"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully checking in at the Forty-nine City Art Center, awarded top-tier painting skills!"
In an instant, creative techniques from ancient and modern painting masters surged into his mind like a torrent.
Song Yun, who was walking normally, suddenly paused and closed his eyes to slowly adapt.
"What's wrong, husband? Do you feel unwell anywhere?"
Ye Qingqing looked at Song Yun with concern and said, "If not, let's go home first; you've been working hard lately."
"It's nothing, I just suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable, it's fine now."
When Song Yun opened his eyes again, he could fully discern the message the artists of the paintings in the exhibition intended to convey, as well as the shortcomings in their techniques.
"Young friend, I see you have been staring at this painting for a while. Have you noticed something?"
At that moment, an old man with a ponytail slowly walked towards Song Yun. The old man looked to be over seventy years old but, perhaps because he often exercised, his body was muscular and robust.
This was the kind of charming old man discussed online.
"The painting's subject is excellent, and the overall artistry is quite skillful, but there is a slight imperfection."
Song Yun humbly said, "Of course, these are just my personal opinions; better not to mention them."
"No, don't hold back. Today, everyone who has seen this painting has nothing but praise for it; you are the first to point out its flaws. Tell me, what's not perfect about it?"
The old man crossed his arms, with the stance of someone who wouldn't let you leave until you'd given a clear explanation!
"Alright, I must state again that this is merely my personal view."
Song Yun slowly stepped forward, pointed at the artwork, and said, "This piece is a traditional ink wash painting. Whether it's the subject or the skill and mounting, it can be called a master's work. However, precisely because of this, the artist tried to express too many ideas; the paper is only so big, and it's packed full, which makes it somewhat dazzling to the eyes."
"At a glance, it's entirely unclear what the focus is! Furthermore, the painting's title is 'Spring River and Flowers in the Moonlit Night,' but the base color chosen is the original color of the paper. Even if the artistic conception is there, it still looks slightly discordant at first glance."
"You make some good points. I felt something was off about this painting just now!" Stay tuned to Freewebnovel
"This young man has a strong foundation in art; the two points he mentioned hit the nail on the head!"
"I wonder who the author of this painting is. Sigh, if only they could hear what this young man has said; it would be worthwhile!"
Many of the onlookers were artists with solid foundations. They had initially felt that the painting was brilliant and that the techniques were definitely those of a master.
But Song Yun's commentary had lifted the fog before their eyes, giving them a deeper understanding of the painting.
"Elder, these are just my feelings. If there are any errors, please bear with me."
Song Yun said politely.
"Hmm, to be so young and already showing signs of mastery, who is your teacher?"
The old man said with a smile.
"I don't have a teacher; I'm self-taught."
Song Yun's response brightened the old man's eyes.
Self-taught???
Such a promising talent! If not now, then when shall I make a move?
If others discover him, I'm afraid I'll have to compete!
"Heh, interesting. I'm the president of the Xiangnan Art Association, my name is Bai Jingtian, and seeing your interest in ink wash paintings, would you like to become my apprentice?"
Stroking his beard, Bai Jingtian said with a smile.
"The president of the Xiangnan Art Association?"
Song Yun blinked his eyes and said to the old man in front of him, "I'm sorry, but I'm not very interested in that."
"Holy shit! So you're Bai Jingtian! Dude, this is a national painting master! Some of his works are even treasured by the National Art Museum!"
"Yes, yes! Young man, listen to your uncle's advice, being noticed by the master is your good fortune. If you become Bai Master's disciple, your future will definitely soar to great heights!"
Bai Jingtian accepted the flattery of the people around him and smiled benevolently, "I don't know how skilled you are yet, but just on the basis of your understanding of paintings, you have already surpassed many people. In my opinion, technique can be learned, but one's realm is a person's limit!"
"I still have to apologize, I have no intention of entering the art world."
After speaking, Song Yun quickly walked away with Ye Qingqing.
This old gentleman really had some skills, better not provoke him and get forced into becoming his disciple.
"Hahaha, I didn't realize just how amazing you are, hubby!"
Ye Qingqing said with a giggle, "That Bai Jingtian really is impressive though, it's said that he was recognized as a national-level painter by the age of forty, and any one of his paintings sells for millions."
"That has nothing to do with me, my job is to protect you guys, and that's enough."
The art exhibition this time featured premium works on the first floor and some eliminated but still remarkable pieces on the second floor.
Having caused such a commotion on the first floor, Song Yun could only browse the second floor with Ye Qingqing.
If he didn't see Mr. Liu Changqing soon, Song Yun planned to head back.
After all, his time was very precious.
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Upon reaching the second floor, Song Yun was surprised to find an extraordinary number of oil ink paintings. If the ratio of ink wash to oil ink was 8:2 on the first floor, the second floor was a paradise for oil ink paintings, with only a few ink wash paintings visible through the gaps.
"Song Yun!"
Liu Changqing greeted the person beside him and quickly walked towards Song Yun.
"You're finally here. I'll introduce you to a few seniors."
Liu Changqing, his eyes filled with fervor, grabbed Song Yun's arm.
After all, Song Yun's calligraphy foundation had already become known in the circle, and everyone wanted to meet this promising young talent.
"Elder, I'm just here to relax with my wife today, so I won't get involved in the art circle matters."
Song Yun said helplessly.
"Ah? I'm sorry, I sometimes get so focused on things that I unintentionally ignore the people or things around me."
Liu Changqing said apologetically, "Hello, my name is Liu Changqing, and today I'm very pleased to meet the wife of young friend Song."
"Master Liu, hello, I am Song Yun's wife, Ye Qingqing."
In the presence of outsiders, Ye Qingqing exuded an elegant and regal demeanor that made it immediately apparent she came from a family of great wealth and prestige.
"Qingqing, I'm taking the liberty of asking to borrow your husband for a bit. Is that okay? After I'm done, I'll personally bring him back to you."
"Hehe, sure, that's fine. I can take my time browsing the exhibition."
Ye Qingqing said understandingly.
She and Song Yun could stick together anytime, but if Liu Changqing wanted to take Song Yun to meet some esteemed figures, that was a different matter.
She had heard of Liu Changqing, a master calligrapher with a family lineage of tradition!
The circle of literati has always been one of the hardest to penetrate. If Song Yun could enter it, it would be beneficial for expanding his network!