Xueba, I beg you to go and escort him quickly!

Eagerness to learn is part of it, but the vastness of learning Chinese painting is the main reason.

They spend a lifetime of learning, but they are always peeping through the cracks.

Study for a lifetime and specialize in painting one thing.

Xu Beihong is famous for his horses!

Qi Baishi is famous for his shrimp!

Speaking of others, although they can draw, they are not so proficient.

Most of the time, it is because of their reputation that they are highly praised.

But in Xu Heng's painting.

There are so many Chinese painting techniques presented!

Words are already at their peak, let's put them aside first.

Take bamboo, peach blossoms, and ducks as examples.

As long as you take it out and look at it, lifelikeness is secondary, and the display of artistic conception is the most important thing!

Incisively and vividly!

Poetry is invisible painting, and painting is tangible poetry.

When Xu Heng's painting was presented in front of Sun Jianhua again, he focused on admiring the bamboo on it.

"Zheng Banqiao has spent two-thirds of his life painting bamboo. He himself said: he has painted bamboo branches for 40 years. He wrote during the day and thought about it at night. He cut away the tedious and thin, and he painted when he was alive."

Qian Yuejiang also added, "He also said later: I have no teacher to learn from when I paint bamboo, and I get most of it from paper windows, powder walls, sunlight and moon shadows. Such hard work and hard work also made him confident."

"Created the realm of learning from nature and being higher than nature."

Having said that, the two looked at Xu Heng together.

Now they have left the TV station and returned to the hotel.

Xu Heng stood opposite Qian Yuejiang and Sun Jianhua.

At this moment, their narration to Zheng Banqiao is to improve Xu Heng.

Xu Heng, "I didn't, I just scribbled!"

"I am not as diligent as others in observing bamboo for decades."

So this is the most terrible thing!

Zheng Banqiao had observed bamboo for 40 years before he could paint ink bamboo to this extent, but Xu Heng, at the age of 17, has achieved such an achievement!

Xu Heng earnestly said, "Really, you have to believe me, I am really a coincidence! It is really just a coincidence!"

skillful?

happen?

Sun Jianhua took a deep breath, "Xu Heng, Mr. Xu, please admit it! Otherwise, we might as well go to the museum and compare for ourselves!"

Zheng Banqiao's "Bamboo and Stone Picture", "Ink Bamboo Picture" and "Bamboo Picture" are still on display in the museum.

Xu Heng was speechless.

Qian Yuejiang also took a deep breath, just about to say something.

"Ring Ling Ling..."

The phone rings.

This was already the tenth call he had received since the poetry conference ended.

As soon as he went out to answer the phone, there was a knock on the door.

Wu Liubai is here.

It's past ten o'clock in the evening now!

Wu Liubai came here with Zhao Gensheng.

"Xu Heng..."

Xu Heng curled his lips, "Aren't you exaggerating! Are you all here? Is this hodgepodge I drew so attractive? So good?"

He is one of the 1 people who don't want to admit it!

After all, when he was painting, his mentality was gone, so he just painted casually!

This is far from his actual level!

But in Xu Heng's eyes, such a painting can only be regarded as a draft, not even a defective product, but they praised it to the sky.

"I'm really bad at drawing' 々!"

Zhao Gensheng, "Be a human being! Teacher Xu! Can't you call me that?"

Xu Heng had a headache, "I drew it casually, and it took a few minutes to draw, what good things can there be?"

The corners of Zhao Gensheng's eyes twitched fiercely, and he couldn't speak a word for a while.

Wu Liubai came here in a hurry in the middle of the night just for this painting of yours, but you are fine, isn't it a good thing?

It's not a good thing, but you tore it up, lumped it into a ball, and threw it away!

Qian Yuejiang hung up the phone on this side, and just came in with a black line on his face.

"Several people in the capital must come!"

Wu Liubai frowned, "From the Chinese Painting Association?"

"Correct!"

Wu Liubai, "These little bastards, why are you here! It's no good if you come! Let's go! Let's go overnight!"

"Let's go! Let's go together!"

"The number of people is just right!"

"Xu Heng, pack up, let's go together!"

Zhao Gensheng drove, Xu Heng co-piloted, and three elderly people sat behind.

He was still holding Xu Heng's painting in his hand.

Xu Heng, "..."

Qian Yuejiang immediately called someone to arrange a place for Xu Heng and the others.

This not only made some people from the Chinese Painting Association lose their minds.

Even Luo Kexin was dumbfounded.

"He obviously lives here! Why are people gone! My God! Xu Heng is gone!"

"How can I explain to the director! The director is still waiting for Xu Heng!"

Call now.

Xu Heng, "Hello?"

"Xu Heng, where have you been? Are you not in the room?"

Xu Heng, "Uh...what's the matter? I'm with Academician Qian now."

Luo Kexin was very anxious, "Where are you, I will pick you up, our director wants to see you."

At this time, Wu Liubai said, "Tell Gong Changqing that Xu Heng is with me. If there is anything, let him come and talk about it in person! Otherwise, just wait until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow!"

"Finally, I would like to add that I am Wu Liubai."

The phone hangs up.

Luo Kexin was confused.

How did she tell this?

But Gong Changqing was more anxious, he took the initiative to call, "Have you received anyone?"

"No! Director! Xu Heng is with Academician Qian and Professor Wu, and Professor Wu also said, if you are in a hurry, you can find him tonight, otherwise, you can wait."

Gong Changqing got up immediately, "I know!"

Go straight from the meeting room in Taili to the underground parking lot.

Gong Changqing immediately called Wu Liubai.

"Mr. Wu..."

Wu Liubai, "You want to come, don't you? I'll send you the address!"

When Gong Changqing arrived, it was past eleven o'clock.

In the small courtyard where Xu Heng lived, several people were there.

At this time, Xu Heng looked at the painting and reached out to pick it up...

"Thorn-"

tear up!

It was really torn!

As soon as he entered the door, Gong Changqing's face turned dark, he thumped, and his heart trembled violently.

"Teacher Xu, what are you doing!"

"Your painting is worth millions!"

"Zheng Banqiao's bamboo is sold at an auction house at a high price of several million, or even tens of millions!"

Xu Heng, "With me, nothing is worth a penny."

The more others boasted like that, the more shame Xu Heng felt.

What I think is very bad, but others praise it to the sky. This kind of feeling makes people very indignant!

And for Xu Heng, this is very embarrassing.

That's it?

You all boast and boast.

As for?This is obviously a draft, it is nothing, you are sick!

It's not that I can't draw good things!

In addition, the reason why Xu Heng tore up the painting was that he didn't want to cause more trouble for himself.

They thought that if they put on a disguise, others would not be able to see his uniqueness.

Unexpectedly, there are still many people who know what to do.

Just the opposite!

Inadvertently insert willows and willows!

So Xu Heng wanted to destroy the painting.

When Gong Changqing was on his way, Xu Heng had already made up his mind.

Qian Yuejiang's face was pained.

Wu Liubai lowered his head and remained silent.

Sun Jianghua sighed helplessly.

Zhao Gensheng also pushed his glasses silently.

This painting is by Xu Heng!

He has the right to do whatever he wants!

After tearing it off, Xu Heng balled up the residue and threw it into the trash can.

Xu Heng looked at Gong Changqing, he didn't expect that Gong Changqing, as the leader of a station, actually came in person in the middle of the night.

Xu Heng's heart sank, it seemed that the matter was serious.

Although Wu Liubai is kind to Gong Changqing, but Gong Changqing is now the leader of the station, so he can completely ignore Wu Liubai's slightly excessive request.