The most bullish Taoist temple in history

Chapter 342, Your Painting, Soulless

After the young man served the tea, Li Yu praised: "Your paintings are really good. The paintings are just like the real ones."

At the same time, use see through on youth.

No panels are rendered.

Li Yu remained calm.

At this time, the young man said proudly.

"That's right. I'm a graduate of the Central Academy of Fine Arts. It's a joke to draw these words. I'm an artist."

"It's all drawn by you?" Li Yu bit down on the pronunciation of "You".

"It's all drawn by me." The young man said confidently, "My signature is on it."

Young people also bite the word "I" very hard.

Li Yu looked at these portraits, the ink marks were still fresh.

It was drawn recently.

All the paintings at the scene had the same date of completion, and all of them were signed [Lai Siyu] in three big characters.

In this regard, Li Yu just smiled lightly and said: "Okay."

At this time, Zhang Shao beside him muttered.

"How do you look at your expression, as if you can't believe that this is drawn by my husband."

"Of course Pindao believes it, but if you want to say how good this painting is, Pindao can only rate it as good." Li Yu said: "It can only be [really good]."

At this time, Lai Siyu was excited and said with great interest.

"Then according to what you said, what kind of painting is a good painting?"

"Speaking of Master, I didn't ask you to comment on my husband's paintings. My husband is an artist. Whether an artist understands it or not, the one certified by the state." Zhang Shao's expression was a little unhappy, it seemed that he was concerned about questioning her husband's professionalism. The level thing is a little unhappy.

Li Yu stroked the paintings lightly and said.

"Although Pindao doesn't know much about painting, he still knows a thing or two about vocal music, and he can see bits and pieces by analogy. Although these paintings are beautiful and beautiful, they... have no soul."

"A portrait that is as neat as a machine and has no soul is just a painting after all, not art"

Zhang Shao muttered: "Returning the soul, it's a godsend."

Lai Siyu was thoughtful, as if he was really moved by Li Yu's paintings, and then he walked back to his room as if possessed by a demon, only Li Yu and Zhang Shao were left in the living room.

Zhang Shao looked at Li Yu with some displeasure and said.

"It's not good for you to belittle anything. Why do you have to belittle my husband's paintings?"

"Poverty is not belittling." Li Yu looked at Zhang Shao calmly and said, "This is a mysterious and mysterious feeling."

In fact, Li Yu can't tell what this feeling is. With the improvement of the six senses and the acquisition of resonance skills, Li Yu feels that he can more intuitively feel what is called "art".

Art is actually a kind of resonance.

Through sound, painting, and various methods, things that can make people emotionally intertwined.

"I can know why a painting can be sought after, and artists can make people fanatic, because their paintings contain things that can resonate with human emotions, and there is nothing in your husband's paintings that can resonate. The paintings that Pindao guessed right, there weren’t so many paintings here before, they were piled up recently.”

Li Yu found that many of these places were placed hastily and were not properly placed at all.
Zhang Shao was speechless for a while, as if he was talking about something on his mind, he held back for a long time before speaking.

"That's right, it's true. During these times, there are a lot more paintings on the ground."

"It's a painting, but no one wants it, so there are more of them. There is no soul in this painting, it's just a human figure, so it's not art." Li Yu sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity, what kind of painter or artist is this? Just call it a copy camera.”

Li Yu's words were quite harsh, and Zhang Shao couldn't bear it.

Zhang Shao's expression was suppressed for a long time, and he finally said.

"Forget it, I don't need you to check, I asked you to belittle my husband, I don't know what art is not, maybe he is in a bad mood recently, and the things he draws are not good." Zhang Shao Shaking his head, he said, "I will look into the next thing myself, please leave."

Li Yu just turned around and left.

"A painting without a soul is not a painting"

It was spoken loudly enough for those in the room to hear.

After Li Yu left, Zhang Shao's face immediately became full of smiles, and he entered the room and gently stroked Lai Siyu's back and said.

"Husband, don't be angry, what kind of painting does he know as a Taoist priest?"

Lai Siyu was not angry, but with a thoughtful expression, turned around and looked at Zhang Shao seriously and said.

"Honey, what do you think of my paintings?"

"Very good, very good, quite good, you are the best in my heart." Zhang Shao also said seriously.

After listening to Zhang Shao's evaluation, Lai Siyu was not happy, but lowered his head and thought.

"But... my recent paintings are indeed slow-moving. Last time after I finished my paintings, the customers left after looking at them. They didn't take away the paintings, nor did they get back their deposits. Could it be because my paintings have no soul? reason."

"Forget it, forget it, this is only a small part of the situation. As for the guests, there are those who like it, and naturally there are those who don't like it. You just happened to meet someone you don't like." Zhang Shao kissed Lai Siyu's forehead Said: "Don't think so much, husband, I'll cook for you."

Looking at Zhang Shao, who was lost in thought and ignored him, his face was unhappy.

"It's all the Taoist priest's fault. He obviously asked him to restore my husband to normal. Now that my husband is even more abnormal. No way, now, Siyu simply regards his words as the truth. What kind of soul is not soul?" , obviously graduated from a prestigious school, why are you talking like a village woman?"

Just when Zhang Shao had a headache, the doorbell rang.

Zhang Shao went to open the door. He was an old man in a Tang suit, with his hands behind his back, with gray hair and beard, but full of energy and a splendid aura.

Looking at the old man, Zhang Shao's expression immediately changed into a smile: "Dad, why are you here?"

"I'll come and see my son. I heard you say that my son has become a little weird, so I came to see him." The old man smiled.

The old man went straight into the room.

Looking at the back of the old man, Zhang Shao swallowed and murmured.

"As expected of Lai Xinghui, a master of traditional Chinese painting, the president of the local painting and calligraphy association, this imposing manner is really a bit scary."

After Zhang Shao followed in, Lai Xinghui frowned.

"Why is my son ignoring me? This bastard shouldn't be so rude, right? That's what you mean by being abnormal?"

Zhang Shao hurriedly said: "Dad, no, I didn't mean that when I said that my husband is a little abnormal, he doesn't talk to anyone now, it's because someone said something just now."

"Oh? What did you say?" Lai Xinghui frowned.

"Dad, that's the way it is."

(End of this chapter)