Chapter 145: Improvisational Lecture! (Part 2)
Jiang Chengfeng shrugged his shoulders. " Nothing! It's just that my Xiaohong misses her!"
These words were spoken very obscurely, and only he and Fang Xinyuan could understand them. Fang Xinyuan was filled with shame and anger. Knowing that he could not win the argument, he simply stopped talking to Jiang Chengfeng. He glared at Jiang Chengfeng and turned away.
Because he had been severely hit by Jiang Chengfeng before, and just now he saw Jiang Chengfeng and Ye Lingshuang arguing, Zhu Kewei was very angry. Of course, he would not act too much in front of Ye Lingshuang, lest he lose his gentlemanly demeanor, so he invited Ye Lingshuang to appreciate his "masterpiece" - the River Repair Map.
It must be said that Zhu Kewei is considered the most talented person in Huayang, and he is quite capable. The painting of river repair is very well-controlled in its use of ink, with appropriate shades of ink. The novel and bold brushwork perfectly reflects the current scene in a realistic and delicate way.
Ye Lingshuang praised: "Mr. Zhu has superb painting skills and uses ink properly. I admire him!"
Zhu Kewei was overjoyed, his eyes "inadvertently" swept over Jiang Chengfeng, and he smiled and said, "Ms. Ye, you are too kind!"
Ye Lingshuang ignored him and turned to look at Jiang Chengfeng, smiling and saying, "What do you think, Brother Jiang?"
Ye Lingshuang had seen Jiang Chengfeng draw a world map with her own eyes before, and was impressed by his unique painting method and skills, so she asked this question.
Jiang Chengfeng was too lazy to pay attention to the arrogant Zhu Dacai, and uttered two words - good painting, and then nothing else...
Fang Xinyuan was a loyal fan of Zhu Kewei. Seeing this, he was furious and said, "Hey! Jiang Dazhu! What do you mean? Explain yourself!"
Zhu Kewei also looked up with disdain, "Could it be that Brother Jiang has any opinion on what Xiaoke said?"
Jiang Chengfeng seemed not to hear anything, he just hung his head and said nothing.
Ye Lingshuang pulled Jiang Chengfeng's sleeve and said with a smile: "Brother Jiang, just tell me!"
The beauty acted coquettishly, instantly hitting 10,000 points of damage. Jiang Chengfeng had no choice but to smile and said, "The painting skills are good, but the artistic conception is lacking!"
Ye Lingshuang's beautiful eyes lit up and she smiled, "Brother Jiang, do you mean that Master Zhu's paintings are too focused on painting skills and ignore the vastness of the Yangtze River itself?"
Zhu Kewei's face was pale, and he frowned and said nothing. He knew his paintings very well. Just as Jiang Chengfeng said, he was indeed too focused on his painting skills. The various brushstrokes he used were dazzling, but they were ruthlessly exposed by Jiang Chengfeng.
However, it was Ye Lingshuang who finally broke the ice. Even though he was angry, he did not dare to refute. He could only glare at Jiang Chengfeng and then sneered, "You are just showing off your eloquence!"
Damn it, I was going to give you some face, but I didn't expect that after I gave you face, you would be shameless!
Jiang Chengfeng then sneered and said, "Miss Ye, you were only half right just now! Painting mountains and rivers actually shows the painter's experience and vision! Just imagine, if there are no mountains and rivers in your mind, how can you paint the magnificence of mountains and rivers? Therefore, from ancient times to the present, there are very few famous mountain and river paintings handed down!"
In fact, Zhu Kewei was just too unlucky. He had originally wanted to win Ye Lingshuang's favor with this painting! Unexpectedly, he was criticized by Jiang Chengfeng. However, every word he said was reasonable and he had no way to refute it, which made him embarrassed and angry.
Fang Xinyuan snorted coldly and said, "Perhaps what you said makes sense, but we cannot deny Mr. Zhu's superb painting skills!"
Ye Lingshuang was deeply touched by what Jiang Chengfeng said. After thinking for a while, he pulled Jiang Chengfeng aside, pointed at the painting in front of him, and whispered, "Brother Jiang, what do you think of this painting?"
This painting is also about river repair, but it is a close-up. The main focus of the painting is an old man with wrinkles on his face, ragged clothes, hunched back, and carrying a bag of sand. The most fascinating thing is that the old man's eyes are full of worry as he looks at the rolling river.
Relatively speaking, this painting is much more delicate than Zhu Kewei's, and the characterization is very vivid, as if the old man in the painting is standing right in front of people's eyes.
Judging from the comments of the talented men and women present, they all thought that this painting was the best one, whether in terms of painting skills, artistic conception, or the profound meaning of the picture.
Ye Lingshuang looked at Jiang Chengfeng, her face full of nervousness and beads of sweat oozing from her palms.
Jiang Chengfeng just glanced at the painting and shook his head and sighed, "Not good!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Xinyuan couldn't help but take a few steps forward and glared at him, "Hey! What nonsense are you talking about? How is this painting bad? Governor Ye has praised this painting!"
Jiang Chengfeng looked up at Fang Xinyuan, thinking, could this girl have painted this picture? Impossible, this girl has a hot temper, how could she have such a delicate and unique brushwork?
"I can't say for sure, but I'm not making a fuss! Why are you in such a hurry?" Jiang Chengfeng said with a wry smile.
Ye Lingshuang's pretty face flushed, and she stammered, "Brother Jiang, why don't you tell me what's wrong?"
Jiang Chengfeng looked at Ye Lingshuang, then at the painting in front of him, and his heart sank. Could it be that this painting was painted by the talented Ye?
Fang Xinyuan wanted to beat Jiang Chengfeng up, but she was worried about losing her ladylike manners, so she could only snort coldly: "Sister Ye, some people just like to talk nonsense. Your painting is so beautiful! Some people are really blind!"
Well, it is really the masterpiece of the talented lady Ye!
Ye Lingshuang was known as the most talented woman in Huayang. She was already aloof and proud. But now Jiang Chengfeng criticized her proud work in front of her friends in the poetry club. The blow was extremely heavy. Ye Lingshuang was already strong enough not to cry!
Jiang Chengfeng glanced at Ye Lingshuang somewhat embarrassedly, thinking to himself, I have given some face to that crappy talented scholar Zhu, why didn’t you tell me earlier that this was painted by you?
Of course, what Jiang Chengfeng didn't know was that Ye Lingshuang deliberately didn't say it because she didn't want Jiang Chengfeng to mix in personal feelings and affect his appreciation of a painting!
"Brother Jiang, please speak frankly. Lingshuang really wants to hear your opinion!" Ye Lingshuang was not an ordinary woman after all. She held back her tears and smiled.
"In fact, your painting, brushwork, angle, and artistic conception are all very good!" Jiang Chengfeng nodded in praise, but suddenly changed the subject and sighed, "It's just a little unrealistic!"
Although he was tough-mouthed, when Jiang Chengfeng was commenting, everyone including Zhu Kewei and Fang Xinyuan pricked up their ears to listen. Jiang Chengfeng stroked his chin, thought for a moment , and said, "From the painting, we can see that this old man is a poor commoner who can't afford three meals a day, right?"
Ye Lingshuang nodded and said, "That's right! I drew an ordinary river repairman!"
Jiang Chengfeng sighed: "Miss Ye, your original intention is not wrong, but you lack a deep understanding and knowledge of ordinary people!"
