Where does the memoryless wife go?

Chapter 43 The So-Called Abstract Painting School
Looking at the work in front of her who didn't know whether it should be called a "painting", Luo Yingshan was really impressed by her cleverness. It doesn't matter if she forgot how to paint, the key is to know how to re-create.

She really is a genius.

This is the so-called abstract painting, hahaha.

"Papa papa." Someone in the crowd took the lead in applauding, and the huge studio was filled with thunderous applause.

This applause made Luo Yingshan very proud, and when she turned her head, she saw Long Xiaoteng looking at her lightly with the corners of his mouth hooked, his deep black eyes filled with approval for her, this discovery made Luo Yingshan even more excited.

However, a figure that turned and left did not escape Luo Yingshan's eyes this time. She caught a glimpse of the handsome Latin guy in Aiya's Kitchen.

Although he disappeared behind the crowd just by turning around, but she believed that she was right.

It's him again?It is impossible to run into him twice in different places in two days by such a coincidence.who is he?Why should you follow her?
She wanted to chase her out, but she was surrounded by crowds. The reporters asked questions, and the audience flattered her. They didn't give her any chance to catch up to see what happened.

"Miss Luo, may I ask if your painting method just now was inspired by the drip painting method of the American abstract master Pollock?" A reporter asked while taking pictures.

Pollock?Drip painting?what is this?

"But Miss Luo, you poured a bucket of paint on it just now, which is more heroic than the drip painting method. Is this your attempt to subvert the traditional painting method?"

"What do you want to express in this painting?"

"What's your name for this painting?"

Still need a name?God knows she really doesn't know what to do, she just wants to fool around, why are there so many problems?

Luo Yingshan, who couldn't answer a single question, could only laugh without saying a word. Laughter should be an international language that can be used at any time.

Looking at Long Xiaoteng with a look of pleading for help, the smile in his eyes deepened.

But he wasn't completely devoid of humanity, even though he couldn't hide the look of seeing a joke on his face, he still walked up to her on his long legs.

"Friends from the press, please sit and rest in the front exhibition hall. We will offer exquisite refreshments. Now that all the famous artists have completed their works, the auction will start soon."

The staff helped evacuate the crowd, and Luo Yingshan could breathe a sigh of relief.

But as soon as they walked to the front hall, many people gathered around, even those famous artists did not hesitate to praise their own words, and praised Luo Yingshan's painting one after another for its uniqueness.

What is the unique style of this painting, the bold and avant-garde use of colors, the wonderful effect of color contrast is vividly expressed in this work, and why is she a new representative of contemporary action painting and so on.

Luo Yingshan was at a loss, she didn't know what these people were talking about, so she kept smiling and nodding, saying "thank you" with a smile.

She just splashed a few buckets of paint randomly. Is that painting that good?Now she thinks back to that so-called painting, but it is just several colors colliding together, messy and messy, it can't be called a good painting at all.

Looking at Long Xiaoteng, who was always smiling and silent by her side, only occasionally taking a sip of champagne, seeing his knowing eyes, Luo Yingshan's reaction was not slow.

These sycophants say how good her paintings are and how bold and avant-garde her painting techniques are, but they are just selling his face.

(End of this chapter)