"you……"

"Ahem, ahem, something's going on inside. Should I buy a new ticket?"

"No, no, you can come as many times as you want. Please come in. Would you like a cup of tea?"

"No, no, just continue with your work."

Lu Yuan walked into the Yanjing Central Art Museum again.

The atmosphere in the art gallery was no different from before, except that there were more and more people on the second floor, and there seemed to be more and more reporters as well.

Chen Guanxiong stood at the entrance of the aisle, looking at the people walking in below with a confused expression.

He remembered the phone call Lu Yuan had just made.

He is right next to me?

Are you sure you are not joking? Is this such a coincidence?

I have to say that Lu Yuan's disguise this time was so good that even when Lu Yuan walked into the hall, Chen Guanxiong hardly noticed it.

"Old man..."

After going up to the second floor, Lu Yuan saw the old man still facing down and staring, so he shook his head and called out.

"Hmm?" The old man heard a familiar voice and looked back at the well-dressed Lu Yuan who was dressed strangely, and then his expression suddenly froze: "Why are you dressed like this?"

"Ahem, ahem, it's just for disguise, old man, you know, after all, I'm a person who wants to keep a low profile." Lu Yuan scratched his head. The hat made him very uncomfortable and his scalp felt a little itchy.

But he had no choice, he had to wear the hat.

It's just a disguise.

“You…you’re dressed really well. Even people who are very familiar with you may not recognize you…” Chen Guanxiong shook his head.

“This is just for disguise.”

"Since you are here, I will introduce you to the painters and poets here. You are all artists, so you should have a lot in common..."

"No, I'll just keep a low profile and watch..."

"real?"

"Well, yes, I'll just take a look and learn a little. To be honest, I don't really understand all these twists and turns, so I won't pretend to be cultured..." Lu Yuan smiled and lowered his head.

"Put aside your modesty in front of me. Never mind. Since you want to pretend, let me do it." Chen Guanxiong shook his head unhappily.

This person is still the same as when we first met...

Very false modesty.

"Um."

Lu Yuan continued to chuckle. He inexplicably felt a sense of mystery.

At the same time, he felt that this sense of mystery did have a pretentious quality.

When Chen Guanxiong and Lu Yuan returned to the second-floor lobby, everyone looked at Lu Yuan curiously, but they didn't ask much, just thinking he was Chen Guanxiong's student or something like that.

Chen Xi frowned slightly and stared at Lu Yuan for dozens of seconds.

She had noticed this person just now, and now she felt that this person seemed to have a familiar feeling, but for a moment she couldn't remember who he was.

She was silent for a moment, wondering if this was one of the disciples brought up by her grandfather?

Of course, it is useless to think about many things all the time. After all, even if it is a disciple, it has nothing to do with you, right?

Then she looked at the painting intently.

…

Lu Yuan saw this wonderful painting by Shen Chonghe.

Lu Yuan instantly felt that his artistic cells were nurtured, and he felt a breath of energy surging in his body. The literary and artistic atmosphere came to his face, and in an instant Lu Yuan felt an incredible cleansing.

There are mountains, water, birds, flowers...

Mm, the painting is really pretty!

Lu Yuan commented silently in his heart.

However, he only dared to comment in his heart. If he said it out loud, he would definitely be laughed at.

after all……

"This painting seems peaceful, but actually reveals a sense of leisure. Look at the sun. Although it looks blurry, it is full of artistic conception. I think this is what Mr. Shen reveals about his ups and downs in the painting world for half a lifetime. He has seen through fame and fortune and only wishes to find the last quiet place to retire... Based on this state of mind, I think it can be matched with a poem "Retreat Fu"..."

"Brother Liu, no, I think what I see is another flavor. Although it seems to be ups and downs, in fact, this mountain contains a trace of magnificent waves. The invisible distance is the distant view of my hometown. I think this is a painting of homesickness... I think it should be combined with "Homesickness Fu"..."

"Brother Zhang, I feel that this painting reveals a sense of melancholy..."

“…”

Since ancient times, Yanjing has been full of talented people, and their elegance and grace are seen in the vastness...

Lu Yuan looked at the three people surrounding him and was really impressed! At the same time, he felt like he was feasting his eyes!

After the three of them gave their comments, they all paused, looking up slightly under the gazes of the crowd and the cameras, their eyes revealing a bit of sadness...

There is a sense of a person who is well-read and talented!

Lu Yuan compared his previous silly look with that of himself standing in front of the mirror with his hands behind his back, and suddenly he felt extremely embarrassed!

It's like heaven and earth!

Look at yourself!

Look at them again!

I only know how to be a handsome man standing alone with my hands behind my back, but what about others?

People speak in such an antique style. This is the literary and artistic way to evaluate paintings and poems!

This is the real qualified pretense!

I learned it!

Lu Yuan suddenly felt that his trip was indeed worthwhile.

After these three people said this and gave their comments, Lu Yuan looked at the painting again and suddenly felt that what they said was indeed quite interesting...

After the three talented men finished reading their poems, they looked at each other.

Since ancient times, scholars have looked down on each other, and at the same time, the three of them are the kind of people who claim to be talented and favored by heaven, so no one is willing to submit to anyone else.

There was a faint smell of gunpowder in the air.

A few old men smiled and gave the opportunity to the young people.

These three young people are all good potentials, and may become the backbone of all aspects of ancient poetry work in the future.

There is progress only when there is dispute.

Truly good literary and artistic works are born out of disputes and comparisons.

"The poem is good, but... it's still missing something..."

Shen Chonghe looked at the three talented people with great appreciation, and then he looked at his own painting again...

He shook his head and gave a faint smile.

Their poems cannot be said to be bad, and their artistic conception cannot be said to be bad, but unfortunately they do not match their paintings. After all, there is something missing.

However, even he himself couldn't describe that kind of thing.

He only knows what is appropriate and what is not.

After Shen Chonghe said this, the three of them were disappointed, but they still looked at each other.

There is still a hint of comparison.

Afterwards, young talents came up one after another and composed their own poems about the painting. Some of the poems were very profound and quite good, which made several old men nod their heads. What a pity...

Shen Chonghe still felt that this was inappropriate.

Yes!

Not suitable.

"Mr. Shen, I think this poem can be written like this? It's called "Looking at the Curtain from Autumn Mountain"..." At this moment, Chen Xi pondered for a while, and then looked at the painting under the gaze of everyone, "Facing the southern half of the city, facing the rosy clouds, the setting sun does not welcome guests, but falls into the fairy in the painting..."

When Chen Xi read out the poem, the eyes of several young people beside her lit up, especially the talented man called Brother Zhang who stood up and said, "This poem is good! It is full of charm and adds a bit of fairy spirit. It contains the fairy spirit of Mr. Shen's retreat. The setting sun and falling smoke seem to have a faint sense of loneliness. The first three sentences are all about treating people with poetry, but the last sentence is a sudden reversal! Junior sister is indeed a worthy talented woman of Yan University!"

"Yes, it is indeed eye-catching, especially the artistic conception in that poem is really good, combining the immortal with the misty dust, forming a very desolate temperament, but the last sentence is free and easy, it is really a rare masterpiece!"

"Yes, it's really good, it really is worthy of being Chen Xi!"

“…”

Chen Xi's poems naturally attracted a lot of praise, and many people interpreted the artistic conception and melody of Chen Xi's poems, and felt that the poem was full of picture and made people sigh in their hearts.

Several old men also nodded. Compared with the three previous talents, Chen Xi's poem was indeed a step up.

Chen Xi did not feel happy because of the noises around her, she just looked at Shen Chonghe quietly.

Shen Chonghe repeated her poem twice and then nodded.

Just when Chen Xi felt that what she wrote was approved by Shen Chonghe, she saw Shen Chonghe shaking his head again.

"There's still something missing..." Shen Chonghe looked at everyone, his eyes slightly disappointed.

These people's poetry is not bad.

He also thought it was not bad.

Unfortunately, the painting was drawn by himself, and if it still lacked a little bit of flavor, he would not be able to promote it.

Chen Xi was a little disappointed.

However, this disappointment only lasted for a moment. After all, she knew that writing poetry was not something that could be done overnight.

Some inspiration and some talent are really rare.

"Forget it, Brother Shen, it's almost time for lunch, let's go eat first, and we can work on this poem later..."

"Yeah, that's right. I was indeed a little impatient. After all, poetry, like essays, is a natural creation, the result of a master's hand..." Shen Chonghe couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Now the ink on this painting is not completely dry.

If the poem is painted before the ink dries, then the painting itself will have no flaws. But if it is painted later, the layering of the painting will eventually have some flaws and it will not be as perfect as imagined.

That's the difference!

"How about this... let's collect poems online? After all, there are many talented writers online, and many of them are extremely talented... I remember there was a Lu Yuan before... Lu Yuan is not bad... quite interesting..."

"Lu Yuan? Is he the big star?"

"yes!"

"Forget it. He's probably already absorbed in the entertainment industry and busy with his movies. Besides, I really don't think he can be better than us..."

"That's not the case. Lu Yuan is quite talented among the younger generation..."

"He is indeed talented in other areas, but poetry is different. Although he has written poetry, I think it still lacks some flavor. Who can guarantee that he is better than the three talented people in our Yanda University?"

"Yes, and his major is not poetry..."

"Yeah, that's right..."

When someone suggested looking for poets online, everyone started chatting.

I don't know who mentioned Lu Yuan, and then a group of young people started discussing this topic.

The reporters who were filming nearby became excited when they heard this.

Lu Yuan?

Lu Yuan is a hot topic!

But at this moment...

"Xiao Lu, you haven't written a poem yet... You've been looking at paintings for so long, don't you want to try to write a poem? Everyone is talking about you..."

Chen Guanxiong suddenly smiled and pushed Lu Yuan.

“…”

After being pushed like this, Lu Yuan suddenly felt a little confused.

At this moment, everyone who was discussing suddenly fell silent and stared at him.

"????"

“…”

"???"

Lu Yuan looked at Chen Guanxiong and was dumbfounded.

Damn it!

What are you pushing me out to do at this time...

this……