"He has no grudge against Master Lu." Zou Kai tsk: "Oh, the position of the host is so coincidental. It just blocks Master Lu's work. I'm so angry!"

Bai Shuhang muttered: "But it looks like there is a grudge..."

【That is, this old guy is not a good person at first glance.】

【It must be because I can’t stand the master’s goodness, so I want to harm him!】

[This host vividly reflects what it means to be a tiger's back and bear's waist, five arms and three thick arms.]

[Three thick... Don't people only have two legs? Why are they three thick? (Smile)]

Seeing that their topics were becoming more and more biased, Zou Kai had to face up to Bai Shuhang's problem. If he selectively ignored it, once these words were spread, they would definitely affect Lu Zi'an's image.

"Well, I can't take a picture now, so I'll talk to you." Zou Kai thought for a while: "Actually, it's normal for Master Li to do this. Have you heard of the contempt chain of art departments?"

What is that?

Bai Shuhang shook his head blankly: "I haven't heard of it."

"Just... they all think that the oil painting department is for painting, the Chinese painting department is for painting, the sculpture department is for painting, the big clay, the print department is for painting, and the print department is for being awesome. That is, you can't find a job after graduation! Hahahaha!"

Bai Shuhang: I don’t know how to be sharp.

After laughing, Zou Kai said seriously: "Like Master Li, he is a man who carved nuclear carving. Such fine craftsmanship is more exhausting and more sophisticated than round carving. Master Lu's grandfather Lu Yunjing is a famous nuclear carving master in Changyan City, so..."

Bai Shuhang said long: "So he feels he is superior and looks down on others?"

"It doesn't count. Maybe some of the factors are due to Master Lu Yunjing..."

Bai Shuhang nodded thoughtfully. Zou Kai thought he understood and was very happy. The next second Bai Shuhang raised his head and his eyes were full of confusion: "I understand the truth, but what does walking painting mean?"

"..." Zou Kai almost fell head-on and said angrily: "I'll find the Baidu girl myself!"

[Little brother, don’t need to look for the Baidu lady, I’ll check it for you!]

[Style painting is a method of copying artworks introduced from abroad, with intentions of "setting vulgarity" and aiming to cater to the audience from the bottom of their hearts.]

[The artistic quality of the painting works is superficial and have low artistic value.]

In fact, this is quite polite.

Some original painters' works are also kitsch, cater to form or style. In order to achieve extremely low sales prices, no matter how popular the works are, they cannot escape the shadow of the word "showing" and ultimately have no effect except destroying the signboard.

The existence of this type of person has led to the blurring of the boundaries between painting and originality, and industry insiders are generally ashamed of painting and painting.

Bai Shuhang was not confused about this problem, so he stretched his neck and looked at the stage: "Brother Kai, is Master Lu coming to receive the award?"

"No." Zou Kai pointed the camera at Lu Zi'an and took a closer look: "It seems that the master hasn't finished yet..."

The host was also a little worried and hesitated whether to call Lu Zi'an.

This kind of thing is really hard to say. Just call it well. If it is bad, if it destroys his inspiration, he can't bear the responsibility. If it is worse, it scares Lu Zian and causes damage to the works in his hands. That is not something that can be compensated by an apology.

But the show has reached this point, and it wouldn't be appropriate if he didn't ask him to come...

The host walked a few steps aside and whispered a few words to Master Li.

Zou Kai's eyes lit up and he quickly pointed the camera at the work on the table: "Come on, let's take a closer look at Master Lu's work "Yu Linling"..."

When the work was magnified and every detail became clear and presented in front of the camera, the barrage in the live broadcast room stopped for a few seconds.

Where can we form sorrow? The hearts of separation are in autumn!

Although the whole work has carefully crafted willows and pavilions, the picture does not have a trace of vitality.

The cicada in the deep autumn is about to die, the tender leaves of the willow tree have turned yellow, half a cup of wine is left, and the orchid boat is ready to go, what makes everything so bleak and sad?

It is the sorrow of parting that makes everything lifeless.

Although this work depicts the story of Liu Yong and his wife, everyone seemed to see the sadness hidden deep in their hearts through it.

Everyone has experienced separation from life and death, relatives, lovers, friends, and everyone has different experiences, but the pain is similar.

Every separation when I was young was painful and heart-wrenching. I took it out from time to time and talked about my sadness to others. Rather than remembering that person, I remember that feeling of sadness.

As we grow older, most people choose to hide their inner pain. The people hiding deep memories in their hearts are not willing to share with others easily.

More importantly, when it is late at night, I pour a glass of wine, drink it alone, toast a glass to tomorrow, and toast a glass to the past.

The microwaves on the lake and the little rain marks are the finishing touch of the whole work.

The autumn rain does not exist, but everyone can feel the chill coming to their faces when they look at the lake.

[The passionate one has been hurt since ancient times, and it is even more slack, and the Qing Autumn Festival is neglected.]

[Where can I wake up from the wine tonight? The willow bank, the morning breeze and the waning moon.]

[This past few years, it should be a good time and a good situation.]

[Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell you about it!]

The first time, no one made trouble, no one deliberately distorted the meaning, and no one even swept the screen.

These four sentences slowly passed through the screen, as if a scar was struck by everyone's already trampled holes.

A truly good work can touch people and resonate with people.

What other works have not done, this piece of "Yu Lin Ling" has done.

Zou Kai didn't know that they thought of his sad memories, but he was staring at the work in a daze and was silent for a long time.

A mother may not be able to hold back and posted two barrages: [Husband! This is the fourth year after you left. Are you okay in heaven? The baby is very well-behaved, have you seen it...]

[Tell me a dream, even if it will be good once... If you are not here, who can I tell you no matter how hard or tired I am!]

After she posted, she quit the live broadcast room, probably to calm down.

Zou Kai guessed the plot from this sentence, and felt even more uncomfortable. He opened his mouth, but couldn't even say a word.

[Master Lu is really amazing. This is a real soft knife. If you stab it in with one knife, you won’t even have any blood flowing.]

He was about to say something to adjust the atmosphere, but when he saw Master Li strode towards Lu Zi'an, he couldn't help but say strangely: "Hey, is he going to find Master Lu?"

Lu Zi'an looked calm and waved his sword. When he was fast, he could only see a shadow of the sword.

The more he did it, the more he was able to do it. A carving knife exerted his ability to the extreme, and there seemed to be a sound of gold and stone hidden between them!
Chapter completed!