Chapter 350: Man's Painting

Peng!

With a soft sound, the white cloth flew, and Lin Tianchu's pretty image appeared in everyone's sight. Suddenly, the atmosphere at the scene was quiet and strangely quiet.

"This...this is..." No one can say a complete speech, even Su Junda, who has experienced the ups and downs in the painting world.

Su Junda looked at Lin Tianchu in the painting, and then at Lin Tianchu in reality, and only felt the illusion that two Lin Tianchu stood together with him in front of him.

"This... is a masterpiece." It took a long time for Su Junda to say such a sentence.

Yes, it is a masterpiece, and the following candidates also agree with it very much.

"Old... teacher, we can all see that this painting is very good, but... but our level is limited, and we don't know what's good at all. We just think it gives us a strange feeling." A candidate said boldly.

Su Junda recognizes this candidate. He is the best among those who passed the exam today, except for the girl who just modeled the sixth.

Or put it this way, the reason why the girl makes people feel that she is excellent is actually all thanks to the sixth model. As Su Junda said, her painting skills are actually only mediocre, but she is lucky to choose a model whose light temperament can make up for her lack of painting skills. This is her Fortunately, of course, because this powerful model made everyone at the scene face the threat of death, which was her misfortune.

Strictly speaking, the candidate who asks questions is the best among the people. Of course, Hua Rong is excluded, just because Su Junda has believed from the bottom of his heart that the level of Hua Rong has surpassed more than one level of these candidates, and even brazenly said that she must admit that this girl's painting ability is slightly higher than herself.

It's a little bit of a level for such an excellent examinee to ask such a question, just because he has begun to capture the category of painting. Unfortunately, because of the sixth declaration of extinction, he is doomed to never be able to go on for a glorious life in the future. Before he sets foot on the Qingyun Road, he goes to Huangquan first. The saddest thing in life is That's it.

"Uh-huh!" Su Junda nodded with appreciation and then explained, "Guys, take a look."

Everyone went to see the painting according to Su Junda's prompts. Lin Tianchu in the painting smiled and smiled a little stiffly. Obviously, he was not a professional model.

"Although the model's smile is a little artificial, you can have a look."

Su Junda shook and pointed to Lin Tianchu's eyes in the painting. He didn't even dare to touch it with his fingers, just because he felt a little tingling with his fingers.

"What can you see from this picture?" When Su Junda asked, no one could speak, just because they had been shocked by Lin Tianchu's eyes in the painting.

Su Junda spit out two words with difficulty: "Domineering!"

"If you are born to be a domineering man, you must be the domineering person in the world!" Su Junda suddenly spit out such a sentence, and Lin Tianchu couldn't help but be shocked.

Dominance? Why does Mr. Su also know this strange appearance? That divine appearance that day also said about me. Do I really have such a strange appearance? Is it really the domineering hero in the world?

Su Junda is a child, and his painting level is extremely high. Naturally, he has a shallow escape for all-way miscellaneous learning and all-way miscellaneous talk. Therefore, he knows that although the most strange appearance in the world is a little difficult to accept, it is only difficult to accept.

"At another look, the model's lines are hard. Although the author has deliberately faded it, his face still gives people a sense of wind and frost. Now, what kind of word can you use to describe this man?"

Lin Tianchu felt strange that he seemed to become a critic, but he was the only layman who thought it was strange.

A group of candidates pondered for a moment, and suddenly, it was still the best candidate. He raised his hand. When Su Junda saw it, he pointed to him and said, "You answer."

"Yes." The examinee swallowed a mouthful of water. Suddenly, his eyes became heavy, and finally he only spit out two words: "Man!"

Men?

Lin Tianchu felt strange. I'm a man and I use you as an example. Am I very feminine? But Su Junda smiled and was obviously satisfied: "Tay your opinion!"

"Yes." The examinee looked at Lin Tianchu's "man" and slowly said, "The man I'm talking about doesn't refer to the sex of men and women, but to a pressure."

"Think about it, Yuezilong, who rode the savior alone, dared to enter the battle alone. Is he a real man?"

The best candidate began to forget the threat of the declaration of extermination and said, or everyone thought that he had such a glory in his life, and now he could show himself among his peers, which made him have to concentrate.

"Yes." There was a sound of neat answers.

"Think about it again, when Guan Yun rode alone thousands of miles and sent his sister-in-law home, was he a real man?"

"Yes!"

"Let's think about it again. During the war 70 years ago, men across the country were bathed in blood in the battlefield, and the horse leather shroud their corpses returned without regrets. Whether they were the men among men, and whether they were ambitious!"

This time, no one replied, just because he spoke too loudly, which made everyone breathless. If they couldn't speak, they could only nod, nod, and nodded again.

"That's right, in this painting is a real man like Zhao Zilong, Guan Yunchang, and countless heroes of the Anti-Japanese War."

"Okay, very good!"

Su Junda shouted. Unexpectedly, she could find such an excellent student in the category of ordinary people. In his heart, the woman who drew the sixth was nothing. She was just lucky. And Hua Rong is no longer in the category of ordinary people, so he looks at the excellent candidate in front of him.

Su Junda did not know that this excellent candidate did not come to him in the declaration of extinction of Tianmen for some special reasons. Fifteen years later, he rose in the painting world and surpassed his status today. Of course, this is a later story, and it is also a story of others. We don't need to understand it.

And what we can only say is that the world is vicissitudes. Who asserts that he will die without entering the coffin for a day, and there is no shortage of life in the world.

Lin Tianchu blushed a little when he heard it. He really didn't expect that the word "man" was so highly praised. For example, compared with the historical Changsheng General Zhao Yun and Wu Sheng Guan Gong, he actually put himself at the same height as countless martyrs, even if he was a thick-skinned person. You will also feel uncomfortable.

"Well said, this is a painting of a man."

Su Junda glanced at Lin Tianchu. I don't know why. At this glance, he actually had a sense of self-confidence. Lin Tianchu could keep him well.

"In addition, let's take a look at the scars on his body. Some people say that scars are the best medals for men. Look, what's his medals are?"

"Iron and blood!"

"A hero!"

"No!" The best candidate frowned and spit out four words: "Children's tenderness?"

"Uh?" All the candidates who have expressed their opinions just now are stunned. You can still see tenderness in this scar. Isn't this ridiculous?

"Yes, it's the tenderness of children." Su Junda affirmed the words of the excellent examinee and pointed to the scar on Lin Tianchu's chest in the painting: "There is no scientific basis to support it, and I don't think the person concerned is willing to explain."

Lin Tianchu and Hua Rong saw Su Junda looking at him and shook their heads at the same time. Indeed, Su Junda was right. They would not explain why the scar came from, just because it was the past 800 years ago, and it was useless to say more.

When Su Junda saw the two people shaking their heads, he was not surprised. He continued to say, "But even so, I also have a very wonderful feeling. This blow... Oh, it should be a sword wound. This sword is broken, helpless and sad. Of course, the author has begun to deliberately lighten it after many years. Nian's mood makes this sword mark have a different feeling... Well, how to say? By the way, it's a freshman."

"A painting and a scar are telling a story, a story of resentment, but I can know that the ending of this story is complete."

Lin Tianchu has to admire that Su Junda is worthy of being a great player in the painting world. He can guess such a result from a scar in the painting. If he changes himself as a layman, even if he breaks his head, he can't think of such a result.

"This is an affectionate work, so I don't think we should judge this work anymore, just because it will desphem to it, the parties, and the story of the parties!"

Su Junda said and squatted down, carefully put the painting back on the cloth, and then secretly winked at Lin Tianchu before everyone reacted. The latter would come over and pulled Hua Rong away first.