Luo Xuan found a quiet Chinese restaurant for dinner, and invited the old Chinese man and his apprentice.The old man smiled and listened to Seabuckthorn expressing his views on oil painting, and nodded his approval.

"It's been a long time since I met a girl with ideas like you. In this profit-oriented society, more and more painters exile themselves in order to cater to them, and they have long lost sight of their original intentions when they first learned to paint. Yes. You have a lot of ideas, you should be a painter too, right?"

"With my current achievements, I am still too far away from the word 'home', and I can only be regarded as a small painter among the many who love oil painting art."

The old man shook his head disapprovingly: "How can 'family' be completely equated with grades? Nowadays, there are too many 'painters' in people's mouth. In my opinion, they are all real painters who cater to the world. Van Gogh's paintings It was only a hundred years later that he was recognized by people, but now no one dares to say that he is not a real painter! Little girl, don’t be modest, do you have any works before?”

Jingshaji nodded, and found out the photos in the phone, and hurriedly showed them to the old man.

The old man also put on reading glasses, took her mobile phone, and flipped through them one by one, nodding his head from time to time, shaking his head from time to time, which made Seabuckthorn so nervous that he bit his chopsticks and dared not make a sound.

Luo Xuan was sitting on the side, looking at the nervous little girl beside her, smiling and putting the food into her bowl, seeing that she didn't care about eating, so she simply picked up her spoon and delivered the food to her lips.

Jing Shaji was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Luo Xuan's eyes were full of love, staring at her seriously, and when she saw her looking at him, he told her softly: "Open your mouth."

Her face turned red, and she quickly took the bowl and chopsticks from Luo Xuan's hands and ate a small mouthful of rice by herself.

"Do you like "Shan Hai Jing" very much?"

She just put the diced chicken that Luo Xuan gave her into her mouth, when the old man put down his phone and asked her suddenly.

Jingshaji hastily put down the bowl and chopsticks again, and nodded seriously: "Did you see it?"

The old man laughed: "Most of your materials are drawn from the beasts and the world in "Shan Hai Jing". Reality and ideals are well integrated, especially the conception and coloring are very beautiful. There is only one thing, your composition is a little problematic."

"Yes!" Jing Seabuckthorn nodded in agreement.

The old man looked up at her from the reading glasses, then laughed and said: "The composition will directly affect the visual effect of a work and hinder the visual impact of the viewer. In fact, your conception and color use are both It's already very good, but the improper composition has buried your strengths. However, I believe that if you practice hard, over time, your work will be recognized by more people."

"Thank you for your encouragement." Jingshaji glanced at Luo Xuan with a sneaky smile, as if he had received a great encouragement, his mood instantly brightened, he smiled at the apprentice next to the old man, and said with envy : "It's a lucky thing to be your student..."

"Oh? Really?" the old man asked her lovingly.

"Yes..." She glanced at the old man enviously, then lowered her head regretfully to fiddle with the rice in the bowl.

The old man put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said again: "I haven't introduced myself after talking for so long, I..."

"Hello, my name is Jingshaji." She hurriedly told the old man first.

The old man nodded with a smile, and was not displeased by her inadvertent recklessness, but just answered her kindly: "Hi, my name is Robert Chen."

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