“I took a few art classes when I was a kid, and I know a little bit about it.
Lu Xuan said lightly.
"Oh? Why don't we go to paint? I just arranged a painting session in the art gallery. I originally wanted to paint with Qiao An. Now that you're here, we can do it together.
Alan chuckled secretly: You are going to be doomed, I will scare you to death later! I will show you the skill of a painter!
You, a small boss of an entertainment company, dare to compete with me for leadership?
Don't you know my family background?
Tens of billions of assets, brother!
Are you scared?
How many wealthy families in your Dragon Kingdom have tens of billions of assets?
Do nobles understand?
Alan, I can't draw.
Chen Qiaoan said in embarrassment.
"It doesn't matter, I'll teach you~"
Alan took the two of them to the art gallery studio.
Photography teachers followed and took pictures from different angles.
Studio.
[This Alan is competing with Mr. Lu. 】
[I don’t like such competitive people, so energetic. 】
[On the surface, he looks like a gentleman, but he is full of bad intentions. 】
[I’m a little worried about Mr. Lu. 11 From what Mr. Lu said, he’s not very good at painting, and Alan calls himself an amateur painter. The painting he just hung on the wall said he painted it himself.
I don’t know much about painting, but it seems quite profound. 】
[Mr. Lu is afraid that he will lose face this time. 】
[Alan is quite arrogant. He compares what he is good at with others. Why doesn’t he compete with Mr. Lu in singing? 】
drawing room.
Originally there were only two sets of art drawing boards.
One set is from Alan and ten sets are from Chen Qiaoyi.
At this time, Alan asked the museum staff to bring another set.
"Qiao An, what painting do you like? I'll paint one for you."
Alan put on his apron and sat in front of the drawing board.
"emmm..., I don't understand, you can just draw it.
Seeing this, Chen Qiaoan also put on an apron and sat in front of his drawing board.
"Okay, then I will draw you an abstract painting."
Alan greeted Lu Xuan across Chen Qiao, "Mr. Lu, please help yourself~"
your. "
Lu Xuan didn't want to talk to him.
Alan picked up the oil paint brush, dipped it in the paint, and started tracing on the canvas with confidence.
The live broadcast camera gave a close-up.
studio.
"Don't tell me, Alan really has the style of a painter."
Zhang Shaogang talked with Chen Qiaoan's father: "Brother Chen, what's your impression of Alan now? Are there any extra points?"
"No, I don't understand art, I can't understand what he is painting.
Father Chen is still outspoken.
"Alan has just started painting, so of course he can't understand it. When he finishes painting, maybe you will understand."
Zhang Shaogang looked at the live video, "Hey? Why didn't Mr. Lu write?"
"Mr. Lu said at that time that he only took a few art classes when he was a child. He might not be able to draw, or he might not know what to draw at the moment."
Papa-chan frowned slightly, slightly worried.
Studio.
[It’s time to finish cooking. Mr. Lu needs to take a break. 】
[If you often walk by the river, your shoes will not get wet. Mr. Lu is not a god and cannot be proficient in everything. We should not place too high demands on him. 】
[Alas, the main reason is that Alan is a foreigner. "I don't want to see foreigners blustering in front of us Longguo people."
[Furthermore, he is still gibbering on the territory of our Dragon Kingdom and on Dragon Kingdom’s programs. If the video is spread to the Horse Kingdom, it will damage the national prestige of the Dragon Kingdom. The people of the Horse Kingdom will laugh at us. There is no one in the Dragon Kingdom’s tent. We don’t understand the joke. Art. 】
[The key is that Mr. Lu is still the boss of an entertainment company, so people laugh at us even more. 】
[Damn, you’re a bit on the line now. Just draw a picture, and you can rise to the national level. 】
[We are generous, but there are always some foreigners who like to look for presence.
For example, Bangzi Country sometimes says that the Spring Festival belongs to them, and sometimes says that Confucius is their descendant. They also say that Chinese characters, Chinese medicine, Feng Shui, Taoism, and the Duanniu Festival were all invented by them.
[Indeed, today's children are all learning Western paintings. The traditional Chinese paintings of our Dragon Kingdom are probably going to be broken. In a few years, the Bangzi Kingdom may still say that our Chinese paintings belong to their country. 】
[This is a sore point. In fact, I really like the landscape paintings, figure paintings, and flower-and-bird paintings of our Dragon Kingdom. They are so elegant, and you can tell what they are painted at a glance. They are not like Western abstract paintings. Maybe I don’t understand. It feels a bit pretentious. 】
[In ancient times, there were the painting saint Wu Daozi, Gu Kaizhi of "Luo Shen Fu Tu", and the four great talents in Jiangnan, Tang Bohu and Zheng Banqiao, etc.
In modern times, there are Qi Baishi, Xu Beihong, Zhang Daqian, etc., but in modern times, the only famous one is Chen Danqing. Alas, no one has inherited the traditional Chinese painting art of the Dragon Kingdom. 】
"Mr. Lu~ What's wrong with you?"
Chen Qiaoan was afraid that Lu Xuan would be embarrassed, so he took the initiative to talk to him: "It doesn't matter, I don't know how to draw. I just draw for fun."
"It's okay, you draw yours."
It's not that Lu Xuan doesn't paint, it's that he just asked the art museum for painting tools such as pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
As a master painter, I can also do Western oil painting.
But I want to paint our own Chinese paintings!
Chen Qiaoan took an oil paint brush and made two random strokes on the canvas.
"Wow~, Qiao Anthrene, you are so awesome~"
Alan glanced at it and showed an exaggerated expression, "You are very talented in abstract painting. At first glance, your painting looks like a rose. If you look closely, it looks like a butterfly. This is abstract." That’s the beauty of pie.”
"Pfft!"
Lu Xuan couldn't help but laugh.
You licking dog, you really know how to lick!
"You laugh at me?"
Chen Qiaoan ignored Alan and turned to look at Lu Xuan.
"I'm not laughing."
Lu Xuan080 was so suppressed that his face turned red, "Alan is right, you are very talented in abstraction.
"Come on, you're just laughing!"
Chen Qiao could tell that Lu Xuan was suppressing a smile.
"Hahahahaha..."
Lu Xuan was really stunned, "Sorry, hahaha, because I am a producer and supervisor of film and television dramas, I often visit the crew. In order not to laugh, I have undergone strict training. No matter how funny it is, I will not laugh unless I endure it." Can't stop, hahaha..."
"you!"
Chen Qiao pointed at him angrily.
Although I can't hold on to my face.
But she likes the way she gets along with Lu Xuan.
Laugh when you want to, it’s true and not artificial.
In this regard, Chen Yuanyuan feels that Yong is quite similar to her.
Unlike Alan, it's too hypocritical.
I drew two random strokes. I didn’t even know what they were, but you said they looked like roses and butterflies. How could they be similar? Are there any similarities between roses and butterflies?
"Mr. Lu, I think Qiao Anthracite's painting is quite good. At least she dares to try. If you think her painting is not good, then you can draw one to open our eyes.
In order to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor, Alan worked hard to control his anger.
At this time, several art museum staff came to the studio carrying pens, inks, paper, inkstones and other painting tools.
"Mr. Lu, the materials you requested have arrived."
The staff spread the rice paper onto a large table. .
