Zha Gong pursues his career path at the crematorium

Chapter 41

Later, he has to go to the imperial capital for selection. Time is tight, and the Chunfeng Art Exhibition only lasts for two days in Qingzhou City.

Four hundred works were selected from all over the province and sent to the imperial capital. There were a large number of them. Fortunately, Qingzhou City was very powerful and had the top art museum in the country, which could hang four hundred paintings.

While others were admiring the paintings, Lin Hanchuan focused more on the decoration and layout of the art gallery. Compared with this huge art gallery, his small gallery was completely incomparable, and he lost completely.

"This is an official art museum. Its resources in all aspects are not comparable to those of private galleries. Don't be sad." Qi Yuyu noticed Lin Lin Hanchuan's strangeness and comforted him in a low voice.

Lin Hanchuan was not sad, but instead was aroused to be competitive: "One day, my gallery will be bigger than here."

Qi Yuyu was stunned for a moment, and then there was a smile in his eyes: "Come on."

"You don't believe me?" Lin Hanchuan was keenly aware of the suspicion in Qi Yuyu's expression.

Qi Yuyu paused subtly for a long time and said, "It's a good thing to have a dream. At least you have a direction to work towards."

Squinting his eyes slightly, Lin Hanchuan just retorted. When the words came to his lips, he realized that all his great achievements were It was the original world or the previous world. In this world, he was just a fledgling art dealer.

It's so cute, no wonder Qi Yuyu doesn't believe it.

Lin Hanchuan no longer explained, but just smiled enigmatically: "Look at the painting."

In the previous world, Lin Hanchuan single-handedly created a movie universe, and the materials belonging to the "Wukong" movie universe were endless; he joined forces with the official , is preparing to hold an international film festival. Under the inducement of the huge film market, it is not difficult to attract foreign films to participate, and the entire film industry is radiating new vitality.

In today's world, as long as he wants to, it is not impossible to build a capital of Eastern art.

Looking around, Lin Hanchuan noticed that there were not many tourists in this huge exhibition hall.

There are two buildings in the art museum, with an area of ​​four floors. The first floor can accommodate up to one or two hundred people, but as far as I can see now, there are only a few dozen people. Most of them have unique temperaments. You can tell they are painters at a glance. Some of them look philistine and shrewd, and they look like art dealers at first glance.

After walking around again and observing the architectural structure of the entire exhibition hall, Lin Hanchuan and Qi Yuyu entered the next exhibition hall.

"Fenghua, what do you think of this painting?" A familiar voice said.

Lin Hanchuan followed the voice and looked over.

Qi Fenghua's paintings were also selected and sent to the imperial capital. Of course, it was impossible to miss today's art exhibition. However, Qi's parents were busy, so he agreed to Yuan Xiao's invitation.

Yuan Xiao also graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts and thought that he resonated with Qi Fenghua, but he did not know that Qi Fenghua did not think of him as a 'painter'.

Yuan Xiao is worse than Yi Qionglou, he is just a rich second generation who uses art to gild himself. Qi Fenghua looked cold and looked up at the painting that Yuan Xiao liked: "It's okay."

But Yuan Xiao liked Qi Fenghua's aloofness. When he saw that he didn't like it, he didn't force it and said flatteringly: "It doesn't matter if you don't like this painting. , let's look at the next painting."

Qi Fenghua looked tired and walked towards the next painting lukewarmly.

He tossed and turned for the past two days, unable to calm down. Every time he closed his eyes, there was Lin Hanchuan and the bite mark on the side of his neck.

It was clear that Yi Qionglou was only used as a substitute at first, but now he is upset. Qi Fenghua only thought that he was an empath and transferred his feelings for Yi Wusheng to Yi Qionglou.

Although I comforted myself intellectually, I still couldn't calm down emotionally for a long time.

Lin Hanchuan didn't want to run into them, so he hid behind the big pillar and waited for the two people to pass by.

After waiting for a while, Lin Hanchuan did not wait to pass by the two people, but waited for Yuan Xiao's surprised voice: "Why are you here?"

His heart skipped a beat, and he had an ominous premonition. Lin Hanchuan looked up and saw Qi Yuyu stood outside openly, and happened to bump into Qi Fenghua face to face.

When dealing with outsiders, Qi Yuyu was cold and distant. He didn't speak or look at Yuan Xiao. He was admiring the paintings in front of him. In fact, his peripheral vision was on the pillar where Lin Hanchuan was hiding.

"Brother." Qi Fenghua hesitated for a long time and finally said hello, but he just called out and couldn't say anything else.

Qi Fenghua wanted to ask Qi Yuyu, do you know that Yi Qionglou is your brother's man? There are so many men in the world, why do you insist on grabbing this one.

He wanted to ask this question when he discovered the scandal between Qi Yuyu and Lin Hanchuan, but he had never returned home and had nowhere to ask.

At this time, when he met people, there were people coming and going in the same circle. Qi Fenghua couldn't help but reveal the secrets in front of the public.

Qi Fenghua felt a sigh of relief in his heart. He really couldn't swallow this breath, and said again: "Brother, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Don't leave later. Let's get together in private." After finishing speaking,

Qi Fenghua realized that his tone It was too blunt, so he added dryly: "Is it okay?"

"No." Qi Yuyu decisively refused.

Qi Fenghua's expression was distorted for a moment, and Yuan Xiao couldn't stand it at first: "Brother Qi, Fenghua has begged you so humbly, what else do you want." Qi Yuyu frowned slightly: "

Quiet."

Lin Hanchuan looked at Qi Yuyu In just a few words, the two people were rendered speechless and the corners of their lips curled up.

Yuan Xiao's face turned red, orange, yellow and green, and he suddenly said: "Brother Qi, Fenghua's painting has been selected, do you know?"

Qi Yuyu didn't know about this, but he had no interest in knowing.

Lin Hanchuan was not surprised by this matter. Qi Fenghua was the protagonist after all. Not to mention having a golden finger in painting, even if he had no talent at all, he could still be selected due to the protagonist's luck. It was not worth making a fuss about.

"Fenghua was selected for the Spring Wind Painting Exhibition. If he wins the award, he will be the youngest gold medal winner in the Spring Wind Painting Exhibition." Yuan Xiao said with a look of pride on his face, "I heard that Brother Qi also learns painting. Why don't you ask your brother for advice? He is the best and youngest painter."

After learning about Qi Yuyu from Qi Fenghua, Yuan Xiao didn't think much of this 'Brother Qi' anymore, especially after vaguely inquiring about Qi Yuyu. After Yuyu broke Qi Fenghua's heart.

At this moment, Qi Yuyu didn't like it, so Yuan Xiao kept poking Qi Yuyu's wounds mercilessly.

Yuan Xiao was angry because of Qi Yuyu, and even took action, but Qi Yuyu's expression did not change at all. He finally gave Yuan Xiao a look: "The youngest winner of the Spring Breeze Art Exhibition gold medal was a nineteen-year-old genius six years ago. At the age of nineteen, he won every award in the country."

As soon as these words came out, both Qi Fenghua and Yuan Xiao felt a little uncomfortable.

Yuan Xiao was slapped in the face, but Qi Fenghua was implicated because he was innocent. As a result, he was a little unhappy with Yuan Xiao.

"Scoff." Lin Hanchuan was listening to their conversation when he heard a faint scoff from beside him.

Lin Hanchuan looked over and saw a young man in his twenties. His hair was tied casually into a small bun on the back of his head. There were still traces of paint on his clothes that could not be washed away.

"Why are you laughing?" Lin Hanchuan asked the other party in a low voice.

The young man glanced at Lin Hanchuan and whispered: "I laugh at the Spring Breeze Art Exhibition every year. Every cat and dog can participate and be selected."

Lin Hanchuan quite agreed with this statement.

From just now until now, Lin Hanchuan looked over and saw no work that satisfied him.

Even if one throws away the immature painting skills, these paintings are soulless paintings, laid out dryly on the drawing paper, and every line is stiff and rigid.

"With this kind of opponent, it's no wonder that Yi Wusheng won the gold medal back then. There is no hero at that time. He just became famous." Lin Hanchuan murmured and sighed.

"You don't like Yi Wusheng too?" The young man suddenly spoke, his eyes shining, "I hate him too!"

From the young man's mouth, Lin Hanchuan knew that his name was Yue Hong, and that he and Yi Wusheng were young painters of the same generation. They are the competitors of "South Yi and North Vietnam". They compare and fight with each other openly and covertly. He won the gold medal in the Spring Breeze Art Exhibition six years ago. Yi Wusheng was defeated but he was slightly better.

Three years later, Yi Wusheng also won the gold medal, but died unexpectedly.

From then on, Yi Wusheng became a being that Yue Hong could never surpass, because the dead among Chinese people were the most important thing, and Yue Hong could not defeat a dead man.

"But he's not as good at painting as me." Yue Hong snorted. He was already twenty-five years old, but he still had clean eyes and behaved like a child. "His painting style is messy and he has not formed his own unique and fixed style. Even if he paints No matter how good you are, you will never become a great artist."

This is the painter who won the gold medal at the Spring Wind Art Exhibition at the age of nineteen. Lin Hanchuan's eyes moved.

"Brother, you also participated in the selection of the Spring Breeze Art Exhibition. What was the result?" Qi Fenghua was angry and asked directly, not intending to save face for Qi Yuyu.

When Yuan Xiao heard this, he shouted: "Brother Qi, you also participated in the Spring Breeze Art Exhibition, so why didn't you tell me earlier. I don't know which area your paintings are hung in? Why don't you tell me and let me observe.

" When he didn't understand Yuan Xiao's weirdness, Qi Yuyu said calmly: "The result is not bad. Now the painting is hanging in the Chinese painting area. Do you want to go and see it?"

Suddenly, both Qi Fenghua and Yuan Xiao opened their eyes wide.

Yuan Xiao blurted out: "How is that possible! Haven't you ever learned to draw? How could you be selected!"

Qi Fenghua didn't say anything, but it could be seen that he actually thought so in his heart.

While talking to Yue Hong, Lin Hanchuan had been paying attention to Qi Yuyu's movements. At this time, seeing Qi Yuyu being bullied, Lin Hanchuan was also a little angry. He walked out directly and stood next to Qi Yuyu: "In this case, seeing it To be honest, you can go and see it together and you will find out."

The moment Qi Fenghua saw Lin Hanchuan, he felt a little distracted; Yuan Xiao was also a little uncomfortable with this 'good brother'.

After laughing twice, Yuan Xiao tried to greet Lin Hanchuan: "Brother, you are here too..." His

eyes lightly swept over Yuan Xiao and Qi Fenghua beside him, Lin Hanchuan forcefully led Qi Yuyu towards the traditional Chinese painting area, Not a word was said on the way.

He didn't speak. Qi Fenghua had a ghost in his heart and didn't dare to speak. Yuan Xiao felt guilty and didn't dare to say anything.

For some reason, Yue Hong, who was following them, looked left and right, with a curious look on his face and an expression that couldn't be concealed.

The group of people had just walked to the door of another building and saw that this building was different from the other building. The exhibition hall was crowded with tourists.

"Why are there so many people here?" Yue Hong exclaimed, and couldn't help but retreat.

A passerby who heard Yue Hong's words kindly explained: "Don't you know, there is a masterpiece in the Chinese painting area, and our professors are full of praises." "

Our teacher also said that there is a surprise in the Chinese painting area of ​​this Spring Breeze Art Exhibition, let us You must come and see it."

"I'm from Qingfang Academy of Fine Arts, brother, which school are you from?"

...

It's a good art museum, and the atmosphere instantly became lively, like a vegetable market. Lin Hanchuan and his group continued to squeeze and squeeze. After squeezing for a long time, they finally reached the center of the crowd.

Yuan Xiao had never experienced this kind of grievance, and immediately wanted to quit: "Let's go see Brother Qi's paintings. What masterpieces can we look at? What masterpieces can compare to Fenghua's paintings..."

Before he could finish his words, He saw that masterpiece, and the rest of the words were stuck in his throat.

It is said that art is the art of the few, but art is also literary and artistic creation. The best art is never the art of the few. Works that directly touch people's hearts, can make people empathize, and can move ordinary audiences are the best. of artwork.

The painting hanging on the wall is simple, straightforward, and full of emotion. Even ordinary people who don't understand art and painting can feel a strong emotional impact when they see it.

With a smile in his eyes, Lin Hanchuan asked, "How do you like this painting of your brother Qi?"

There was a hint of pride in his tone, which made Qi Yuyu's ears turn slightly red.

Qi Fenghua and Yue Hong's expressions were strange. They looked at the painting, their brows furrowed, their faces thoughtful. Yue Hong looked at it for a long time and asked frankly: "Have you been influenced by anyone or works in this painting?"

As an opponent, Yue Hong was the most familiar with Yi Wusheng's paintings. He could tell at a glance. This painting is exactly the same as the one that Yi Wusheng won the gold medal in. Even the faint confrontation and fusion of the sun and the city are exactly the same.