director Lu for your appreciation!"

At this moment, her teeth were chattering and she couldn't help but speak in a sarcastic tone.

Who is saying that he has an empty brain?

Who says they don’t have artistic thinking?

After scolding me for a long time, you still want me to be your photographer?

Lu Zhiyuan, you big pighead, go to hell!

(End of this chapter)