When Liu Chen heard that Mr. Wu was going to send a painting to him, he couldn't be happier. Tomorrow, he will send a painting. This painting by Mr. Wu, any painting, it can cost anywhere from several million to tens of millions.

, the painting "The Old City of Jiaohe" cost more than 40 million.

Liu Chen was so excited that he said to himself, Mr. Wu, don't be so good at painting. Just paint casually. It doesn't matter whether you sell it or not. The main thing is to appreciate your paintings, right?

"Young man, this kid has some talent in painting, and he has won several awards. I have also sent him money. You can help this kid point out what needs to be improved, and you can correct it for him."

Dean Yan looked at Mr. Wu and said with a smile, then turned to look at Liu Chen and said,

"Chenchen, although your medical skills are really good, your painting skills are not as good as your uncle Wu's. You must study hard with your uncle and don't miss this good opportunity to learn."

Dean Yan said this deliberately, for fear that Mr. Wu would stop teaching Liu Chen.

As Dean Yan spoke, he asked Liu Chen to show the award-winning painting he brought to Mr. Wu and ask him to give some advice.

Mr. Wu was shocked when he saw the award-winning remittance slip that Liu Chen took out. It's true. Young people are formidable. Not only are they skilled in medicine, but they also have a talent for painting. It's really commendable.

He is a person who loves talent and has a good personality. Whenever he sees a young person who likes to draw, he will give him some advice, as long as he really likes to draw.

"Young man, young man is a formidable person. Yes, it's good if you like drawing. Let's do this. I have paper and pen. You can show me a drawing and I'll draw one for you. How about we compete together?"

After listening to Mr. Wu's words, Liu Chen's eyes almost popped out of his head. He was so shocked. In competing with Mr. Wu, he was not trying to seize the brittle bones from the mouth of a big insect or the pearl from the jaws of a Li dragon - so bold; so courageous.

;court death.

What level do you have, and what level does Mr. Wu have? What level do you have, and what level do they have? You actually want to compare yourself with him, you think too highly of yourself.

Liu Chen quickly said in embarrassment: "Uncle Wu, please stop joking. How can I compete with you? My three-legged cat skills are absolutely unbelievable."

"Oh, what's the matter? What are you afraid of? Just give it your best performance. Once you've finished the painting, I'll show it to your uncle Wu. If there's anything that's not good in the painting, your uncle Wu will show it to you."

Dean Yan stared at Liu Chen and said.

Dean Yan is so anxious, boy, I am asking you to draw now just to see your drawing level so that I can give you some pointers. If you don’t draw, how will they know what level you are at now? But now

What a great opportunity, don't miss it.

"Okay, Dean Yan, then I will show my shame."

Liu Chen touched the back of his head and said, walked to Dean Yan's desk, picked up the paper and pen beside him, sat down, and prepared to draw.

Liu Chen couldn't be more excited. Oh my God, he was drawing on the desk of the great painter Wu. If he went back and told Wang Ruoji and others, I don't know if they would believe it or not. I had no choice but to lie on the desk of Mr. Wu.

When Mr. Wu drew on his desk, he also used other people’s pen and paper.

Mr. Wu's desk is quite clean, and the things on it are arranged quite neatly. Many of them are books about painting, and some books about history. There are pens, inks, papers, and inkstones. There are really a lot of things.

Liu Chen laid out the paper, picked up the pen, and thought about it in his mind for a while, then drew the outline first, and then started to draw bit by bit.

Here, Mr. Wu was drawing at another table. He took pens, inks, paper, inkstones and other drawing tools, stood aside, and started drawing.

Dean Yan didn't know much about painting. Although he liked it, it was not his strong point after all. He had to watch them paint, so he casually picked up a book on the bookshelf and read it first.

Reading is okay. No matter what kind of book it is, Dean Yan also likes to read it, especially when going to bed at night. She will never fall asleep if she doesn’t read. She feels that living and learning is the most interesting thing.

matter.

Here, Mr. Wu's butler poured a cup of tea for Dean Yan, and then left. Mr. Wu and Liu Chen's tea was not poured. After all, Mr. Wu didn't like outsiders to disturb him when he was painting. What he wanted was

Pure.

After a few hours, Mr. Wu finally finished the painting.

Looking at his painting, Mr. Wu nodded, still very satisfied, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

Liu Chen has also finished painting here, but he is a little slower than Mr. Wu. There is no way, this time Liu Chen has already performed beyond normal. After all, where is his ability, no matter how fast he wants to go, it is impossible.

Liu Chen looked at his masterpiece. It was not bad and the painting looked pretty. He was still very satisfied.

Liu Chen held the painting and nodded narcissistically. He had no choice but to draw like this at his own level. After all, he was self-taught.

"You've all finished drawing, I'll take a look at it too." Dean Yan put the book back to its original place and walked to them and said.

"Chenchen, you've finished your painting. Bring it over and let me take a look. I'll give this painting to you when it's dry."

Liu Chen quickly gave the painting to Mr. Wu, and then looked at what Mr. Wu had painted.

Mr. Wu painted a small town by the river. The paintings are truly otherworldly, fresh and elegant, and make people feel relaxed and happy. Although they are not as "shocking" as his masterpieces, these works are not far-fetched in form for the sake of form.

, a gifted person, and different from the sketching exercises of ordinary artists, which makes everyone applaud and praise him.

"Chenchen, how's your painting done by Mr. Wu?" Dean Yan asked as he looked at Mr. Wu.

"Okay, Uncle Wu's paintings are fresh and refined. He explores the complementary use of oil and ink colors. It transitions from being more physical to more lyrical. It is thick and dense and gradually becomes clear and ethereal. This painting has a new aesthetic orientation, taste and

Temperament. The painting style uses concise brushwork, excellent color ratio, quiet but not vulgar, fresh but not bright, and the subtle painting environment can clearly see the fusion of Eastern and Western artistic concepts in ink painting." Liu Chen racked his brains to praise.

With.

Dean Yan looked at Liu Chen in shock. Although this boy said it as a compliment, his words were really nice. Not to mention that he was the winner, even after listening to it, he felt that the painting was really beautiful.

It turns out that it is about finding a close friend through high mountains and flowing water. This is not false at all. I looked at it for a long time and couldn’t figure out the reason. I just felt that the painting was really good, just one word was good.

Here, Mr. Wu looked at Liu Chen's paintings. It's really good for a young man to be able to draw like this. He still has talent. He can draw really well. The color matching, light and shade, lines, etc. are all very good.

It's very good. There are a few places that need slight changes to make it better. There are really no other places that need to be changed.

"Chenchen, take a look, if this part is changed to this, and that part is changed to this, would it be better?"

Liu Chen listened carefully to what Mr. Wu said. Not to mention, it was really true. After listening to what Mr. Wu said, with a slight change, the whole painting became much more lively, and the overall color and brightness increased by one.

His quality is worthy of being a great painter, but he is different from me.

Here, Mr. Wu gave Liu Chen some more pointers, as well as some painting techniques, such as color matching, light and shade, and lines. Mr. Wu also explained it to Liu Chen. After all, Liu Chen gave him a leg problem.

After he was cured, he had nothing to give as a gift. Although he painted a picture, it is better to teach him how to fish than to teach him how to fish. It would be more practical to teach Liu Chen some painting skills.

Mr. Wu talked a little and gave Liu Chen a few books on painting.

Liu Chen was very happy when he took the book presented by Mr. Wu. He kept saying thank you and put all the books and paintings away. Don't forget to take them away when you leave.

Liu Chen looked at the ground under the table where Mr. Wu had been painting just now. Many of his scrapped works had been destroyed and were ready to be thrown away.

When Liu Chen saw it, he felt that it was really a pity. These were just minor problems, or for Liu Chen, he really couldn't see where the painting was not good.

These paintings are all paintings that Mr. Wu is not satisfied with. Mr. Wu will ruthlessly destroy the paintings that he is not satisfied with.

Liu Chen quickly picked them up, feeling very distressed. There were also paintings that Mr. Wu had not had time to destroy. Liu Chen quickly took them over and said with a smile: "Uncle Wu, don't destroy these, I'll keep them.

It’s a shame it was destroyed.”

"What are you doing with those bad ones? They're of no use at all. Those are all bad paintings that you don't want. You'd better destroy them as soon as possible."

Liu Chen couldn't bear it. It would be a pity to destroy it. He really didn't care, and he didn't mind either, so he might as well keep it for himself. Liu Chen said a lot more, so Mr. Wu didn't care about Liu Chen anymore.

He muttered, "This kid wants some junk. Hey, forget it, just take it if you want it."

How did Mr. Wu know that these so-called rubbish in his eyes were really good things for Liu Chen? How many people could only dream of them? He was lucky, otherwise he would not have these things.

Liu Chen knew in his heart that although Mr. Wu's paintings were highly prized in the market, art was the artist's religion. He faced sacred art with complete piety. In Mr. Wu's words, "Never let nonsense spread!"

Liu Chenxin said, just keep it for yourself and keep it to yourself. As for other people, it will not be spread.

It was noon. Mr. Wu was going to treat everyone to dinner. Dean Yan said it was better to forget it. After all, Mr. Wu had worked hard all morning. He might not have anything else to do in the afternoon. Let’s just forget about it and have a chance next time.

, Dean Yan, please come back for dinner.

Liu Chen took his things and came out of Mr. Wu's residence. He was extremely excited. He smiled all the way and was extremely happy.

"How's it going? You've gained a lot today, haven't you?" Dean Yan looked at Liu Chen, who was so happy that he was about to take off, and asked with a smile.

"Dean Yan, thank you very much. I am really happy today. Let's go and treat you to dinner."

"Well, if you invite me to dinner, I will definitely go."

The two of them talked and prepared to go to a state-owned hotel for dinner.
Chapter completed!