You are so poisonous, you are so poisonous, poisonous...

If there is this song in this world, then the lyrics of this song are Huang Ziyu's current thoughts. While he feels ashamed, he also has endless anger.

He admitted that this work was suspected of being tricky.

But he was sure that he did not copy. Even if he got inspiration for the Shuangqiao oil painting, it did not mean that he created the prints based on the Shuangqiao oil painting.

He went to Chenzhuang himself, drew the pictures by himself, and then carved and made the master version.

He also injected his efforts into this, which belongs to re-creation...

Why should I be bullied...

Huang Ziyu was angry and suddenly heard Bai Ye laughing, "It can be seen that this should be a woodblock carving, the knife skills are very exquisite, the ink is very well-prepared, and there is no slight black paint."

"It can be said that after the new printing technology came out, there are very few people who insist on woodcut printing. After all, this has very high technical requirements for creators, and most people do not have this ability."

Bai Ye praised her and asked curiously: "How many years have you practiced printing?"

"ah?"

Huang Ziyu was confused and said in a daze: "I have only been practicing for two years... But my grandfather is a carpenter. I have been carving things with him since I was a child and laid a foundation for ten years."

"No wonder it's so powerful."

Baiye's eyes were slightly brighter: "The wood carving is good, then you carve... plant and animal, etc., there must be no problem."

"This is the basic skill."

Huang Ziyu slowly came to her senses, her expression was very strange.

He was no longer angry, but was nervous, "By the way... are you going to kill or cut? Please tell me, please give me some fun."

"What?"

Bai Ye had a smile on his eyes and was surprised, "We don't know each other before, why should I kill you and cut you? Brother Huang, you must be calm and don't suffer from persecution."

“…”

Huang Ziyu felt tired.

He was not suitable to be scheming, so he simply said dejectedly: "Okay, I admit... my work has a little...probably similar inspiration to your Double Bridge Oil Painting."

He dared not admit it, he copied it and learned from it.

"But I can guarantee that it's just a little similarity."

Huang Ziyu swears: "Whether other composition or ink rendering are all done by me alone, and are original works..."

"I believe this."

Bai Ye smiled and nodded, "After all, if you want to copy, you shouldn't copy the Double Bridge oil painting. You know, in addition to the Double Bridge oil painting, there are also Double Bridge printing..."

Those hundreds of small notes, even if they are just the size of stamps.

But in essence, it is also a printmaking. Unfortunately, Shuangqiao oil painting is quite famous, which makes people ignore the version of printmaking. This also indirectly shows that the art of printmaking is really declining and not many people care about it.

Bai Ye sighed in his heart, then took out his cell phone, looked up and asked, "What is your phone number?"

“Eh?”

Huang Ziyu was stunned again.

"Make a friend and go back and have tea together."

Bai Ye shook his cell phone and smiled, "Or, you look down on me and disdain to pay attention to me."

“No, no.”

Huang Ziyu was in a hurry and immediately exchanged contact information with Bai Ye.

Bai Ye nodded with satisfaction and greeted Yu Chi and Xiao Luo and left the area.

When he walked outside, Yu Chi was very surprised: "Bai Ye, what's the situation? This is. If it's not certain, you have a girlfriend, I would have thought you were interested in him?"

“…”

Baiye rolled his eyes and exuded fragrance, "Look at the foundation of the human body with rotten eyes!"

Ha ha……

Amid a burst of laughter, the three of them walked away.

Huang Ziyu leaned out at the door, looking confused. He pinched himself and confirmed that he was not in a dream. But he still couldn't figure out the situation and was at a loss.

You know, he is still self-aware. Even though he was selected for the national exhibition, he is still a little transparent person in the industry and no one cares about it.

In fact, the 90% of the people in the exhibition are basically a foil.

They are all delicate green leaves to set off the charming red flowers.

Huang Ziyu still has this kind of awareness, and he doesn't want to shine in the exhibition. Although he often fantasizes so much, the cold reality tells him that this is just a daydream. In short, he only hopes to increase his qualifications to go to some large companies and find a stable job.

Bai Ye, Xiao Luo and others were basically the objects he looked up to.

After all, he is not stupid. Recently, the large-scale special reports on TV stations have basically revolved around these people, making people praise them in a variety of ways.

Famous and strength, he deserves to be popular.

Oh, of course, looking up to him does not mean he will bow down.

After all, no one has any intersection. As a rational adult, he doesn't feel that he needs to please anyone. The problem is that he was "catched" on the spot but not scolded, which is a bit strange.

Is there any conspiracy?

Huang Ziyu's mind was full of ideas and fell into random thoughts.

...

After leaving the print area, the two of them also entered the paradise of Chinese painting.

There are seven or eight rooms in a row, all with Chinese paintings hanging.

At this time, Yu Chi was like a fish in water, and he kept introducing the two of them to the rising stars in the field of Chinese painting. One of them was counted as one, and he knew them well. Not only did he know the other person's life and deeds, but he also roughly described the other person's calligraphy and painting characteristics.

Bai Ye was surprised: "How do you understand so clearly?"

"once……"

Yu Chi sighed a little: "These people are my opponents."

Bai Ye understood, imagining the enemy.

Yu Chi is quite pitiful. After thinking about it for so many years, I guess he doesn’t know who he is. Or if you know, you only think that he is the son of the great painter Yu Hao.

But Bai Ye knew better that Yu Chi didn't need his comfort.

He changed the subject and said with a smile: "Speaking of this, there are indeed many fine brushwork painters who participated in the national exhibition, and I haven't even seen many freehand paintings."

"Hey, you want to make trouble again, right?"

Yu Chi also laughed and said, "The dispute between fine brushwork and freehand brushwork has lasted for hundreds of years, and everyone is fucked by it. Anyway, there have been conclusions in the industry. Fine brushwork and freehand brushwork have their own advantages, and carrots and vegetables have their own preferences. It is meaningless to argue about this."

“That’s it.”

Bai Ye said carelessly: "The problem is that you can train a qualified fine brushwork painter in three years, and you may not be able to train a high-quality freehand painter in three years."

"good!"

Unpredictable, someone slapped and said, "This is incisive and well-sumed."

"Um?"

In an instant, the three of them looked in the sound and saw a group of people appearing in the direction of the corridor.

The critic group officially arrived on the battlefield.
Chapter completed!