The judges lined up around a two-meter-long table and expressed high curiosity about other people's works.

Even Tang Shu was interested, standing on one side and listening quietly as everyone held each other, his eyes shining with curious light.

Works of the seniors—

Mr. Li and his team must represent the highest level of this era. I just don’t know where it is? Is it equal to her literati and poets, or is it better?

Mr. Bai, who made the scene with one hand, aroused everyone's interest in a few words, and walked slowly to the middle with his hands on his back.

"Then let's enjoy everyone's works together. It's been a long time since I've seen so many master-level works at once. You're very lucky."

Even the president of the association doesn't see such a grand scene often. After all, it is very difficult to get a painting in the hands of old friends, let alone collecting it today.

It's so exciting to think about it.

"Old Li, let's see how you are?"

"Haha, okay, then I'll let you see it first, let's throw a brick and jade!"

The depressed aura that Professor Li was originally aroused seemed to have disappeared, and his eyes were now full of thrills, and he felt eager to try.

The spirit hidden in his eyes was derived from his absolute confidence in his works, which also showed that he had quite amazing confidence.

Mr. Li was really happy at this time. You should know that being able to see Lao Xue and the others' work is something worth celebrating, and he also wanted to know the gap between himself and the others.

Well—I don’t know if these people have practiced secretly without him knowing it? Have their abilities improved?

This game is a good match!

"Expand my painting and let's discuss it together. You are not allowed to praise it all the time, and I don't like to listen to this either!"

"Haha, Lao Li, why are you still so bad-tempered? You can't praise you, why are you going to rely on us?"

"We have known each other for decades, and you are annoyed by your praise, don't fool me."

"Okay, okay, this time I will tell you carefully, you don't let your back."

Professor Li's eyes sternly, "Insufficient? Joke, can I have shortcomings?"

Everyone: "..."

I've never seen such a thick-skinned person.

Standing among the crowd, Tang Shu twitched the corner of his mouth, and a few black lines appeared on his forehead, so do you want to hear something nice or not?

As everyone was communicating, Old Bai looked at the scene in front of him and looked at the look of satisfaction, as if he was very pleased.

This kind of scene hasn't been seen in a long time.

"Chenxi, unfold your Grandpa Li's paintings, let's taste them together."

"Okay!"

Bai Chenxi, who acted as a temporary worker, had his eyes wide open and he came to everyone with a painting. When Professor Li's painting was spread out in front of everyone, everyone immediately surrounded him impatiently.

"I don't know how Lao Li understood the title of "Running Horse Picture". Will it be similar to our intention?"

"It is possible that according to Lao Li's personality, he will probably start with the creative background."

"Indeed, his previous paintings are full of attack power, and even Han Meitu has a domineering aura. I guess he will take advantage of this time."

"I think...huh?"

The next moment, everyone was instantly attracted by the painting on the table.

It was a landscape painting, named "Du Jiao Shan". Just look at the name and you will know what you want to express. Anyone who has read the background of "Running Horse Picture" knows that the intention of Mr. Li's painting lies in the word "Rich Mountain", which is quite consistent with the title.

"What a beautiful country! Good painting!"

Mr. Xue's eyes touched the painting for four or five seconds, and then he laughed excitedly, with a sense of heroism in his words. The others seemed to be trapped in the artistic conception brought to them by the Jiangshan Painting, and they were amazed, and even Mr. Bai's eyes were a little surprised.

"Old Li, your ink splashing ink on your Xiulj Mountain is quite obvious, it focuses on artistic conception, and the writing is very rich, tsk--"

I thought that this old friend would definitely be unfamiliar if he didn't start writing for a long time, but I didn't expect that the treasure sword was still old and the mountains and rivers in the writing seemed to be alive!

"Yes, Zhuanglj Mountain has beautiful scenery and a domineering style between the lines. The sun rising from the upper right side of the painting is indeed very consistent with this name!"

"The green mountains and rivers in front, the green pines and stones, the second half of the northern scenery is covered with snow, and there is a green plain in the middle. The river runs through the panoramic view from top to bottom, and it seems to be all reflected in all seasons. It is worthy of being so beautiful!"

......

The admiration and analysis beside him were heard one by one, and Tang Shu in the crowd was also shocked by the painting in front of him.

Undoubtedly, this is a masterpiece!

It is no less than the works of the Master whom she respects most. Although the artistic conception is slightly worse, the picture covers all the scenery of the entire eastern country from south to north. The pen tip exudes a sense of arrogance and is quite novel.

"Sure enough... no matter what era it is, there are everyone."

Afterwards, as the paintings of the judges were appreciated one by one, Tang Shu also saw a completely different painting style from each person. Since the painting topics have been determined, everyone also focused on several themes. Some people took the country as the theme, some focused on war, and some were represented by the struggled workers and peasants......

The nine paintings actually present nine completely different styles, which can be said to be full of flowers.

Of course, the works also have their own advantages and disadvantages, and in Tang Shu's view, the paintings of Professor Li and Dean Wang are ranked first.

As the paintings continued, it was half past one, and the staff had already packed dozens of lunch boxes from somewhere. The combination of meat and vegetables was full of nutrition and the fragrance lingered throughout the conference room.

"Gulugulu--"

A series of sounds sounded, and everyone looked at Bai Chenxi together. The latter smiled and his little face turned red.

"Sorry, my stomach is not very obedient!"

Fourteen or fifteen years old is the age to grow up. It is almost the time to eat without being hungry and eat the same amount of food.

The judges who had been immersed in paintings of different styles were stunned. Then they remembered that it was noon now and everyone had not eaten yet, so they all laughed.

"It's been so long before we knew it? Look at us, we actually forgot about such a big thing."

"Isn't your paintings too fascinating? I've fallen into it without realizing it, but it's time to have lunch."

"Yes, we can't be hungry for the future of our calligraphy and painting world!"

"Isn't there the last one? Let's fill your stomach later. I'll give a rating to several participants in the afternoon."
Chapter completed!