Chapter 347: Painting with Love

Lin Tianchu and Hua Rong did not go there after they came out of the examination room. To be honest, although the Hangzhou Art Academy is big and beautiful, they are not in a hurry for a while.

Just because after Lin Tianchu saw Huarong's painting, even if he didn't know how to draw, he knew that Huarong would pass this exam. Because of Huarong, he will often come from Yangcheng to Hangzhou in the future. It depends on the situation, and there will be plenty of time in the future.

The two ate something randomly in the restaurant at noon and filled their stomachs and went to the test room this morning. The tents in the test room had been emptied, and a drawing board was patted on all four walls, but the drawing board was covered with cloth.

The students have come almost the same, and those who have not continued to come. A total of more than 30 candidates and their models, a total of 40 people stood in the examination room.

Some of these people look nervously outside to see when the grading teacher will arrive, while others look light. Presumably, the latter also has a certain confidence in their own level.

Lin Tianchu and Hua Rong found a corner position and tried to stand aside without paying attention. After a while, a man and a woman came out.

The men and women are both ordinary, and their arrival did not attract the attention of others. Only Lin Tianchu, when the men and women entered, he was moved and then subconsciously looked at it.

The woman has nothing to say. She is just an ordinary girl. Lin Tianchu believes in his intuition, so he doesn't pay attention to the girl.

However, the man attracted Lin Tianchu's attention. The man's appearance was also average, but no matter how picky he was, he had to admit that his mediocre face was actually very beautiful, because his mediocre face had a different momentum.

"What a madman!" Lin Tianchu's heart was stingy: "His eyes are full of madness. This is a kind of spirit that goes all over the world."

The man who was rated as a madman by Lin Tianchu suddenly turned around and looked at Lin Tianchu. His crazy eyes finally closed a little, and his eyebrows frowned gently. He didn't know what he was thinking.

The man thought about stopping and blocking the door. Lin Tianchu looked at him and did not take back their eyes. They all believed that if no one disturbed them, they could keep looking at each other until the end of time.

"Cough!" A soft cough sounded, and then a middle-aged man with gold glasses and a red pen in his hand appeared outside the door.

The man was elegant and looked like a scholar. However, he was not afraid at all in the face of the arrogant man in front of him. He coughed and said, "Please excuse me, okay?"

"Okay." The man put away his madness and made way. He was also shocked in his heart: "How can a secular person ignore my arrogance?"

"Who is he?"

Lin Tianchu asked in a low voice. He always felt that the man who came in was a little familiar, but what made him strange was that this man had no momentum at all. He was definitely not a practitioner. Why could he ignore the man in front of him?

Lin Tianchu has a feeling that that man must also be a practitioner, and he is definitely better than himself. However, why did he come here?

"He... his name is Su Junda. He is the vice president of Hangmei College and the president of the Huaxia Art Association. It is said that he is a legend. When he was a child, he was recognized as having no artistic talent, but relying on his diligence and belief that he will never give up, the most The latter masterpiece shocked the world and became the best in the painting world ever!" When Hua Rong talks about this middle-aged man, Qin Dou in the painting world must have been his idol of Miss Hua.

Not only him, all the candidates present held their breath after Su Junda went out. This kind of opportunity to meet the idol at close range is rare. They all put on their most energetic faces, not to show themselves in front of the idol.

"It's no wonder!"

Lin Tianchu finally understood why Su Junda, an ordinary man, can ignore the madness of the crazy man, just because his experience has trained his pride and made him proud of heaven and earth. Moreover, from the point that he is recognized as a loser, but still does not give up, this person must be a determined person. People.

The arrogant man also listened to the girl beside him. His puzzled face also relaxed and showed a smile. Lin Tianchu saw the arrogant man's smile with sharp eyes, and he couldn't help but think higher about him in his heart: "A person who can respect the secular world is a rare person."

Lin Tianchu didn't know that when he was commenting on the crazy man, the crazy man also praised him in his heart: "Yes, he has heavenly cultivation at a young age, and he is not arrogant or dry. He is a talented person!"

"Dear students, please calm down and start scoring now!" Su Junda said softly that his voice was very elegant, but it gave people a momentum that could not resist.

Lin Tianchu knew that this momentum must have come back when he was the vice president of the Chinese Academy of Fine Arts. It is impossible for a person who is not in a high position to have such a strong momentum like him.

Under his momentum, even if he is as strong as a flower, he can't help shaking, not to mention other candidates and the models they hired.

The people at the scene held their breath and did not dare to say anything. Even some people with low psychological quality turned pale. Perhaps the only two exceptions were Lin Tianchu and the arrogant man.

"Huh? What is his identity? Lin Tianchu and Zhang Kuang Man thought at the same time.

"Well, please come and help me." Su Junda casually pointed to the two candidates, and the two candidates had a sense of pride in their hearts and immediately ran up.

Seeing the two candidates named by Su Junda, Hua Rong and a group of candidates were extremely envious and thought to themselves, "Why didn't Mr. Su call me?"

"Thank you. Please help me untie the white cloth on this table." Su Junda pointed to the north wall of the studio and said, and then faced it with his hands on his face.

As soon as the two candidates heard this, they took a deep breath, walked to the left and right of the long cloth, counted three times, and untied the long cloth at the same time. Then, the quality of the eight characters was displayed in front of Su Junda and a crowd.

Su Junda glanced around and was a little disappointed, but his face remained silent: "This batch of works are all good, and they are very bold with pens. It's just that your paintings owe a painting!"

"Picture?"

These candidates who study Western painting skills do not understand what the meaning of painting is. Only Hua Rong. He inherited everything from Mu Xuetong eight hundred years ago, including her painting skills. Eight hundred years ago, this talented woman had a deep understanding of painting.

Seeing the puzzled look of the candidates, Su Junda was even more disappointed and sighed in his heart, "In this era, no one understands the essence of our country!"

Suddenly, he saw Hua Rong and saw her thoughtful face. Her eyes told Su Junda. She understood, and she absolutely understood. As if he had found hope, he smiled and walked to Huarong. He said gently but enthusiastically, "This classmate, can you explain what the meaning of the painting is?"

"This... Let me try it!" Hua Rong was a little surprised. She was nominated by Su Junda, which made her feel very honored. She suppressed the joy in her heart and said in a low voice, "This painting is actually the soul of the painting!"

"The soul?" There was an uproar at the scene, and the emotions of the little people below immediately made them refute because of the rebuttal: "This classmate, your words are too feudal and superstitious!"

Lin Tianchu's face changed, and he really wanted to bring out and beat those people, but he forced himself to put up with it, just because there was Hua Rong's dream here, and he could never make trouble.

"Be quiet!" Su Junda was a little dissatisfied. After stopping the noise of the crowd, he looked at Huarong encouragingly: "Continue to talk!"

"Hmm." Huarong calmed down and continued to say, "Actually, the soul is not specifically referred to. He has many themes. Be by the way, I think it's really a little inappropriate to describe it with the word soul. It should be said that the theme is more harmonious."

"This theme, in fact, many things can be taken as the theme, realistic, such as flowers, birds and beasts, mountains and rivers, and abstract, such as the five flavors of the four seasons, cold and hot, etc. However, no matter what the theme is, it is actually expressing something."

"Oh?" Su Junda took his glasses and asked, "Continue!"

"Love!" Hua Rong continued to say, "It is not only paintings, but also poetry, but also the current popular film and television drama novels. If there is no emotion in the creation, then this work is only popular for a while. The works that can really stand the test must contain pure feelings."

" Family, friendship, love, nostalgia... All of these can make a good work last forever."

"Can you make affectionate paintings?" With a smile on Su Junda's face, Hua Rong shook his head honestly: "A long time ago, it was okay, but now, it doesn't work."

"Oh?"

"Many reasons." Hua Rong said, "And the most important thing is that I don't have to put my feelings on paper anymore."

"Hmm." Su Junda was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he was shocked.