At this time, an old man smiled and said, "Brother Yu, this young man is good, is your student?"

The reason for such a judgment is very simple. Because people in society are accustomed to calling Yu Hao Lao Yu or calling him Mr. Qing Ai, and very few people call him Professor Yu.

This title is only called by students from the Academy of Fine Arts.

Yu Hao put down his pen, looked at Bai Ye, and then smiled gently, "It's actually not bad to say that he is my student. After all, he was from the China Overseas Academy of Fine Arts... Bai Ye has come to see several gentlemen."

Bai Ye could only walk over and salute a few old men under Yu Hao's introduction.

This treatment...

Many people were envious and jealous.

"White Leaf!"

Some people are even more angry in their eyes, but they know the importance of the matter and dare not act rashly.

The most important thing is that they also discovered that the old men probably didn’t know the background of Bai Ye, so their words were basically a kind attitude that praised the younger generation, which was even more depressing.

But we cannot remind you, so as not to become a villain who makes small reports.

This doesn't work, that doesn't work, it's really atrocity.

But to everyone's surprise, after just communicating with a few old men, Bai Ye apologized: "Professor Yu, I'm so embarrassed. Chen Daqi and I have something else to do, so we can only leave first."

Huh?

Are you stupid again?

Many people find it confused.

You know, this is a good opportunity to deal with a few masters of famous masters. To put it bluntly, as long as a few old men appreciate it, they can help people struggle for more than ten years.

Such an opportunity actually gave up.

Is your brain watered?

A look of surprise appeared in Yu Hao and others' eyes.

But they are old people, but they are silent on the surface.

"good."

Yu Hao nodded even more, his voice and expression were the same.

Not to mention Bai Ye just now, he helped him resolve the embarrassment. Even if he didn't have this, with his broad mind and demeanor, he would not care about this small problem.

The same is true for the other old men.

After watching Bai Ye leave, they continued to appreciate other people's works.

However, it is difficult for other people to pretend to be nothing. When they saw Bai Ye and the other person walking down the mountain, there was inevitably a little noise in the crowd.

Some people whispered and whispered.

"If I don't want to leave."

"Yes, stand by and show your face."

"Maybe you can still be in the camera, and you can deepen your impression when you are on TV."

“…Of course, it may also be intentional. If you don’t follow the routine, will it be easier for people to remember?”

"It seems to make some sense."

“…”

When jealous of a person, people's hearts become dark and they are never afraid to speculate on the other party's every move with the greatest malicious intention. What's more, some people recognize Bai Ye.

"You don't know who he is?"

"Bai Ye, that oil painter..."

"Ah, he."

"Hasn't he changed his career and went to play with Mudba? Why did he come here?"

"So I'm in a hurry to leave, otherwise I'll be embarrassed if I can't take out the painting."

"Yes, yes, I almost forgot about this. He learned oil painting."

"Should……"

A sense of superiority arises naturally.

Because these people are basically in the Chinese painting circle, their works are all Chinese paintings.

At this time, Baiye's advantage disappeared.

"Hmph, he is smart and walks fast."

"Otherwise, the good impressions in the hearts of the older seniors would probably be completely lost."

"Cunning guy..."

For a moment, many people felt that after seeing through Bai Ye's "heart" and self-confidence was back.

With such a conclusion, the group immediately left Bai Ye behind and refocused themselves, listening to the comments of Yu Hao and others, and their hearts were full of expectations.

Their mood also went up and down with the comments, as if they were riding a roller coaster, with unstable ups and downs.

However, generally speaking, the comments from several old men are mostly encouraged.

Over time, some people think it’s wrong. They give praise to others, but they don’t criticize them. Whose works are better can’t be distinguished?

As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

Those who study art are not vain, are motivated, aspiring, and career-oriented, and are no worse than anyone else. This is not a competitive competitive situation, but mainly because in the new era, no one can stop a person's strong desire to express themselves.

Young people have no ambitions, don’t want to become famous, don’t want to make a name for themselves, are they still young people?

They don’t want to be a good deal, they want to distinguish between the top and bottom.

In short, some young people couldn't help but feel a little relieved. They tried to express their demands repeatedly, but they swallowed the words back to their mouths.

After all, if a gun strikes the first bird, the first person to speak may not have a good end. People are selfish and no one wants to sacrifice themselves and then fulfill others' wishes.

However, seeing that Yu Hao and others were about to appreciate all their works, the event was coming to an end.

Some people looked at each other and knew that if they didn't speak, they would have no chance. At the moment, they looked at each other and communicated with each other with eyes, and finally reached a tacit understanding and went together...

"Mr. Lingbi, Mr. Qingai."

Unexpectedly, someone called out, and then a few young people walked up at the same time. Under the attention of others, they asked in unison, "In the eyes of several people, who should be the first among these works?"

Very straightforward question.

The others were stunned, and then there was a surge of excitement.

The soul of the gossip is burning.

After commenting along the way, except for the small episodes of Yu Hao in the middle, which are more interesting, there are basically no highlights, which makes everyone bored.

Now a few young people have taken the initiative to trigger the fuse.

It's simply... very satisfying.

"Ha ha."

Hearing this, Yu Hao and others laughed, and naturally they would not be angry.

Because they were young, they naturally understood the psychology of young people. But just as they were about to say something, a group of people suddenly surged up from the intersection of the mountainside.

The lively movement naturally surprised everyone on the mountain and looked back and watched.

So what's wrong?

Everyone was surprised. Those people walked up the mountain, but there were a group of monks. The more inclined people were the monks who were like stars holding the moon, surrounded by an old monk wearing a red and yellow cassock.

What's going on?

Everyone was stunned and a little confused.

“…Master Fusheng.”

However, at this time, an old man was very surprised and walked out quickly. He avoided a group of monks and walked to the old monk cassock. He was shocked and suspicious, and was very puzzled: "Master, you are..."

If you are not practicing in the temple, why are you here to join in the fun?

At this time, bursts of exclamations came from the crowd, but some people recognized it. The old monk in front of him was clearly the host of Tiefo Temple and Master Fusheng.

This is a relatively famous monk in the local area and has a high prestige.

"I have something to ask for."

The great monk Fusheng spoke, his voice was a little low, but it was very pleasant, with a vague sense of rhythm. He smiled, but had no intention of explaining in depth, and directly changed the topic: "Mr. Lingbi, I heard that you appreciate calligraphy and painting. It happened that I got a few paintings by chance. Now I want to ask you to taste it for me."

"What?"

Yu Hao and others came one after another, and they were a little surprised to hear the sound.

"Please check it out."

Monk Fusheng smiled, took out a few pages of paper in his arms, spread it and handed it over.

"This is……"

An old man took it with the opportunity, looked down at him, and felt shocked, and he was lost for a moment, then asked in surprise: "Master Fusheng, who drew this?"

"A little friend."

Monk Fusheng smiled even more and pretended to be confused and said, "Why, his paintings may be attracted to his eyes?"

"It's more than just a sight."

The old man carefully handed a few pages of paper to the next to him, but his expression became solemn and he sighed a little, "I seem to see Buddha nature in vaguely."

What?

See the Buddha nature?

The old man's comments immediately caused a tide. The onlookers were shocked and were also particularly curious. What kind of painting was it that made the old man give such a high evaluation.
Chapter completed!