How can someone who doesn't even know what art is be an artist?

What exactly is art?

What postmodernism, what structure, what irony, what expressiveness...

These inexplicable and profound words really gave Lu Yuan a headache.

Moreover, the person who was hosting the commentary was praising Lu Yuan's calligraphy very much, which made Lu Yuan feel so embarrassed.

At this moment, he was really sure that he had come to the wrong place.

The aesthetics displayed in the art exhibition are very stylish and profound, but this is not the aesthetics that Lu Yuan needs to prove. What he needs to prove is actually very superficial.

It's just that simple beauty and ugliness.

Of course, Lu Yuan did not leave the place immediately, nor did he refute on the spot that this photo and this signature really did not mean this. Although there were many art paintings and photos that Lu Yuan did not know how to appreciate, there were still a few pictures that Lu Yuan thought were more beautiful, such as the oil paintings of men and women working in the fields in the western tanks on the second floor...

Lu Yuan thought it was quite attractive...

It's art.

It’s a pity that no one watched it.

In addition to this one, the oil painting of "Goddess of Autumn" in the last row, with a figure half-wrapped in a gauze skirt and with tall peaks, is also quite nice.

This gave Lu Yuan a sense of freedom.

Can some of the island country's fierce fighting movies be considered art?

As he watched, a strange thought suddenly appeared in Lu Yuan's mind.

As soon as this thought came to mind, Lu Yuan inexplicably thought of the photos of the college goddesses he had seen last night...

Although I may be a little face-blind in terms of appearance, but if you just look at her figure, she is indeed interesting.

It seems to be similar to "Goddess of Autumn"?

in particular……

Pooh!

How could I think of such messed up things in such a serious place!

I am a serious person!

Damn it!

Lu Yuan criticized himself for a long time, and finally suppressed the random thoughts in his mind, then walked to the other side of the Chinese painting area.

Huh?

Why are there so many people gathered in the Chinese painting area carrying cameras to take photos and videos?

And it's so quiet?

Lu Yuan looked at the hall in front of him. Seeing a crowd of people gathered around a few tables in silence, he walked over there curiously.

After all, he just wanted to join in the fun. Lu Yuan was bored in the art exhibition anyway, so he just walked over to take a look.

However, when he walked to the edge, he found that there were too many people here and he couldn't get close at all...

He randomly picked a young man with a crew cut and asked.

"Uh, what's going on here?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, the Chinese painting master Shen Chonghe is painting on the spot..."

"Um, painting on the spot... Chinese painting master Shen Chonghe?" Lu Yuan felt very unfamiliar when he heard this.

After he came into this world, he had been in the entertainment industry. He knew very little about famous Chinese painting masters and had no idea who Master Shen Chonghe was.

“Yes, this is the final work of Master Shen Chonghe. We are truly blessed to witness the birth of such a unique painting!” The young man with a crew cut sighed, and then continued to watch through the gap in the crowd with a look of great interest.

There were so many people that Lu Yuan couldn't squeeze in, and he couldn't find a suitable place to get in and take a look.

He could only smell the faint scent of ink rising around him.

He shook his head and turned away with some regret.

If he were a fan of Chinese painting, he would probably squeeze in like this young man, desperately wanting to see the birth of this so-called masterpiece...

Unfortunately, he is not. It would be nice to be able to see this thing to satisfy your curiosity and broaden your horizons, but it doesn’t matter if you can’t see it.

Just after Lu Yuan took a few steps, he heard footsteps downstairs, and then Lu Yuan saw a group of people coming over...

Um?

After seeing this group of people, Lu Yuan was a little stunned.

Old man Chen Guanxiong?

Professor Liu?

And the girl in the long skirt with a peaceful face...

What's this person's name?

That’s right!

Your name is Chen Xi?

Behind them are Dao Yuting and a group of young talents from the Poetry Society?

Why are they here?

Lu Yuan subconsciously gave way...

When Chen Xi passed by Lu Yuan, he glanced at Lu Yuan with a slightly strange look in his eyes.

Why is this person standing here alone?

Of course, she just took a look and followed Chen Guanxiong into the hall.

After Chen Guanxiong and others arrived, all the people who had been surrounding them subconsciously stepped aside and made way...

"It's done! Haha! Guanxiong, you're here? Come, have a drink!"

"Brother Chonghe, what's going on?"

"Haha, I have integrated all my energy and insights gained over the past few years into this painting..."

"Very good, very good. It seems that Brother Chonghe will leave behind another masterpiece. Haha, but it's a pity..."

"What's the regret?"

"It's a pity that I'm late. If I had arrived an hour earlier, I would have been able to see Brother Chonghe painting!"

"It's not too late, it's not too late... Come on, let's have a drink first!"

"Okay, come on!"

"Brother Ma, Brother Liu, don't just stare at the paintings. Come, have a drink together and talk about the past and the present!"

"good!"

After hearing the voice, Lu Yuan looked up, and then saw through the crowd an old man with white hair and beard holding a brush in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. He looked extremely free and easy.

It’s a satisfying feeling of completing a work.

Like the other old men, Chen Guanxiong also picked up the wine glass, poured a small glass of wine and took a sip, while exclaiming that it was a good wine.

As a cultured person, it's normal to drink a little wine when you're excited.

This glass of wine seemed to make these old people very happy, just like a picture...

The reporters carrying cameras were very excited to take photos of this scene, as they knew that this photo might become a treasured collection photo many years later...

Shen Chonghe's last work!

This must be extremely precious!

Many masters’ final works are not only priceless, but also passed down through the ages...

It is an honor in itself to be able to stand in this history and watch this moment begin and end.

After the old men finished their drinks, they stared at the painting.

Naturally, there was a lot of praise and surprise.

"Today, I asked you all to come here because I have a favor to ask of you. I want to write a poem to go with this painting... You all are researchers of ancient poetry in the current Chinese poetry world... Can you help me come up with a poem?" Shen Chonghe was a little drunk, but he looked at everyone with a bright smile on his face.

"It's hard to mention this poem!" Professor Liu looked at the painting and shook his head while admiring it. "Forget it. I can write a few modern prose poems, but if I were to mention an ancient poem, it would be a joke..."

"Hahaha!"

Everyone laughed.

Lu Yuan stood there and looked at these people, feeling a little conflicted...

It is really unreasonable not to say hello when you meet an acquaintance, but if you say hello, won’t you be exposed?

How embarrassing.

And this isn't the purpose of my coming here today, right?

After hesitating for a while, Lu Yuan turned around and walked down the second floor to the first floor.

In the easternmost corner of the first floor, there was still a group of people gathered around the photo of himself smoking a cigar, nodding and commenting, and occasionally there could be bursts of emotion and praise that embarrassed Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan got goose bumps all over his body...

He paused, smiled bitterly, and then walked towards the exit of the art gallery.

"You...you're leaving?"

"Yeah, yeah..."

"Well, I was thinking... thinking of treating you to a meal..."

"Maybe next time there's a chance."

"Oh, okay..."

The long-legged ticket inspector suddenly felt a little regretful, but she didn't know what to say...

after all……

She and Lu Yuan are really not familiar with each other.

After Lu Yuan left the art gallery, he looked at the Porsche car show next door...

Although the auto show has not officially started yet, it seems...

Have these car models arrived yet?

…

"Splashing ink on it... rising from the stone tablet, a bit lingering, a bit of fairy air... Brother Shen, your painting is indeed very artistic and has a lot of flavor, but I can't write a corresponding poem at the moment... Although there are a few poetic ideas in my mind, they are not worthy of this painting."

"Yes, Brother Shen, me too!"

"Poetry is not something that can be achieved overnight. It often requires enlightenment. Brother Shen, if you don't want to do this, I will write a poem called "On the Cold Steps"..."

"Brother Shen, what do you think of my song?"

“…”

The old people all smiled when they looked at the painting, but a few of them shook their heads after a little thought. They could write poems, but at such a critical moment, you must have a poem that can be integrated into the painting.

However, writing poetry is not something that can be done overnight. Even for the most talented person, it takes time.

A few of the old men did recite a few poems, but after reciting they felt that the taste was not right and finally shook their heads and gave up.

"My fellow lads, please don't just sit there, brainstorm together... I know you are all talented." Shen Chonghe smiled and looked at the younger generation.

Several young people naturally feel eager to try.

Chen Guanxiong is quite good at composing music, but he can't write poetry at all, let alone classical poetry...

Classical poetry itself requires a certain background...

His foundation is a little bit weaker.

When he heard Shen Chonghe's words, he thought of Lu Yuan.

The talented young man himself seemed to have not been in touch for some time.

I don’t know how he is doing recently.

So, Chen Guanxiong took the opportunity to call Lu Yuan's company while he was in the bathroom...

Normally, Lu Yuan answered the company's calls, but this time it was Lu Yuan's agent Wu Tingting who answered.

When Wu Tingting told Chen Guanxiong that Lu Yuan was not in the company but came to Yanjing, Chen Guanxiong's eyes lit up.

Lu Yuan came to Yanjing?

Although Wu Tingting did not say what Lu Yuan came for, Chen Guanxiong was indeed quite surprised.

He planned to have a drink with Lu Yuan after finishing his work here, and then talk about the composition of the song...

After hesitating for a moment, he called Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan's phone is like that, it's always turned off...

He had called several times before, so the first time he thought of Lu Yuan, he called Lu Yuan's company.

But this time the boy seemed to answer it very quickly?

…

"Hello? Mr. Chen..."

"I'm at the Yenching Central Art Museum..."

"I know……"

"You know?"

"Yeah...right."

"Where are you?"

"I'm right next to you..."

"Next to it?" Chen Guanxiong looked around.

"Ahem, ahem, I'm outside the Central Museum of Art..."

"???"

"Um, I'm sorry... I didn't say hello to you just now... I just felt that this occasion was a little inappropriate..."

"???"