Rebirth of the evil daddy

Ding Mo was completely shocked when he saw Ye Chen's words.

Strong, really too strong.

Is this really a painting drawn by Ye Chen?

Is Ye Chen in front of him really an ordinary amateur?

Why, his oil painting attainments can be so terrifying.

This oil painting, whether it is the composition, or the artistic conception and thoughts expressed, completely crushed Ding Mo, the leader of the young generation of oil painting.

When Ding Mo saw Ye Chen's words, his heart was full of frustration.

Because of Ye Chen's painting, he completely crushed the painting that he had worked hard to paint for more than half a month.

Just like Ye Chen said, in front of Ye Chen's picture, his own painting is rubbish.

It's really not as good as a child's graffiti.

Now Ding Mo fully realized that it was not an ordinary person who was fighting with him, but a top Impressionist master.

At this moment, the onlookers were also discussing.

"What the hell is this young man's drawing?"

"At first, I looked like a child doodling, but the more I looked at it, the more flavorful it became."

"I think so, although this painting feels weird, it looks very special."

Whether it was the onlookers, or the masters of calligraphy and painting, they also talked about Ye Chen's paintings.

There was also some discussion between them, at first they were not optimistic about Ye Chen's words, and even many people were sarcastic.

But gradually, everyone seemed to see something different in Ye Chen's paintings.

Even if they don't know oil painting or impressionism, they can see something on the faces of Tula and Ding Mo.

Perhaps, the painting is not as bad as they thought, and maybe it is very good.

"Mr. Ding, what do you think of my husband's painting now?"

Li Wanrou was completely relieved when she saw Ye Chen's words.

At this moment, she looked at Ding Mo, who had an ugly face, and asked with a smile.

Ding Mo's face was blue and white for a while.

"This painting... This painting..."

Ding Mo was extremely embarrassed, he had the heart to say that this was a garbage painting that could no longer be rubbish.

But even if he said it on WeChat, Tula was standing there when he arrived, and he was still looking at Ye Chen's painting with admiration.

If he said that, he would definitely be slapped in the face by his mentor.

Compared with his teacher, the Tulatin bottle, and his status in oil painting and impressionism, a young painter like him is only a beginner, and there is too much difference.

Itura's status in the oil painting world, and his upright character, it is impossible to shelter himself, and his evaluation of Ye Chen's oil paintings will definitely not be bad.

The oil painting of Ye Chen in front of him is not only exquisite, but also skilled, and the artistic conception and thoughts of this painting are top-notch.

Even he felt that Ye Chen's painting was the top level of the master in the works of oil painting impressionism.

Ding Mo looked at Ye Chen in shock.

How is this possible, how can this young man have such superb painting skills?

The reason why Ding Mo was shocked was because Ye Chen was really too young.

At this age, it is impossible to have such a level of attainment in oil painting.

Although I don't want to admit it in my heart, the facts are there.

Ye Chen created the works little by little from the beginning, and the creation process was very casual, not at all like his own deliberate polishing, and the whole process was completed in one go, and the creation of a work was completed in a very short time.

Such a skill, such a level, such a composition, can make the painting contain such thoughts, it can be said that it completely crushes itself.

Although Ding Mo didn't want to admit it.

But the facts are there, and he has no way to quibble.

This also made the words come to his mouth, and he could only be stuck, not daring to continue.

Because as long as he admits that Ye Chen's painting is better than his, then it is equivalent to losing himself.

In this case, not only do you have to admit that your paintings are garbage, but you also have to drink a whole bucket of paint in front of you, and if you drink this bucket of paint, you will lose a layer of skin if you don't die.

Whether Ding Mo wants to evaluate it or not, in fact, it doesn't matter anymore.

Ye Chen's painting has been completed.

Their previous competition on fighting paintings will soon have results.

At this moment, Master Tula and Old Man Yang all gathered around.

After a few more minutes, Ye Chen completed the final stroke, and the whole painting was completely completed.

After finishing painting, Ye Chen threw away the paintbrush and looked at Li Wanrou on the side.

"Wife, I'm done painting this painting, how do you feel?"

Li Wanrou admired the painting and said with a smile: "Very good, very beautiful." Li

Wanrou's appreciation level of oil chemistry is still some, just looking at the oil painting in front of her, if it wasn't for Ye Chen painting it in front of him, she would have thought it was painted by a Western oil painting master.

"Haha, since my wife thinks the painting is good, then the painting must be good, by the way, who is it, what do you think of my painting?"

After getting Li Wanrou's approval, the smile on Ye Chen's face became even brighter.

Of course, he wouldn't forget Ding Mo, who was fighting with him, and he also looked at the other party with a smile.

At this moment, Ding Mo actually wanted to pretend to be dead very much, and even directly found a crack in the ground to get into, or turned into a small transparent so that people could not see his existence.

Ye Chen's painting has been painted, and the next step is for the experts to compare and score.

Master Tula and Old Man Yang had already gathered around and were commenting on Ye Chen's painting.

Although the result is self-evident, Ding Mo is still holding on to luck in his heart, hoping that his mentor can save some face for himself, even if he doesn't lose so completely.

"Master Tula, you are the top master of Impressionism, and the painting in front of you is also a work of Impressionism, so it's up to you to comment on it."

As the organizer of this painting and calligraphy conference, Mr. Yang also immediately invited Master Tula to comment on this painting.

After all, at this time, Ye Chen and Ding Mo's fight painting, he is the most professional here, and he is naturally called a referee.

Master Tula nodded, walked out of the crowd at random, walked to the two paintings in front of him, and first glanced at the oil painting of his disciple Ding Mo...

In fact, Tula only glanced at it, and did not even look at it directly.

Because he had already seen this painting before, the level, in fact, he had already commented on it, and there was nothing to say.

He focused all his attention on Ye Chen's painting.

He stood in front of the painting and was silent for a long time, looking at the painting in front of him seriously.

At this moment, his face was full of intoxication, and at the same time, his heart was even more shocked.

"This painting, whether in terms of the composition of the painting, the composition of each line, as well as the connotation and ideas contained in the painting, has reached the pinnacle of impressionist works."

"Seriously, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that such a master-level painting could have been completed in an hour."

"All I can say is that it's a miracle, it's a very perfect work, both the technique of the painting and the connotation of the painting are top-notch, even if you put this painting in the middle of a master's work, it's welcome."

"If this painting were to be auctioned, I would conservatively estimate that it would fetch more than 10 million euros, and of course if this young man wants to buy it now, I can buy it now."