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 pulled into a bun.
It's a bit different from the one in school.
He looked at the painting.
"Are you coming to the art exhibition?"
Ning Li hesitated, then nodded.
"The same to you?"
Pei Song doesn't seem to be very interested in these things, and I haven't heard him mention them.
"My cousin is a teacher at Xijing Academy of Fine Arts, and he is also one of the teachers in charge of this exhibition."
He explained,
"I'll drop by to take a look."
Pei Song used to live abroad and only returned to China when he was in middle school.
Because of his work, his parents stayed abroad all year round, and the days when they came back were few and far between.
Pei Song spends most of his time in Yunzhou, and only returns to the capital during the Chinese New Year.
For this, I am familiar with it, but I am not familiar with it.
Coupled with his introverted and quiet personality, Pei Zhang worried that he would be bored here alone, so he brought him here.
Unexpectedly, Ning Li also came.
"Do you like this painting?"
Pei Song asked.
The works exhibited here are all graduates of Xijing Academy of Fine Arts. Although they are used for exhibitions, if you really like them, you can also take pictures.
Ning Li said:
"Generally, there is a problem with the composition."
Hearing this, Pei Song took a closer look at the oil painting.
He didn't dabble much in this area, but his cousin Pei Zhang taught oil painting, so he knew a little bit.
In his opinion, whether it is concept or color matching, this painting is above the standard line, and even among the nearly 100 works in the entire exhibition hall, it is definitely the most brilliant batch.
She 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 her head to the side, and there was a tall, thin boy who looked to be in his early twenties, with fair skin and half-length hair.
Not to mention, this outfit looks quite artistic.
He is pointing at the painting.
Ning Li understood.
This painting should have come from the hand of this boy.
Many students do wait here, asking visitors what they think of 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 seemed a little unhappy.
But this is also normal.
Anyone who has worked so hard to create a piece of work should not be too happy to be told that.
Ning Li said:
"There is indeed a problem. The focus is scattered, and the painter wants to express too many things, so that the focus is a bit confusing, but it is not easy for people to capture the key point at the first time."
The boy seemed not expecting Ning Li to point out the problem so bluntly, so he was stunned for a moment.
Ning Li raised her hand:
"In addition, the color deviation is a bit large. It would be better to brighten the color blocks in this area."
Pei Song looked in the direction she pointed, rethought 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.
After a while, he opened his mouth in displeasure:
"Student, 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 the tree?"
Ning Li: "."
Mentioning this name, the boy's face was full of admiration.
"This is his first painting that was auctioned publicly, and it was sold for a high price of 600,000!"
For a painter who was not well-known before, the first painting can be sold for this amount, which is indeed an extremely high price.
When this 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 someone taking pictures of this painting on the Internet, and he liked it very much when he saw it. Since then, he has paid special attention to the shadow of the tree.
Later, several paintings of the shadow of the tree came out one after another, but before he saw it with his own eyes, all of them were bought by private collectors at high prices.
He was full of regret, but he could only give up.
"I copied this painting. Maybe the technique is immature, but the composition of the picture is absolutely fine!"
This boy is obviously a loyal admirer of the tree's shadow, and he can't even listen to a word of criticism.
Ning Li: "."
The boy seemed to think it was not enough, and added another sentence:
"You can't appreciate it, but some people can appreciate it. You should go and see other people's paintings!"
It was actually an order to evict the guest directly.
Ning Li: "."
Pei Song looked slightly cold, looked at the boy, and said in a distant and indifferent voice:
"When a painting is created, if there is praise, there will naturally be criticism. If you can't even hear these things, then there seems to be no need to hang this painting for people to see."
The boy was stubborn.
"You say I can, but you say this painting is not."
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 upset.
"Since you know it, why do you still say that?"
Ning Li found that she couldn't communicate with this person.
She shook her head slightly, and looked at the painting again.
The boy stepped forward, half blocking her view.
Ning Li rubbed her temples helplessly.
".never mind."
She turned and left.
Pei Song followed her and walked side by side with her, with a gap of one step between them.
Pausing for a moment, he said:
"I think what you just said makes sense. You don't have to take what he said to heart. "
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 she looked calm and her brows were bright, as if she really didn't take this episode to heart.
"Ali."
Lin Yaohui came down from upstairs and shouted at Ning Li,
"Teacher Yu is almost done with his work, we can leave later."
As he spoke, he was taken aback 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, so she was probably a classmate who was training together
He greeted Pei Song with a smile.
"Mr. Yu, are you really not going to stay for a while?"
Not far away, Pei Zhang was walking with Yu Pingchuan,
"Look, you basically don't show up at school, and the students want to ask you for advice, but they don't have the opportunity. You finally came back, really don't want to give some guidance?"
Yu Pingchuan was in a hurry, but Pei Zhang said so.
From the corner of his eye, he happened to see Ning Li and the painting not far behind her.
Raise your finger.
"Which student copied that?"
The boy just now did not expect that he would be named by Yu Pingchuan, and immediately stepped forward excitedly:
"Teacher Yu, it's me!"
Yu Pingchuan sighed.
"There is something wrong with the composition of this painting, you should copy it!"
(end of this chapter)