It is undoubtedly a good thing for someone to pay attention to. The problem is that everyone is crowded, crowded, and it is easy to have accidents, which naturally makes people worry. When the organizer asked someone to come and maintain order, several of Xin Qiyue's subordinates also brought a painting over.

The huge picture frame was like half of the wall, and it took four young men to work together to move. After a while, the huge frame was placed in front of everyone.

But the painting was covered with a layer of cloth, and everyone could only see the outline.

At this time, what else is there to do? An old man stepped forward, pulled his hand and flew away with a black cloth. Everyone's eyes gathered and they immediately saw the full picture of a painting.

The scenes in the painting are indeed exactly the same as the pictures in the hand of some people.

However, the contrast and visual impact are completely different.

After all, the small ticket face is only a square inch. No matter how clear the ticket face is, it will definitely be visually limited. However, the huge painting is about three meters long and two meters wide.

Such a large size is directly in front of everyone.

In addition, the realistic shape and three-dimensional texture are naturally shocking.

There is a bridge in the painting.

A stone bridge.

When it comes to water towns, places with dense water networks, and scenes of small bridges and flowing water will definitely not be rare. Just stone bridges are very common in rural towns.

The problem is that the bridge in the painting is very special and unusual. This is why some people pick up small receipts and are reluctant to throw them away after seeing the painting on the face of the receipt.

The main reason is that the paintings on the face of the seal are very attractive and suddenly evoke their memories of the water town.

Nowadays, the huge original paintings come into view. I won’t say much about it. From a visual perspective, this is a kind of enjoyment, allowing them to clearly appreciate the tranquility and peace of the stone bridge and the bridge-side buildings.

A hazy image that makes everyone feel.

However, most of the people present may have some empathy when viewing the paintings. But they really want to analyze what element this empathy is, and they can't say it.

"What a strange bridge."

After watching for a while, in the dense crowd, someone couldn't help but whisper: "Is there really such a bridge?"

“…I haven’t seen it anyway.”

"Is this a painting?"

"If it's not a painting, what else can it be?"

“It looks like a photo.”

"...No matter what it looks like, after reading the one in front, hurry up and leave."

"We have to see, too."

All kinds of chaotic sounds came one after another.

Due to the limited venue, the crowd behind cannot see the situation ahead, so it is inevitable that the noise will be started. Not only Xin Qiyue and others are in a dilemma, but even the organizers are sweating profusely.

After a few urgent discussions, a middle-aged man found a loudspeaker and shouted: "Don't worry, don't be impatient, be at ease, and abide by the order to avoid accidents."

"After a while, several masters will explain to you the exquisiteness of Shenzhuang's paintings and please visit them in an orderly manner. The Cultural Festival will be held for a long time, so that everyone can come back with great pleasure."

Under the comfort of the middle-aged man, a little commotion subsided.

The key is that during the time he was speaking, Xin Qiyue had cleverly asked someone to bring a table, build a simple platform, and then lift the painting up for people to appreciate.

The pictures are hanging high, and more people are seen, and the rapid arrival of security personnel. The dense crowd also voluntarily lined up, forming a long dragon that was winding and twisting.

“Good job.”

The middle-aged man praised Xin Qiyue and patted him on the shoulder, turned around and walked to the old men, and said with a compliment: "Masters, please cooperate and tell me the good and bad of this painting."

The words good and bad are different, and the tone is severity.

He believed in several masters and must understand what he meant.

After all, the camera is on, and the lively scenes in front of you are undoubtedly excellent material. As long as you edit it properly, you can fully enter the provincial hot news and information.

This is definitely a very good thing for the organizer.

“…”

A few old men looked at me, and I looked at you, a little hesitant.

It’s not that they are dull and do not understand the hints of middle-aged people. The main reason is... they really didn’t expect that the original work of the small-book drawing turned out to be an oil painting.

Yes, this is oil painting.

The pictures with quiet colors, obvious brushstrokes, the realistic shape of the pictures and three-dimensional layering.

All the details show that this is an oil painting.

So the old men were in a dilemma.

For no other reason, they are masters of Chinese painting. Even if one or two of them can’t draw, they learn brush calligraphy, as well as Chinese classics such as the Four Books and Five Classics.

To put it bluntly, they are traditional literati, and they are not the same as Western art.

Now let them comment on an oil painting. Even if they are not asking about Yu Blind, they will worship the wrong Bodhisattva.

So while the old men looked at each other, a bitter smile appeared on the corners of their mouths.

This is not to blame others, I can only blame myself. The main reason is that they just saw the small tickets and the paintings on the tickets were clearly the traditional scenery of the Jiangnan water towns, with small bridges and flowing waters.

In their impression, such a scene has always been a classic theme in Chinese painting.

Who would have expected that someone broke the world's fixed thinking and drew the beauty of traditional Chinese painting in the form of oil paintings.

"Um……"

Unpredictable, Mr. Lingbi reacted. He hurriedly looked up and examined the oil painting in front of him again.

The sight of it is an ancient small bridge, a small bridge made of stone, with a very unique shape. This stone bridge has two holes, one horizontal and one vertical bridge deck, and one square and one round bridge holes, forming a unique stone bridge.

It is the first time that a scholar like this type of stone bridge has seen it as a knowledgeable scholar like Mr. Lingbi.

However, he thought for a moment and was sure that this type of stone bridge was recorded in ancient books.

If he was not wrong, this kind of stone bridge should have a common name, called the Key Bridge. It is mainly the form of the bridge, which is similar to the ancient keys, so it is named.

Of course, when Mr. Lingbi looked at paintings, he was not only concerned with the shape of the stone bridge, but the most important thing was the meaning in the painting.

Even though he is good at Chinese painting, the art itself has a commonality. Even though he is not sure whether the techniques of this oil painting are clever and clever, he feels resonance in the tradition of expressing emotions.

The ancient stone steps, white walls and black tiles, clear blue water, and reflections of the water surface, and the semicircular bridge holes form a standard and perfect circle.

This is a realistic oil painting style, and all the details in the painting are so clear and clear.

The problem is that Mr. Lingbi felt that he saw a hazy image in the painting. It was an ancient and distant quiet atmosphere that could arouse his thoughts best, just like the intermittent replay of the years in old records, which made him feel inexplicably.

This seems to be the memory of...hometown.

Yes, that's right.

Mr. Lingbi nodded slightly, and he thought of his hometown, which was also such a small town, with clear water and trees. The mottled stone steps emitted hazy water on the canal in the early morning, like a dream and a fantasy.

He hasn't been back for a long time, but for some reason, whenever he thinks of his hometown, the scenes in his memory are like oil paintings in front of him, with a slightly nostalgic sadness in the tranquility and a sublimated artistic conception.

Or what his real hometown looks like, he has long forgotten.

What remains in memory is just a beautified impression.

"call!"

In an instant, Mr. Lingbi seemed to sigh, then turned around and took the loudspeaker from the middle-aged man. In public, in public, he spoke: "From ancient times to the present, people have said Jiangnan, talked about Jiangnan, and poems about Jiangnan, and have been praised for thousands of years. But there are still many people who do not know the beauty of Jiangnan."

"But from today on, they won't have to be depressed. Just watch this painting to make up for the regret."

"The impression of Jiangnan is all in this painting!"

Wow...
Chapter completed!