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Chapter 329, Eight Chengdu is the work of Chu Xinghe

“Mr. Jiang, I know you want to save a bit of face for that friend, but as you said, the old farmer’s eyes were drawn extraordinarily sluggish, quite rigid, and the so-called look can’t read the vivid charm at all.”

“How can this kind of work enter Fang Zong’s eyes?”.

Maybe it’s about the identity of the face.

Qiao Jie and Fang Jiuran are tens of thousands of miles away, and they are simply not of the same grade.

But when it comes to artistic attainments.

This kid felt that he was among the best in Changquan City.

What’s more, a little boy is gesticulating.

In order to step on Fang Chen from another dimension, there was even Fang Jiuran in this Qiao Jie’s words.

The legendary female president of Tianding…

It seems, but that’s all!

Everyone from the Changquan Painting and Calligraphy Academy also looked a little arrogant.

He crushed Fang Jiuran in terms of artistic attainments and made them feel very face.

“Hehe, I think the two of them have the right vision.”

Fang Biyun’s voice suddenly sounded, Qiao Jie’s expression changed slightly;

“The old farmer’s sluggish gaze is not because the painter’s pen ability is not enough to reflect the charm.”

Fang Biyun coquettishly played with a strand of blue silk that reached her shoulders.

Then the gaze fell on the scroll, and Zhu Lips lightly opened his mouth and said;

“Look at the old farmer in the painting, muddy and embarrassed, but the fish basket and fishing tools in his hand are gone.”

“I guess it might be because the waves rushed by when the fish was caught, and a fierce boy not only dragged the old man into the sea, but also rushed all the fishing gear into the depths of the river.”

“So the old farmer got nothing, and his eyes are dull. It can’t be said that it’s because there is no harvest, and the melancholy of losing his fishing gear.”

Fang Chen said with a smile at this time; “Maybe it’s because of…”.

Fang Chen, Fang Jiuran, Fang Shiyun, Fang Biyun said at the same time.

“The old farmer is thinking about how to end the dinner tonight. Behind the old farmer, he is facing life. Perhaps there is a family waiting with three mouths…”.

Such an analysis.

This unremarkable piece of stalls instantly soared to more than one level in terms of artistic conception and meaning.

quiet……

Deathly silence.

On the banks of the Qinhuai River, at this moment, apart from the whistling wind, no one could hear anything.

“hiss!”.

I don’t know who took the lead and took a breath.

“Compared with that, in terms of artistic conception, the works of Mr. Qiao are not at the same level…”.

Fang Chen glanced at Qiao Jie’s paintings.

Qiao Jie’s elegant face instantly turned red, and Wan Yu, who was a licking dog, spoke very positively.

“Hmph, this is just your guess, this kind of thing, you can say a few words by pointing to any painting and analyzing it casually.”

She didn’t want to see the eldest brother Qiao Jie whom she admired in her heart was embarrassed.

But in fact, from the expressions of everyone, you can already get a closer look, and Fang Jiuran and others analyzed the sentence not bad.

“In fact, there is a lot of evidence…”.

The corner of Fang Chen’s lips is a Yang.

I think it is still necessary to teach this group of noble young artists a good lesson.

“For example, the old farmer’s clothes are winter clothes, which are wrapped up in acquaintances. His white lips and such subtle facial features can depict so vividly. You think the painter may be because of the lack of brushstrokes, which made the old farmer’s eyes a little less. Do you have Shen Yun?”.

“What’s more, the painting depicts the dusk of late winter. The tide is about to rise. At this time, fishing in the sea is like a very dangerous thing.”

“The melancholy in the eyes of the old farmer is naturally affected by the environment, and the upper part of the composition is slightly empty. In fact, it is the painter’s purpose to highlight the time, environment, and weather…”.

The words came out.

The disciples of the Calligraphy and Painting Academy who had been a bit disdainful before, looked at Fang Chen’s gaze suddenly changed.

Yes!

What a simple truth!

How easy it is to analyze!

They boast that they are above the top and have a lot of accomplishments in calligraphy and painting, but what?

Actually, even an ordinary person does not have the level of appreciation…

The girl named Wanyu was rebutted by Fang Chen one after another, and she was very embarrassed by the fact that she was thrown out evidence to slap her in the face.

Suddenly slapped the table.

“Snapped!”.

“The king with a strong mouth is easy to say but difficult to do. If you have the ability, you can paint a picture…”.

“It’s easy for you to point out here. Who wouldn’t say it if you have a long mouth!”.

“Positive kid, it’s Ms. Biyun, Mr. Fang, and they can see it carefully. You will analyze it as just picking up omissions. Do you really think you have any understanding of art?”.

It’s just a little white face with a cane. What’s so proud of?

Why is he arrogant in front of my beloved Brother Qiaojie?

Upon hearing this, Fang Chen sneered;

“Is it all double-standard now? I have to learn how to refrigerate before evaluating the quality of refrigerators?”.

“Okay, Wanyu.”

Qiao Jie stopped Wan Yu from continuing to talk back to Fang Chen.

Go on.

In any case, the fact is that I don’t know how to appreciate that masterpiece, and I am actually complacent, and feel complacent about my work.

What a shame!

He didn’t expect it.

An entrepreneur.

A goddess of war.

A little white face.

These three people are really good at speaking.

However, Qiao Jie prides himself on being lofty and feels that only those who pursue elegance and vulgarity can make his heart move.

For example, Miss Fang Biyun.

He didn’t know that Fang Biyun was still the nightmare of countless tycoons in the upper class, a first-class poison master.

The two met at Changquan Academy of Painting and Calligraphy, and they met friends by painting.

Qiao Jie feels that Miss Biyun is just a good match for him…

“I underestimated this work…”.

There was no shame on Qiao Jie’s face, only a kind of discomfort and embarrassment that was refuted.

A touch of displeasure in the eyes fell into Fang Chen’s eyes clearly;

“By the way, since the three leaders who analyzed this work are honest, I don’t know if Fang always guessed who did this painting?”.

Fang Chen raised the corner of his mouth and knew that your kid would not cry without seeing the coffin…

Still want to save a wave of face?

The picture depicts the Qinhuai River, but it is definitely not the Confucius Temple in Changquan City.

As the master of the painting.

Qiao Jie knew where he sold this painting.

In order to return to the game, of course Qiaojie had to pretend to lower his posture first.

Fang Jiuran was stunned for a moment, but Fang Biyun raised her eyebrows. This Qiaojie’s belly was really too small.

But Fang Chen, who had been sneered at the corner of his mouth, laughed twice;

“Got a gamble, maybe I can really guess the author of this painting.”

“Oh? How about this friend?”

From the bottom of Qiao Jie’s heart, he was even more disdainful of Fang Chen.

Fang Chen glanced at him with a smile; “If I guessed correctly…”.

He and Fang Jiuran looked at each other, and the woman also raised her red lips.

“80% of this painting is the master of Chumen, Chu Xinghe, Mr. Chu.”