Art Exhibition Center.

Ning Li didn't expect to meet Pei Song here, after all, the capital is so big.

Pei Song was also a little surprised.

Today, Ning Li is wearing a white turtleneck sweater, a short down jacket of the same color, black jeans that outline her slender and straight legs, and her hair is casually rolled into a ball.

It's a little different from what it looked like at school.

He looked at the painting.

"You come to the exhibition?" Xi Ru 75zhongwen.com Xi Ru

Ning Li hesitated and nodded.

"You too?"

Pei Song doesn't seem to be very interested in these things and has never heard him mention it.

"My cousin is a teacher at Xijing Academy of Fine Arts and one of the teachers in charge of this exhibition."

He explained,

"I'll drop by to have a look."

Pei Song used to live abroad and only returned to China when he was in middle school.

His parents stayed abroad all year round because of their work, and there were very few days to come back throughout the year.

Pei Song was in Yunzhou most of the time, and only returned to the capital during Chinese New Year and festivals.

I am familiar with this, but I am not familiar with it.

Coupled with his restrained and quiet personality, Pei Zhang was worried that he would be bored staying here alone, so he brought him here.

Unexpectedly, Ning Li also came.

"Do you like this picture?"

Pei Song asked.

The works exhibited here are all the works of graduates of Xijing Academy of Fine Arts. Although they are used for exhibitions, they can be photographed if you really like them.

Ning Li said:

"Generally, there is a bit of a problem with the composition."

Hearing this, Pei Song took a closer look at the oil painting.

He didn't know much about it, but his cousin Pei Zhang taught oil painting, so he knew a little bit.

From his point of view, this painting is above the level line, whether in terms of conception or color matching, and even among the nearly 100 works in the entire exhibition hall, it is definitely the most outstanding group.

I didn't expect Ning Li to say that.

"Hey, classmate, were you talking about my painting just now?"

A voice came from the side.

Ning Li turned his head to the side, he was a tall, thin, tall boy. He looked to be in his early twenties, with fair skin and half-length hair.

If nothing else, this outfit looks a bit artistic...

He was pointing at the painting.

Ning Li was clear.

This painting should be from the hands of this boy.

Many students do wait here, asking visitors for their opinions on their paintings.

She nodded.

The boy frowned slightly.

"You can say that there are problems with the brushwork and coloring of this painting, but the composition is clearly perfect, why do you think so?"

He looked a little unhappy.

But this is normal.

Anyone who has worked hard to create a work should not be too happy to be told that. si minus bx wx .c o si

Ning Li said:

"It is indeed a problem. The focus is scattered, and the artist wants to express too many things, so that the focus is a little confusing, but it is not easy to capture the focus at the first time."

The boy didn't seem to expect that Ning Li would point out the problem so bluntly, and was stunned for a while.

Ning Li raised her hand:

"In addition, the color deviation is a bit large, and the color block in this area is better to be brighter."

Pei Song looked in the direction she pointed, re-imagined it according to what she said, and found that it seemed to make sense.

The boy was speechless for a moment, his brows furrowed even tighter.

For a moment, he was unhappy and said:

"This classmate, I think you don't know how to appreciate this painting at all, do you? Do you know that the original author of this painting is the shadow of a tree?"

Ning Li: "..."

When the name was mentioned, the boy's face was full of admiration.

"This is his first open auction painting, and it sold for a high price of 600,000!"

For a painter who was not famous before, the first painting can be sold for this number, which is indeed an extremely high price.

When the painting came out, it caused quite a stir.

Everyone can see the aura and talent behind this painting.

At that time, he also accidentally saw that someone took this picture on the Internet, and he liked it very much at first sight. Since then, he has paid special attention to the shadow of the tree.

Later, several paintings of the shadow of the tree came out, but before he could see it with his own eyes, all of them were bought by private collectors at a high price.

He was full of regrets, but could only give up.

"I copied this painting, maybe the skills are not mature, but the composition is absolutely no problem!"

This boy is obviously a loyal admirer of the shadow of the tree, and he can't even listen to a word of criticism.

Ning Li: "..."

The boy didn't seem to think it was enough, and added:

"You can't appreciate it, some people can appreciate it. You should go and see other people's paintings!"

It was a direct eviction order.

Ning Li: "..."

Pei Song looked slightly cold, looked at the boy, and his voice was detached and indifferent:

"When a painting is created, there will be praise, and naturally there will be criticism. If you can't even listen to these, it seems that there is no need for this painting to be hung up for people to see."

The boy was stubborn.

"You say I can, but you say this painting can't."

Ning Li paused for a moment:

"This should be her early painting, and it's normal to have these shortcomings..."

"You know him?"

The boy suddenly became even more uneasy,

"Now that you know, why do you still say that?"

Ning Li found that she couldn't communicate with this person.

She shook her head slightly and glanced at the painting again.

The boy took a step forward, half blocking her vision.

Ning Li rubbed her temples helplessly.

"......never mind."

She turned away.

Pei Song followed, walking side by side with her, staggered one step apart.

After a pause, he said:

"I think what you just said makes sense. You don't have to pay attention to what he said."

Ning Li smiled.

"nothing."

She just saw it by accident and thought it was a coincidence, so she stood there for a while.

did not expect--

Pei Song saw that her expression was calm and her eyebrows were bright, and it seemed that she really didn't take this little episode to heart.

"Ali."

Lin Yaohui came down from the upstairs and shouted at Ning Li,

"Mr. Yu is almost finished, we can leave later."

As he spoke, he was stunned when he saw Pei Song standing next to Ning Li.

"This is......"

"My classmate, Pei Song."

Lin Yaohui knew that she had just finished the winter camp. This was probably a classmate who was training together?

He smiled and greeted Pei Song.

"Mr. Yu, are you really going to stay for a while?"

Not far away, Pei Zhang was accompanying Yu Pingchuan.

"Look, you basically don't show up at school. Students who want to ask you for advice don't have the chance. You've come back after such a hard time, why don't you give any guidance?"

Yu Pingchuan was in a hurry, but Pei Zhang said so...

With a glance from the corner of his eye, he happened to see Ning Li and the painting not far behind her.

Raise your finger.

"That... which student copied it?"

Just now, the boy did not expect that he would be named by Yu Pingchuan, and immediately stepped forward:

"Mr. Yu, it's me!"

Yu Pingchuan sighed.

"There is something wrong with the composition of this painting, you should copy it!" Mi He Mi

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