"Wife, Mr. Xia San has kindness, we must appreciate it."
Lu Chen smiled and looked back at Xia Wei and said, "Let's take a look."
Xia Wei raised his hand slightly, and a heart-warming feeling flashed in his eyes: "Expand the painting."
The painting boy held a scroll and slowly expanded the painting.
Master Chen Xiao’s pinnacle Chinese painting, the galloping horse, is presented to everyone.
The moment everyone saw this Chinese painting, everyone seemed to have forgotten everything around them, subconsciously held their breath, and the senses on their bodies were deeply pulled into the painting.
Their eyes became extremely hot, as if in front of them was not a painting, but an unclothed fairy dancing in front of them.
Their eyes were filled with infinite desire.
"This, this painting...is amazing!"
After a long time, someone came back to his senses, his face was full of shock, and his words were trembling with excitement.
"It is worthy of being the pinnacle of Master Chen Xiao's Chinese painting. His paintings have the unique characteristics of Master Chen Xiao and the powerful painting environment. Just one look at it and you feel like you are trapped in the artistic conception of this painting. Feeling the aura of devouring mountains and rivers in the painting, it is
Others can’t imitate it.”
Luo Cheng, the president of the Chinese Painting Association, sighed so much that his old eyes were so excited that they even burst into tears. "It is my honor to see Master Chen Xiao in his lifetime. This is worth it! It is worth it! Hahahaha
!”
"It is worthy of being the painting of Master Chen Xiao..."
Li Ziran was also attracted by this painting. She didn't know much about painting, but with a powerful painting environment, even people who don't know how to draw can feel the wonders of this painting, as if there is not a painting in front of her.
But a real horse!
On the green grassland, the galloping horses made a passionate voice, and the aura that swallowed mountains and rivers was fully reflected.
"Why do I look familiar with this painting?"
Lu Chen frowned, looked at the painting in front of him, and murmured in a low voice.
"Before Mr. Lu's comment, I'll say a few words."
At this time, a proud smile appeared on the corner of Xia Fusheng's mouth, stood up, and said with a smile: "Let me listen to me, is it right?"
"No problem, please tell me, Young Master Fusheng."
Luo Cheng is the president of the Chinese Painting Association. His attainments in Chinese painting are much better than Xia Wei.
He was a little curious about how much the young master of the Xia family knew about painting.
"Please look at the galloping horse picture written by Master Chen Xiao, and the horse that fell at the end was the place where Master Chen Xiao spent the most money. Compared with the one that rushed in the front,
Weak and do not have its agile limbs, but we can accurately feel the ambition of this weak horse, set the horse ahead as its goal, and hold a dream!"
"I think this is what Master Chen Xiao wants to convey this painting, which is to tell us that people in the world must have dreams in their hearts to have motivation to move forward."
"I wonder Mr. Luo, what I said is correct?"
Xia Fusheng raised his head higher and his expression was full of confidence.
"Smack sex..."
Luo Cheng did not show too much surprise on his face, but just applauded and smiled slightly, "Young Master Fusheng, what he said makes sense. I also think Master Chen Xiao wants to convey such an idea."
"Smack--"
Then, everyone applauded, and applause continued.
"Young Master Fusheng, you're really amazing!"
"Young Master Fusheng is really young and promising. We just feel that this painting is beautiful, but we didn't expect that Young Master Fusheng would think of Master Chen Xiao's thoughts from this painting."
"Yes! It's really amazing! It's amazing!"
......
Everyone praised it for its compliment.
Xia Fusheng looked even more proud, looked at Lu Chen with contempt, and sneered: "Mr. Lu, what do you think I said?"
Everyone cast contemptuous eyes at Lu Chen.
Lu Chen looked calm and smiled and said, "My comment is nonsense."
He finally remembered that no wonder this painting looks familiar. This is what he painted. How could it not look familiar?