Chapter 69 No artistic conception

Standing in the art center, Milan and Ye Yunshu looked at the oil paintings on the wall. These paintings not only achieved the technique of increasing peaks in terms of painting skills, the use of colors and the expression of shadows of light, but also had deep meanings.

"Xiao Yang, don't you know how to draw? What do you think this painting expresses?" Milan pointed to a painting on the wall, which was a man and a woman sitting on a swing, and the woman snuggled in the man's arms.

Xiao Yang looked at the painting and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

As for the painting Milan is referring to, it can be said that he painted it at that time by looking at Filge. Although the painting was extremely vivid, Xiao Yang did not think it was expressed anything when it came to expression, because this painting was the guy from Bai Chi who found a foreign actress and was flirting with him on a swing. As a result, Filge saw it and drew it, but it blurred the face of the man and the hostess a lot.

What did you express? This was just a manifestation of Filge's performance in the face of Baichi at that time.

Of course, Xiao Yang must not tell Milan the truth about how this painting was created. Not to mention whether Milan believes it or not, it is not good for Firge's own reputation.

In Xiao Yang and others' status, there are some unspoken rules, such as some celebrity giants, no matter how humble they are in front of them, they will not say it out.

Xiao Yang pondered for a moment, "What this painting expresses is probably an envy and admiration for a kind of life."

Xiao Yang thought about it for a while, and could only explain this.

As soon as Xiao Yang finished speaking, a voice sounded next to him, "Just! This painting shows a kind of hazy love. You can see that the woman in the painting is nestled in the man's arms. Although the man did not hug the woman, his hands on the swing were strong and powerful, giving people a sense of peace of mind. This shows that the man loves this woman. While protecting this woman, he is also trying to create a happy life for her."

Xiao Yang took a look and saw the person who spoke before. This morning, when the art center was not open, the middle-aged man standing next to Yang Haifeng. At this time, Yang Haifeng was also standing here.

The middle-aged man continued to speak: "The man in the painting, sitting on a wooden swing, shows that his family is not very good. He dares to hug a woman, which means that he has a little inferiority in his heart, thinking that he has not given his lover a good life, while the woman shows a kind of unyielding. The swing is obviously shaky, and she is willing to sit with this man and bear it together! This is an enviable love, not the so-called envy and admiration!"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he looked at Xiao Yang with dissatisfaction, "The paintings are for careful savoring and viewing. The meaning expressed in them is not as simple as some people's eyes. I really can't understand. What qualifications do you have to participate in the painting exhibition of Master Firge?"

The middle-aged man spoke mercilessly, obviously after Yang Haifeng's instruction.

Xiao Yang just smiled at this statement. I guess even Filge himself didn't expect that he would have so many emotions associated with a casual painting by others?

When he was painting, Bai Chi was indeed holding the swing. He just felt that the swing was more fun than the woman in his arms. The woman in his arms was not a thing of the same. He just learned about Bai Chi's identity and went to hug him. Bai Chi saw too many women who were hug him and didn't care about them at all.

Still in love?

Xiao Yang felt speechless when he thought about it. What kind of love does that guy Bai Chi have? He was clearly a prodigal son. He had never seen any girl from a family keep his heart.

Yang Haifeng was very satisfied with the sharp words of the middle-aged man. He nodded and said to Xiao Yang: "Zi, you are not that kind of person, so don't pretend here. If you don't know how to draw, don't talk nonsense, k?"

Xiao Yang smiled, "How do you know I'm talking nonsense?"

"Haha." Yang Haifeng smiled, "Do you think Master Ferge would envy a man and a woman on the swing? This is just a way for him to express his emotions!"

"Whatever you want." Xiao Yang shook his head, too lazy to explain to Yang Haifeng.

"I think people like you really don't deserve to stay here. Talking nonsense is simply disgusting." said the middle-aged man next to Yang Haifeng.

"I think you are disgusting when you stay here!" Milan spoke directly, "A painting, we can see whatever we want, and understand how we want, and what matters you do?"

"You are insulting art!" The middle-aged man spoke loudly and scolded.

Xiao Yang smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Pretending to be an insulting art is not an insulting art? This painting clearly does not express so many meanings, can you just talk nonsense yourself?"

"Just! Painting depends on experience. How can a person like you understand this experience?" The middle-aged man was full of mockery.

At this moment, a riot broke out in the crowd.

Every time at Master Firge's painting exhibition, Firge himself would appear to explain to everyone some of his understanding of painting.

The appearance of Master Firge has attracted many people to watch.

This is a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a big beard and a long debate behind his head. Not to mention a man in his fifties, even if he is in his young people, Firge's image can be said to be a trend.

Many people, like Master Firge, ask questions about the artistic conception of each painting.

"Master Firge, can you tell me what the artistic conception expressed in this painting?" The middle-aged man standing next to Yang Haifeng came over and asked with a ginger.

The painting this middle-aged man mentioned is the one he had just argued with Xiao Yang.

"This painting?" Filge looked over. He hadn't noticed Xiao Yang yet. "To be honest, this painting has no artistic conception."

"No artistic conception?" Ferge's words were a little unbelievable in the ears of others.

Firge still remembers how he painted this painting in the first place.

The more successful a person is, the more he can see his own insignificance. Firge still remembers that when he saw those characters, his inner envy and yearning, and his achievements were worthless in front of those people.

Seeing this painting, Firge remembered the people at that time and sighed, "If you have to talk about artistic conception, you can only say that I envy and respect this kind of life."

What Firge said is exactly the same as what Xiao Yang said just now!
Chapter completed!