Here, Qin Sheng had a headache seeing these people surrounding her.
Fu Hanchuan held Qin Sheng in his arms and protected Qin Sheng out of the encirclement. When those people saw this, they did not go up again.
They didn't think there was anything wrong with Qin Sheng's behavior. Probably because Qin Sheng had always hidden her identity and were used to her coldness, they got used to it.
A genius can be forgiven for being arrogant.
There were thousands of paintings in the art exhibition. Qin Sheng looked at them one by one, and only paused when he came across a painting that interested him.
Fu Hanchuan is not interested in painting.
He stayed with Qin Sheng the whole time, but he didn't show any impatience.
His eyes were always on Qin Sheng. For Fu Hanchuan, just looking at Qin Sheng was enough.
Soon, Qin Sheng came to his painting, and Qin Churou stood beside it.
Qin Sheng frowned and glanced at the painting next to him. Sure enough, the name in the corner was Qin Churou.
Qin Churou also noticed Qin Sheng.
She sneered, "Qin Sheng, I didn't expect that we are really destined to have paintings together. However, you, a well-known painter, can't compare to me, a little transparent person."
She had been painting Qin Churou's painting for several months. She felt that she was better at painting it, while Qin Sheng's painting was a scene of ordinary rural life in ancient times and was too ordinary.
Qin Churou felt that Qin Sheng's paintings were not as good as hers.
Qin Sheng glanced at Qin Churou's painting and smiled.
Qin Churou's painting mainly shows two old people walking on the road with support. The picture is very harmonious, but Qin Churou's painting pays too much attention to technique and ignores emotion.
Qin Sheng looked away, thinking that in the eyes of these painters, Qin Churou's paintings should be looked down upon.
At this time, a specialized person came to introduce Qin Churou's paintings, and many people gathered around.
"This painting is by Qin Churou. She is eighteen years old and is a student of Mr. Qi Wenshi..."
Some people nodded, "It is indeed very good to be able to draw such a painting at the age of eighteen. You have talent. Come to think of it, if you persist, you will have many achievements in the future."
"Qi Wenshi, you have a good student."
"The painting is indeed good, but I always feel that her painting is too superficial. This painting, I think, costs at most half a million."
"Although there are many shortcomings in the painting, she is still young and can still be done if she polishes it properly."
Qin Churou couldn't help but smile as she listened to their compliments, and looked at Qin Sheng proudly.
Qin Sheng only smiled back at Qin Churou.
Soon, someone noticed Qin Sheng's painting, "This one is really good. This is a painting by an old man. The writing is calm. The characters in it have their own characteristics, and the tranquility of rural life is very good." Displayed and looked at, it is easy for people to feel calm. Whether it is skill or emotion, this painting is impeccable. I am afraid that very few people can paint such excellent paintings now."
He looked down and frowned, "Sheng?"
This man's name is Ren Kun. He has been living abroad and is also a well-known painter. He has no idea about the situation in the domestic painting industry.
Another painter heard this and explained: "It would not be surprising if the paintings were made by Sheng. She is indeed excellent and impeccable in painting. She also has one thing that everyone lacks. All the paintings she made are emotionally They are all well executed and can convey emotions to those who view the paintings.”
This evaluation is undoubtedly very high.
(End of chapter)