The Prodigal Son of the Empire

Even if I want to break my head, I can't think of the reason!

This is simply magical, breathtaking!

"It's wine!" At this moment, Lord Wen suddenly said!

"Wine?" Li Jitong asked suspiciously, "What does Mr. Zhengwen mean?"

Lord Wen chuckled and said, "We all overlooked one point before. Wang Kang drank wine before painting, but he didn't swallow it. Instead, he sprayed all the wine...on the painting paper!"

"I understand!" Luo Chuannan suddenly realized, "The painting paper is wet with wine, and if you paint on it, the wine and paint will change!"

"Yes!" Lord Wen nodded and said, "That's why we saw the flower bone blooming into a lotus!"

"Look at that flower, there are still a few lines of small characters," Li Jitong said in surprise again, and then recited.

"I love the lotus that comes out of mud but not stained, clean and clear but not demonic, straight in the middle and straight in the outside, not spreading or branching, fragrant far away but clear, pavilions and clean plants, can be seen from a distance but not played with."

"Good words!"

The people who listened to the poems were even more shocked, and the meaning contained in them was sobering!

"This is not a picture of budding at all, but a picture of a lotus flower blooming, which entrusts his hopes and blessings to his cousin, and also heralds the relationship between the two!"

Mr. Zheng Wen stood up and said in a deep voice: "This is the most profound and sincere work, which puts grief in wine, puts blessings on the pen, and melts emotions into the painting..."

"Yang Xiuwen's picture of purgatory on earth certainly makes people cry, but the meaning contained in Wang Kang's painting of lotus is even more heartbreaking, and even a little bit crying!"

"So I think!"

Duke Wen said in a deep voice: "Wang Kang is the winner of this game!"

"Impossible, it's impossible!"

Hearing this, Yang Xiuwen shook his head immediately, and said sharply: "My painting is the best, I am the winner, I am Yang Xiuwen, I am a little painter, how can I be defeated by a prodigal son! "

Hearing this, Wang Kang calmed down, looked at Yang Xiuwen's expressionless face and said in a cold voice: "Do you really think that the picture of purgatory on earth you drew is the best work?"

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Chapter 154 repeated questioning, Yang Xiuwen's painting was invalidated

"What do you mean by that?" After hearing Wang Kangzhi's words, Yang Xiuwen's face became even more ugly.

Is this to find fault with his paintings?

How ridiculous!

"Do you know where your most ridiculous point is?" Wang Kang asked coldly.

Before Yang Xiuwen could answer, Wang Kang shook his head and said, "A person who is well-clothed and well-fed, has never seen the suffering of life, let alone experienced it, how can he draw the essence of it, and call it the picture of purgatory on earth!"

"You have the nerve to call it the exit!"

Yang Xiuwen had a toothache when he heard Wang Kang's words. I don't understand, but you, a prodigal son, understand?Say that I am well-clothed and well-fed?You are more than me!

"I know what you want to say?" Wang Kang saw what Yang Xiuwen meant.

"To be honest, I haven't experienced these things before," Wang Kang said in a deep voice, "But I know one thing, and that is logic!"

"The picture of purgatory on earth you drew is divided into four parts. The first one is the people under the chaos of war. Looking at your paintings, you have used a lot of pen and ink to draw the cruelty of war, but there are very few descriptions of the people. !"

"And there is one thing, the eyes, the expression! What you drew is even more wrong!"

"You nonsense!" Hearing this, Yang Xiuwen shouted immediately: "When a person encounters a war, what is it but despair?"

"Not despair but fear!"

Wang Kang said in a deep voice: "The war is coming, the soldiers are in chaos, and there is no fixed place to live. At that time, the more emotion is fear, the fear of being indiscriminately disaster, the fear of being killed indiscriminately!"

"And the emotion that should have been despair is in the second painting, but you used it as fear!"

"In the second picture, you painted a year of severe drought, crops failed, the land was dry and the crops were dry, and the villagers were lying on the ground, holding loess...the eyes were frightened?"

"What the hell are you?"

Hearing Wang Kang's words, Yang Xiuwen was startled for a moment, and he turned his head to look at his painting...

"Don't look, your expression is clearly fear, and this should be despair!"

Wang Kang said disdainfully: "Farmers have worked hard for a year, but encountered severe drought, no rain, and crops died. This is the real despair, because they have nothing to do!"

"And your third painting..." Wang Kang went on to comment: "The most ridiculous thing is your fourth painting. You suffer from hunger and cold, homeless people... The painting is indeed tragic, but you are even more It is a serious logical problem!"

"One of the people you drew is a fat man!" Wang Kang sneered.

"This……"

The two talked loudly, and the others were brought in by Wang Kang without realizing it. Listening to the sound and looking carefully, what Yang Xiuwen drew was indeed a fat man.

"What's wrong with being fat?" Dong Hui asked in confusion, "This Wang Kang is picking on the bones!"

Several other people also looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what it meant.

Only Dong Yiwu's face was a little ugly.

"So what?" Yang Xiuwen asked forcefully.

"It seems that you really don't understand!" Wang Kang shook his head and said, "How can a homeless person suffering from hunger and cold without enough food be a fat man!"

"There are many people like this. I didn't know about them before, but go to the western suburbs to have a look!" Wang Kang stepped forward and said coldly.

"They should be sallow and skinny. How can they be fat? Have you ever seen a fat person who can't eat for a long time?"

"You...you are utterly unreasonable!" Yang Xiuwen's face became more and more ugly, but when he said this, he felt a little guilty.

Because what Wang Kang said was on point, and if you think about it carefully, you can understand it.

"Is it because of my strong words, or are you ignorant of common sense?" Wang Kang took another step forward, only a few steps away from Yang Xiuwen.

He asked in a cold voice: "Painting is recording, recording the people around you, things around you, and the scenery around you. There are many kinds of paintings, realistic and metaphorical!"

"And your picture of purgatory on earth is not realistic, and the meaning is unclear!"

"You..." Under Wang Kang's questioning, Yang Xiuwen felt guilty and took a step back!

At this time, Wang Kang took another step forward, "Although painting is painting objects, it is more about painting the heart. Only with the heart as the brush and emotion as the paper can we draw the best masterpieces!"

"And you, a heartless and heartless person, how can you talk about painting!"