I'm really not a scumbag

“Second painting!”

Chen Ling came to the side, and a sense of familiarity emerged.

“Wouldn’t you?” She thought of the school evening sponsored by the title of the art exhibition, which was indeed some coincidence.

“It should be that I think too much, the painting must be about the same, look at the third one.”

Chen Ling didn’t want to admit it, so he walked to the third picture.

This time, a brand new painting, there is no sense of familiarity.

But!

Chen Ling saw a red mark stamped by a seal in the lower right corner.

Four-square, with a “Chen” character in the middle.

“Chen!” Chen Ling exclaimed.

Although the painting has never been seen, the seal in the lower right corner shows that the owner’s surname is Chen.

Chen Ling thought of a possibility.

Was it drawn by Chen Jun later, so she had not seen it.

“It’s possible that it’s just a coincidence.”

Chen Ling continued to look at the next painting.

Another painting that has never been seen before, the imprint is still “Chen”.

Next painting….

Somewhat familiar.

The next painting is still a familiar painting and more impressive.

Chen Ling had already come to a conclusion——

The art exhibition is opened by scumbags!

“If they continue to look down, they will definitely find that group photo and guess Chen Jun…”

Chen Ling’s heart was entangled for a moment, and he decided to be blind and pretend not to know.

As long as Chen Jun doesn’t appear in the art exhibition, maybe they won’t chase the roots?

Although it is more likely that they will ask the museum….

Chen Ling pretended to admire the painting in front of him and no longer looked back.

The other two are commenting on the second painting.

If there were no Xia Qingyu and Chen Ling, with Guo Xiaoyu’s habit, a painting could be seen for about ten minutes, and the corners and corners would be thoroughly studied before the next painting was seen.

“It’s ink painting again, it seems that the owner of the exhibition is a master of ink painting! Qingyu, tell me about it, to what extent can his ink paintings reach in China? ”

Guo Xiaoyu casually took out a magnifying glass from the bag and placed it on the surface of the glass frame to observe the details.

Xia Qingyu opened her mouth and wanted to say that you are really professional, she recalled the masterpieces she had seen before, and said: “The painter is proficient in ink painting, may not reach the level of some masters, some Shen Yun, the master’s paintings are very flexible and imposing.” ”

“Well, if you want to divide the ink painter into a grade, the master is Grade S, and he should be Grade A.”

Guo Xiaoyu looked up and down and said, “I don’t know what this artist is called, generally the art exhibition will be noted, there is not a word outside the frame, strange.” ”

“Yes, it should be famous.”

Xia Qingyu also did not find the words to prompt: “I have not seen many ink paintings, and I can’t recognize which artist’s handwriting.” In fact, the two paintings have some things in common, such as using the same technique when painting distant trees. ”

“Well, indeed, which painter?”

The two couldn’t guess.

Chen Ling pretended to admire the painting, but actually listened to the conversation between the two.

At this time, he couldn’t help but complain in his heart: “Who else can it be, scumbag Chen, you must know that he drew it, and you will slowly discuss it?” It’s better not to know, or you won’t have the heart to look down. ”

“Eh, there is a drop in the lower right corner of this painting, Chen? Last name Chen? ”

Guo Xiaoyu saw the painting next door.

“The surname is Chen, bah, obscure!”

Because of last night’s incident, she was suspected by two roommates that she still had old feelings for Chen Jun, so she was a little sensitive and wanted to try her best to clear her relationship with Chen Jun before saying this.

“Sister Xiaoyu, my surname is also Chen.”

There was Chen Ling’s resentful voice next to him.

“Oops, I mean scumbag.”

Guo Xiaoyu explained loudly.

“We didn’t mention scumbags, why did you mention it, weak heart?”

Xia Qingyu shook his head and looked at his roommate.

“Don’t say it, don’t say it.”

Guo Xiaoyu obediently closed his mouth.

Bring sand to the beach!

There are some words she is too lazy to say, you Xia Qingyu is not even willing to erase the name written by the scumbag for you, so I am embarrassed to say me.

Chen Ling didn’t say anything, the wavering wall grass.

The atmosphere between the three was a little awkward.

Everyone looks at each other.

“Ling’er, is this painting good? Look at it for so long, just a few lotus flowers. ”

Xia Qingyu crossed Chen Ling and came to the next painting.

“…… I love lotus flowers. Chen Ling’s mouth was hard.

“Huh, sketching?”

Xia Qingyu looked at the painting in front of him.

The front is full of ink paintings, and here comes a sketch, and the quality is quite good.

Ink painting is of a high standard, and sketch painting is still quite high.

“Sketch painting? I see, I study sketch painting a lot. ”

Guo Xiaoyu also leaned over.

“It’s a bit inferior to ink painting, but the level is high enough, and this shadow processing is particularly good.”

He took out a magnifying glass to observe the details.

Chen Ling took a few steps back and glanced to the further right.

A few meters further to the oil painting!

She silently took a step back to the left.

Guo Xiaoyu and Xia Qingyu finished reading the sketch, continued to the right, and saw another oil painting.

“All-rounder?”

Doubts jumped out of the hearts of the two.

Oil painting is also good.

They continue to the right….

During this period, passers-by passed outside, saw the signs, and also came in to visit.

Free, whether you have a strong interest in art or not, come in and take a look.

Compared to ink paintings, which are mainly black and white, passers-by have a limited level of appreciation and prefer brightly colored paintings.

In front of an oil painting, a kind mother holds her young daughter.

The little girl pointed to the three big sisters with different expressions in the painting, and asked in a milky voice: “Mom, the three sisters in this painting are so beautiful, are they angels?” ”

“No, the angel has wings on his back and an aperture on his head.” The mother said with a smile.

“Ah, isn’t it an angel, but the three sisters are so beautiful.”

“Uh-huh.”

The voices of the mother and daughter are not low, and there are few people in the exhibition, and Chen Ling and the three can hear it clearly.

Guo Xiaoyu and Xia Qingyu only smiled and didn’t care.

Chen Ling’s body froze.

That painting, really hung out!

Originally, she was still thinking about whether Chen Jun would not hang out.

“Scumbag, what to hang out for, still publicize at school!”

Chen Ling was speechless.

The scumbag Chen is too owed.

“Mom, why are the three sisters over there the same as the fairy sisters inside?”

The little girl noticed the three people not far away.

The mother was stunned, turned to look, and compared it repeatedly, and it was really similar to the eight or nine points in the words.

“Maybe it’s those three sisters, according to their drawings.”

“This way.”

The little girl tilted her head and said.

Xia Qingyu and Guo Xiaoyu brushed together and looked over there.

Chen Ling’s scalp was numb.

It’s over, they’ve found out!

[If nothing else, it will be on the shelves at 10 pm, a few chapters will be posted first, and a few more chapters will be written tomorrow, and the update is probably like this.] Tomorrow is Chinese New Year’s Eve, tomorrow the day after tomorrow there are probably more things, try to update normally. Here’s wishing everyone a Happy New Year, good health and all the best in advance! 】