As Huang Lei spoke, he picked up Zhang Ruoxu's painting and showed it to the camera.
That cautious look.
It was as if he was holding some magnificent treasure.
Hiss, my god, was this really polished by the old master?
Why do I feel like they are two different paintings!
Does anyone still remember what Teacher Huang originally drew?
This mountain, this water, this scenery, it was as if they had come alive!
Although I don't understand art, this painting is really too good!
One look and one could tell that the old master's standard was several levels higher than Teacher Huang's!
.........
When the audience in the live broadcast room saw the painting.
Everyone was shocked.
It was an ink color drawn by a brush.
He was able to draw the scenery lifelike.
Moreover…
There was also a faint, indescribable immortal aura within.
Although most people had never systematically learned how to appreciate paintings.
However…
This didn't mean that everyone couldn't see how outstanding this work was.
"Old Master, you…You're really..."
Huang Lei was so excited that he was speechless.
The layman looked at the door.
The insiders watched the show.
Zhang Ruoxu's level.
It had completely crushed him by who knew how many levels.
In fact…
Huang Lei had a feeling that the old man was even more powerful than his master, the current head of the Artists Association!
"Learn well, Little Huang. These few strokes of mine are enough for you to ponder over for a lifetime.”
Zhang Ruoxu casually put down his brush and leaned back on the rattan chair.
"Kid, you still have some talent. If you study hard, you might be able to reach the level of my most useless disciple.”
Zhang Ruoxu added.
Huang Lei heard this.
He couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
Study hard?
To be able to reach the level of the old master's most useless disciple?
Can that still be called talent?
This little disciple had been scolded by the old master to such an extent!
How high could his achievements be!
So…
In the old man's eyes.
His talent was actually so bad!
He immediately wilted.
He suddenly felt that he had lost his interest in painting.
Everyone, look at Teacher Huang's expression!
Good heavens, why did he become dispirited all of a sudden?
Teacher Huang was probably shocked by the old master!
The old master's words were too ruthless!
My poor Teacher Huang!
The old man's speech was too frank and straightforward. It made Teacher Huang shut up!
............
Huang Lei's performance.
The audience in front of the show could not help but laugh.
After all, in the past few seasons of the show.
It was rare for Teacher Huang to be humiliated.
When everyone saw it, they felt a sense of novelty.
Beijing.
In a small villa in the suburbs.
An old man over 60 years old was staring at the television with great interest, watching the live broadcast that he yearned for.
In his living room.
Ink paintings by famous masters hung all over the walls.
This old man.
It was Huang Lei's ink-wash painting teacher.
He was also the current head of the Artists Association, Xu Jianmin.
Originally, he had come to watch this show for his disciple, Huang Lei.
Seeing Huang Lei take out his proud work, he was shocked.
Xu Jianmin's eyes lit up.
It had to be said.
This disciple of his was quite talented.
This painting was already qualified to be exhibited in an art exhibition.
However, what he did not expect was…
The old man called Zhang Ruoxu.
He actually gave such a completely opposite comment.
This made Xu Jianmin extremely uncomfortable.
His disciple was being evaluated in such a way, and as a teacher, he naturally couldn't keep his face.
As the head of the Artists Association.
He naturally had his own pride and dignity.
Hence, Xu Jianmin held his breath.
He was waiting to see how much Zhang Ruoxu could polish the painting.
After all.
Huang Lei's work.
Even if he did it himself.
It was just a few more steps, adding some details to make up for some loopholes and deficiencies.
He did not believe it.
This old man's level was better than his.
However, he didn't expect it.
The final result was far beyond his expectations.
Old Master Zhang Ruoxu could actually do this.
He had simply changed this painting upside down.
Moreover, it did not seem out of place at all.
What made Xu Jianmin even more excited was…
From the old man's techniques, he saw many familiar things.
It was given to him by his master!
It was also something that he had studied all over but had not completely mastered!
Xu Jianmin picked up his phone while trembling.
He didn't care if it was a live broadcast or not.
He called Huang Lei.
He had just picked up his phone.
Before he could dial the number.
Huang Lei's phone suddenly rang.
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