Chapter 94 The Beginning
The little old man almost pounced on the crowd, and the assistant who was taking care of him was glared at by a group of people, so he hurriedly held the man back.
Obviously the old man didn't know that he wanted to take a closer look. As he held the painting high up and looked at it, he thought of another thing: who was the author of this painting?
On what basis did he make this painting?
One reason was the official invitation, and the other was that he knew Xiao Han was coming here, so Qi Yao didn't take this art exchange very seriously.
Like a quick tour, Li Yu took me to the Xia Kingdom exhibition area, secretly hoping to meet that person.
As a native of Xia, Li Yu was basically exposed to art by nature and learned some basic knowledge from Qi Yao.
But compared to watching works from other countries, he is more curious about his own works.
Holding the official guide, the two went directly to the exhibition area.
When they arrived at the outskirts of the Xia Kingdom exhibition area, the two of them almost couldn't squeeze in. Outside were a group of reporters and photographers carrying cameras and long guns. They stretched their necks to get inside, fearing that they could not compare to the long-necked geese.
Although there were many people in the exhibition areas of other countries, they were not as crowded as in Xia Country.
Qi Yao was tall and slender, with an imposing aura. When he stood there, some people unconsciously moved to the side, which made him see some clues.
"Oh, what a coincidence, the head of the Qi family is here too! I don't know what surprising thing happened that everyone is flocking here."
Bai Huo was wearing a white suit and gold-rimmed glasses. He had a fake smile and spoke frivolously.
Qi Yao glanced at him indifferently, turned his head and continued to look at the painting.
Seeing that no one paid attention to him, Bai Huo adjusted the frame of his glasses boredly and walked away to the R country exhibition area!
Qi Yao has not been seen for a long time, and his imposing manner is even stronger than before. Now that the Bai family is not what it used to be, he can only stay away from the limelight for the time being.
"A good painting makes you feel as if you are there. The painter must be a very meticulous person. Look at the corner of the pond in Shanglin Garden. If you look closely, you can see dragonflies. The fish in the pond are painted vividly."
In front of Qi Yao stood an old man in his fifties with his back to him. Although his voice was old, his words were powerful.
Qi Yao looked carefully as he spoke, and his eyes fixed on the signature of the painting.
The word "Xiao" caught my eye.
A smile appeared on his face, and he even felt a little proud and arrogant. Look, now I am the only one who knows the painter who was praised by everyone.
There was a hint of secret joy in his heart, as if this had become a secret between them.
He didn't need to verify or seek knowledge, he knew that this painting was definitely Xiao Han's work.
Xiao Han has a habit when painting. He hides his own words in the paintings he gives to others, and you have to look carefully to see them.
And if she puts it on the surface, she would write a surname.
Qi Yao recognized it at a glance because of her handwriting pressed on his study.
Understand in the chest.
The calligraphy and paintings of the Xia Dynasty are so realistic, the paintings are bright and colorful, the objects in the paintings are full of vitality, and the scenes are thriving.
The fonts are like swimming dragons, some are wild and unrestrained, some are elegant and neat, and some are neatly arranged.
Xiao Han left Xia Guo's exhibition area and glanced at the numerous works.
"This is a work from country R. The objects in the painting are clearly light and dark, and the painting technique is very sophisticated."
Jers did not miss any opportunity to shine. When he saw where Xiao Han's eyes were, he stepped forward to explain.
"Pfft! It's quite good. You described it very well."
Xiao Han agrees with his evaluation very much, doesn’t he?
The works from country r have a sharp contrast between light and dark, and do not seem like works from the human world.
There is a sense of weirdness revealed in the more than twenty works, and the style is quite similar to that of Xia Guo, but it's a pity that one is yang and the other is yin.
Xiaguo's people are very generous and open-minded, while Rguo's people are like creatures wandering in the ditch, coming quietly. (Stingy)
At this time, an unknown netizen posted a series of photos on Weibo.
Flying out of the Milky Way: Fortunately, I came for this exchange, otherwise I would regret it. There was a constant stream of visitors and reporters from our Xia country's exhibition area, but unfortunately I was short and couldn't squeeze in, so I couldn't see what the paintings were.
The blogger posted four pictures, one showing the Xia State exhibition area with huge crowds of people, and another showing the hustle and bustle in other exhibition areas.
One is a few works on the edge of Xiaguo. Although I don’t know the whole picture, I feel that the painting is unusual just by seeing a corner.
There is also a photo showing reporters almost fighting for the best shooting position.
People in China who have seen it were extremely envious and expressed their hope that the blogger would take more photos of his own works so that those who had not been there could feast their eyes on it.
Fly out of the Milky Way: Sisters, I tried my best. There was a group of old men surrounding this painting. They seemed to be the bigwigs in our literary world, and I even saw someone from aristocratic family.
Although somewhat disappointed, netizens were still happy to see these works.
This is also enough to prove that Xia Guo's works are very popular.
"Sister Han, Sister Han, I finally found you. The teacher is looking for you. Come on, let's talk while we walk."
Just as Xiao Han was about to turn around and go back to Xia Guo, a hand grabbed his wrist. Before he could take a closer look at who it was, he heard the voice and realized that it was Wang Xiao who came.
Why is Mr. Wang Chang looking for me in such a hurry?
Although he didn't understand why, Xiao Han still followed Wang Xiao's steps, turning left and right, avoiding the crowd and arriving at an auction platform.
Before Jers could finish his words, the girl he liked disappeared. When he looked back, he only saw her back, so he hurriedly chased after her.
Wang Xiao said hurriedly as he walked: "The teacher was taking us to see paintings and teaching us at the same time, and who knew we would meet the delegation from Country R."
"We don't get along in the first place, and they mocked us for being just a bunch of old men. It made me angry."
"That's why I came to you immediately. We have to fight back. We can't let them bully the teacher."
Perhaps it was difficult to say in such a large crowd, as there were inevitably foreigners in the crowd who understood Xia Guoyu. Wang Xiao's words were ambiguous, but Xiao Han guessed that things would definitely not be as simple as she said.
r Chinese are like fleas.
"Mr. Wang Chang is my grandfather. Don't let others accuse me of not respecting the old and loving the young when you compete with me."
A thin, white man in a suit and tie had a strange tone of voice and an arrogant attitude. He looked no different from a Xia person, but one could tell from the logo on his clothes that he was not a Xia person.
On the one hand, this statement is a satire on the fact that Wang Chang has no successor and is still competing with young people at his age.
On the one hand, it is saying that his victory was unfair.
Of course, there is another meaning. If my painting skills are better than Wang Chang's, I would be so embarrassed if I lose!
Mr. Wang Chang had a righteous look on his face. He stared at the R countryman with sharp eyes and said, "Mr. Matsushita, you misunderstood. I am not a good teacher. There will be someone to compete with you."
What Mr. Wang Chang said was also interesting, and the people from Xia State sneered after hearing it.
Win or lose, just think of it as a teacher teaching his disciples, what does it matter?
If he was not facing the media reporters, Mr. Wang Chang might have jumped up and said, "Why would I walk with young animals?"