Soul Painter

"Didn't you draw it?" Lawrence looked at the painting in front of him.

Of course, it can't be called a painting, it's just a sketch structure.

Lawrence said before that the structure of this sketch was worth a hundred thousand dollars, and Mr. Lu immediately replied, "That will have to wait until I die", because it is not a painting, and it can only be used as a witness to the growth of the artist's skills throughout his life.

Of course, the artwork itself is only valuable when it is scarce. A painter produces one piece per day and paints three hundred and sixty-five pieces a year. No matter how good his painting skills are, the price will not be able to afford it, because there are too many, so, There is a saying that is true, all collectors are betting on how long the artists can live, the earlier they die, the higher the value of the painting.

Speaking of the sketch in front of him, Lawrence took a closer look and felt that the one Lu Guoying drew yesterday was used to point Gao Fan, but Lu Guoying will never tell lies, so there is only one possibility left... With this possibility, Lawrence took a breath, and looked at Gao Fan who was lying on the bed with his clothes closed, sleeping as if he had died.

"He... imitated it?" Lawrence asked in surprise.

Um. Lu Guoying nodded, and picked up a piece of paper from the ground. There were footprints on the paper. I don't know whether it was stepped on by a few people when they came in just now, or Gao Fan stepped on it. I drew it."

This is really throwing people on the ground instead of facing forward... The director was stunned when he saw this scene.

In the director's eyes, these two sketches are exactly the same. If the original owner is not here, I'm afraid it will take a while to distinguish them.

"But my little brother couldn't draw at such a level last night!" Lawrence was shocked. He realized something and began to search for complete drawing paper all over the floor. Some Gao Fan didn't tear them into pieces, but they could still be put together yesterday. The progress of Gao Fan's painting skills at night.

More than a dozen pieces of drawing paper were spread all over the floor.

The lines range from complicated to simple, from simple to endless.

The sense of space changes from crowded to open, from open to full of imagination.

This seems to be an evolutionary process that a painter spends several years, specializing in sketching, and constantly polishing his skills to complete.

But Gao Fan finished it in one night.

Lu Guoying, Lawrence and the director looked at these paintings, feeling a moment of speechless shock.

Although even Gao Fan's final "evolution" results this night are only similar to Lu Guoying's casually drawn works, but who is Lu Guoying, an honorary professor at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts and a leading artist in the world. Gatsby auctioned a contemporary oil painting giant with a sky-high price of tens of millions.

If Gao Fan can achieve such progress in one night, then give him a few more nights, and he must not trample on Mr. Lu and all the oil painters in the world?

Lawrence looked at Gao Fan who was sleeping on the bed like a dead person, and suddenly said to Lu Guoying: "Teacher, let my younger brother sign a contract with my gallery! He will be the next Monterey!"

The director's eyes lit up. His art level is not as good as Lu Guoying's, his appreciation is not as good as Lawrence's, and he has not experienced Lu Guoying's "preaching" to Gao Fan last night. This kid Gao Fan...is he so powerful?

No. Lu Guoying shook his head, and he said slowly: "The last time he imitated, he made great progress. I wonder if this kid's talent is all in imitation."

That's right.

Lu Guoying has only seen Gao Fan create twice, one is imitating "The Gates of Hell". During the imitation process, Gao Fan obtained the first improvement in his skills. The improvement made Lu Guoying immediately realize that this is a piece of pure gold and jade in the rough. That's why he paid special attention to Gao Fan, but the result Gao Fan handed in disappointed him because it was not original.

This is the second time. Although he simply imitated a few lines of his own and made great progress again, Lu Guoying began to doubt whether this kid can only imitate?

After all, it has only been half a month since the first meeting. No matter how outstanding a genius is, there is no example of such a terrifying improvement in painting skills in half a month.

There are so many geniuses in the history of world painting, and every life, if you study them carefully, will make future generations feel that 'this may be a monster'.

But there is absolutely no genius for the sake of Gao Fan.

"If only imitation..." Lawrence frowned.

That is worthless.

No matter how similar the painting is, it is just another Van Gogh, another Monet, and another Montereyen, and the value is very different.

"No, that's not what I meant. If he can only imitate, then he can at most become a master, a master like me." Lu Guoying said this in a calm tone, without boasting, because it is true, "Very It is difficult to become a pioneering master master."

"So that's what you mean. I was worried about my little brother just now." Lawrence looked at Gao Fan, and his eyes immediately became hot again. Two hundred years after the birth of oil painting, how many masters are there? The master is also very remarkable, and the master born on the domestic soil is even more unique.

"Principal Lu, Mr. Lawrence, it's almost time, let's stop studying Gao Fan's paintings." The director looked at his watch, the Biennale was about to start, so we had to go.

Um. Lu Guoying nodded, and glanced at the paintings on the ground again, feeling puzzled, puzzled, and regretful.

If you can only imitate, then... what a pity.

No matter how hard it is to train it, it will be difficult to train it.

You can become a master, but it is difficult to become a master of your own school.

"Gao Fan, Gao Fan." The director went to the bed and shook Gao Fan.

Gao Fan was probably so tired that he didn't wake up after several people talked for a long time. Now that the director shook his head, he couldn't wake up.

"Hmm... Director?" Gao Fan was sleepy.

"It's time, it's time to go to the Biennale, wake up...well, Gao Fan, why are you so thin?" The director urged Gao Fan to get up, and at the same time felt that Gao Fan was a bit too thin, his arms and shoulders were like knives cut.

"Maybe it's the sequelae of using a carving knife..." Gao Fan muttered, and then he came to his senses, realized that this sentence should not be said, so he blinked, and saw Lu Guoying and Lawrence standing in his room again, and then Say hello to them.

"Principal, uncle, good morning." Gao Fan stood up while speaking, and handed a painting in his hand to the director, "I'll go brush my teeth first."

Gao Fan ran into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Holding the painting, the director muttered, "This kid sleeps with the painting in his arms."

"Huh?" Lu Guoying saw the content of the painting at a glance, her eyes lit up, "Show me!"

The director didn't know why, so he unfolded the painting in front of Lu Guoying. It was still a sketch. There was only one line on it, but it miraculously depicted two beautiful eyes like swirls.

Lu Guoying's eyes widened.

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