I Took Home A Mummy - Chapter 46

In the exhibition, Cao Yang followed behind Mo Huai and looked around. It was the first time that he entered and exited such a high-standard and high-end place. Looking at the people in the clothes around him, he held his breath slightly, a little frightened.

Looking at the tall Mo Huai in front of him, he was completely different from him. His upright figure stood out in the crowd, and his aura was not to be ignored.

All of them came out of porters, and Cao Yang admired Mo Huai’s calmness after seeing such a big scene.

Mo Huai, who was walking in the front, looked at the paintings hanging on the wall. There were many kinds of paintings. Whether it was pen or coloring, they were all considered first-class.

“What do you think of this “National Color”?” Yu Lao’s voice suddenly sounded behind Mo Huai, “What do you think.”

Mo Huai glanced back at him lightly, then returned to the painting “National Color” in front of him, and after a few glances, he said, “The ink is bright and the composition is harmonious and harmonious, but the carving is too deliberate and not flexible enough. “

Old Yu looked stunned, he walked to Mo Huai’s side, his eyes pierced, “You are right.”

You must know that the painting “National Color” is one of Guo Zhinian’s works, and it is sought after by many people. The style is indeed unique. There is movement in the stillness, and there is stillness in the movement. Peony has the atmospheric beauty, but he is I don’t think I can appreciate it. Now Mo Huai pointed out what he thought. The peonies in the painting are indeed gorgeous and colorful, but the carving is too heavy and it loses nature.

Lao Yu nodded in satisfaction, his eyes softened when he looked at Mo Huai, “I heard Lao Qi said that you didn’t show your work?”

“No time.” Mo Huai replied casually.

“what?”

“No time to paint.” Mo Huai repeated.

“Haha, it’s okay.” Yu Lao looked very easy to talk.

If someone else knows him to see that he still has this kind side, he must be scared like a ghost. Will the person who makes other people’s company bankable for a picture be kind?

“What are you going to paint when you fight for painting later?” Yu Lao asked, he was curious whether this young man Mo Huai would surprise everyone present as he thought.

Mo Huai glanced at Yu Lao inexplicably, “Why should I tell you.”

“you……”

Yu Lao glared, wise and Hanli gaze towards Mo Huai, but the other party turned around without pain or itching.

“Hey…hey…” Yu Lao yelled twice, seeing Mo Huai’s feet not stopping, he was so angry that he blushed and his head swelled.

Cao Yang, who followed behind Mo Huai, was stunned throughout the entire process. The old man just now, he remembered being the owner of an antique shop. He heard that the other party had a big background, and Guo Dayong was scolded, and he didn’t dare to snorted. Unexpectedly, Mo Huai dared to be so indifferent to him, and showed his face to the other party. The most important thing is that the other party didn’t care about Mo Huai’s indifference?

The painting is carried out in the prepared hall. The organizer has prepared the necessary pen, ink, and paper paintings, and the venue is divided into small single rooms with antique screens and excellent embroidery workers. The painters sit in their own small single rooms. In, the painting was completed within the specified time, and finally 11 invited experts judge the winner.

Because the hall is designed as an atrium, spectators can stand on the second floor and look down on the whole scene in the hall from above.

Standing on the second floor, Cao Yang quickly found the position of Mohuai Station. He was placed in the corner of the last row.

“This exhibition has improved its specifications a lot more than previous years.” The voice of a man in a black suit on Cao Yang’s left was low.

“Look below, there are incense burners in the four corners. I heard that the incense is smoked, and one piece is worth ten thousand gold. It is no wonder that more and more famous painters want to participate.” Another man in a dark brown suit responded. .

“No matter how famous it is, can it be compared to Guo Zhinian, the first painter? With him, everything else is a foil.”

“It’s hard to say, maybe there will be a dark horse this year.”

……

Cao Yang’s ears were erected high, and his eyes were full of surprise, silently cheering for Mo Huai.

In the hall, next to it is blocked by a screen, creating a small world on its own.

After the painters had assigned their positions, the host announced that the theme of this fighting painting was “momentum”, and the painters painted according to the theme.

Many painters were stunned when they heard this theme, because the scope of the theme was too wide.

Mo Huai stood in front of the desk made of red wood. He closed his eyes and thought carefully. The first thing that came to mind was Ning Mitang’s light smile, with red lips and pink lips, so clear and moving.

“Damn it!”

Opening his eyes instantly, Mo Huai’s eyes were full of chill, and Jun’s face looked extremely ugly. This woman must be in his mind anytime, anytime, the more restrained she is, the more she will get out, which is really hateful.

After everyone started to paint, Mo Huai grimace, picked up the wolf pen on the pen holder and began to paint.

The painter pays attention to inspiration and free will. In the specified time, the difficulty of painting the specified content is a few degrees more difficult than usual painting.

I don’t know how long it has passed, and the hall is quiet. The exhibitors on the second floor have been watching the people on the first floor fighting paintings, and no one has left.

Cao Yang was very nervous. He didn’t know how to appreciate the paintings, and he didn’t know where Mo Huai’s strength went. He could only pray silently for him to win.

“Hey, look, someone has finished drawing.” One of the viewers was slightly surprised.

“It’s so fast, who hasn’t seen this.” If you know that a slightly famous painter, he knows all about it. At this moment, the man who finished the painting is really out of the scope of his knowledge.

“I don’t know where the unknown little painter came from.” The man wanted to take out a cigarette, but suddenly remembered that no cigarettes could be smoked in the exhibition, he curled his lips, “Yomo is also the role of foil.”

The other smiled and replied, “It makes sense.”

Mo Huai’s painting was accepted, and a special staff member sent it to the judges’ room.

The judges’ room is equipped with monitoring, and every corner of the scene, the whole process of each painter’s painting is clearly displayed in front of the big screen.

“Quickly, get the painting.” Yu Lao urged. As a senior collector of traditional Chinese paintings, his ability to evaluate is extraordinary, so he naturally served as one of the judges.

When I was watching the surveillance just now, Yu couldn’t wait long ago.

“Oh? Old Yu, it’s good to see you so excited.” One of the judges was surprised.

Mr. Yu asked the staff to place the painting carefully on the table, his expression was shocked, and he was completely unable to answer the other party’s questions.

The other judges also gathered around and began to appreciate. When their eyes touched the painting, they were shocked and speechless.

In the painting, there is a broad and strong back of a general, and in the distance are corpses all over the ground.

They saw bloody, murderous. In the ruins, the blood-red smell permeated the entire battlefield, and the broken limbs and torso were piled up endlessly. The general stood firm, and Xiao Rin’s strong back stood up to the sky, clinging to the sky. Kill ten thousand people, kill a million kings.

Yu Lao came back to his senses for a long time, as if there was still a picture of the battlefield filled with gunpowder and blood in his mind, “Okay, that’s great.” His hands trembled a little, and he felt that the painting was too eye-catching. Now, the domineering aura of the general in the painting shocked his mind.

“This painting is called “War Soul”?”

It was the president of the Chinese Painting Association who was speaking. He was also shocked by the content of the painting, not only the content of the painting, but also the atmosphere rendered on the painting, which was too realistic, as if pulling people into the painting.

“The painter is called Mo Huai?” I haven’t heard of the name before, that’s an unknown painter. President Huang Shaolong was surprised. Was such a painter actually unknown before? impossible.

Yu Lao wakes up from the immersive painting, “I know that this kid Mo Huai will not let me down.”

“Lao Yu, do you know the painter?” asked a man in a light gray tunic suit who was standing opposite, Guan Zhen, the director of the Art Institute.

“Of course.” Old Yu said with rare pride in his voice, “I also collected two paintings from him before, and each one is a treasure.”

“Oh? It seems that this person is very powerful, and he would be regarded as such by you,” the other judges said.

“It’s really a very powerful young man.” Yu Lao’s face was ruddy, and his eyes were gleaming, “Well, you can see the painting and you can grade it.” After the selection is finished, he wants to bid for this painting and collect it. .

“The first time I saw a painting with soul, I rated it very well.” Chairman Huang Shaolong nodded with satisfaction.

“I can’t find a stronger momentum than killing a million people, very much.” The director of the Art Institute smiled.

“The painting skills are first-rate, give full marks.”

……

In the end, Mo Huai’s work received full marks from all the judges.

As the stipulated time is approaching, more and more people are submitting works. The jury has seen the ultimate and the best, and the others have become generals.

“Guo Zhinian’s painting is too inferior.” Yu Lao looked at it disgustingly, “This “Taishan Xing” is indeed magnificent, swallowing mountains and rivers, and the focus of pen and ink is also exquisite. However, it is nothing to see, compared to Mo Huai. “The Soul of War” is too inferior.” Apart from hitting the nail on the head, he strongly recommended Mo Huai’s work, which is simply well-intentioned.

Elder Qi sat aside and didn’t say much, but the look in his eyes clearly agreed with what Yu Lao said.

The expressions of the other judges were a bit tangled. After all, Guo Zhinian, as the number one painter, must be ugly if he lost the fight.

Yu Lao tapped his fingertips on the desktop a few times and reminded: “You have to think clearly, and the finished paintings must be displayed outside. Everyone’s eyes are discerning.” What he meant was to let them enlarge their eyes. , Don’t treat everyone as fools.

Outside, Mo Huai walked out of the hall and only announced the results in the afternoon, so he was not in a hurry.

“Brother Huai.” Cao Yang hurried down to assemble with him, “How is the game.”

“The results were only announced in the afternoon.” Mo Huai looked plain.

“Then where are we going now, do you need to hurry back to eat with your girlfriend?”

Mo Huai’s footsteps stopped, and he took a deep look at Cao Yang.

“What’s the matter?” Cao Yang couldn’t help but shudder. He scratched his head and said with a smile: “Brother Huai, isn’t it your girlfriend who didn’t take care of you?”

Mo Huai’s dark eyes sank, and he said coldly, “Don’t pretend to her before me.”

“…” Cao Yang was stunned, suspecting that there was a problem with his hearing, “Brother Huai, I didn’t hear clearly, what did you say?”

Mo Huai’s voice came with a chill: “I broke up with her!”

It took a long time for Cao Yang to come back to his senses. He looked at Mo Huai’s back, with awe-inspiring and loneliness. He patted his head, “Hey, Brother Huai was dumped?”