Top-notch Master Masquerading As Cannon Fodder Female Companion

"You said that there is still a gap between the restored color of the photo and the original painting. Then let's take the photo and go back to study it, is it still useful?"

The companion paused, thought for a while, and then said: "Even if the colors are different, we can still study the details of the paintings inside."

"Right."

"What are you looking at?" Wei Zhiqian saw Tan Mo looking around, as if looking for someone.

"I'm looking to see if there are any older people who look like cultural people and artists, maybe people from the Painting and Calligraphy Association, who came here to make trouble." Tan Mo said in a low voice.

While talking, he continued to watch.

Wei Zhiqian has not used his ability so far.

When Tan Mo mentioned it, he moved his ears and said, "Let me listen carefully. If it is someone from the Painting and Calligraphy Association who came to make trouble, there will definitely be relevant discussions."

"That's right, I almost forgot about your ability." Tan Mo was relieved now.

However, since there is nothing else to do for the time being, Tan Mo still observes the crowd looking at the paintings in the exhibition area.

It really locked a few suspicious targets.

There are five people who are always together and never separated.

Three men and two women.

A man wearing a peaked cap is looking at a picture with his hands behind his back.

A man in a black coat is pointing at a painting and saying something.

There is also a man wearing a down jacket, with his hands behind his back, looking up at the painting.

The other two women, one with their hair tied up and the other with a low ponytail, were chatting about something.

These five people looked about the same age, all around forty years old.

The expressions are very serious.

Tan Mo was watching, when Wei Zhiqian's voice came from next to his ear, "Did you see those five people over there? Three men and two women, all around forty years old. From what they were talking about, it sounded like they belonged to the Painting and Calligraphy Association. People. While they were discussing, they made a point of criticizing Jinyi's painting."

"Coincidentally, they were the ones I suspected just now." Tan Mo said.

"Huh?" Wei Zhiqian lowered his head, his eyes crooked with a smile.

He put his arms around Tan Mo's waist and said with a smile: "We two have such a tacit understanding,

Even skeptics have the same goal. "

"However, I did it because I could hear their conversation. How did you find out?" Wei Zhiqian asked curiously.

"Look at their expressions." Tan Mo said, "When I watch other people look at paintings, I also have discussions and careful observations. But careful observations are obviously different from the expressions that want to criticize. These people , observed with a critical demeanor. Even if he is not a member of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, at least he did not come with good intentions."

Wei Zhiqian nodded, "Let's see what they plan to do first. It's easy to talk about having a goal, just keep an eye on them."

"En." Tan Mo and Wei Zhiqian paid attention to the five people.

At this time, a teacher came with a group of students.

"Come on, let's take a look at the painting in the middle." The teacher who walked in the front said with a headset.

Her students also wear headsets in their ears.

As long as a group of them didn't travel too far and stayed together all the time, they could communicate through the headset.

In this way, it is possible to prevent the teacher from speaking loudly in order to allow the students to hear, or making loud noises with microphones and megaphones, and disturbing others.

The teacher uses a headset and speaks softly, and the students can hear him.

If students have problems, they can also give timely feedback to the teacher through the headset.

"Before, everyone should have studied this painting through the opening song of "Broken Continent" and the original painting photos published on Weibo. We also devoted a class time to talk about this painting." Teacher Said, "Now, we can finally see the original painting."

"I'm not going to express my own opinion. Let's observe the original painting for myself. What are your own insights?" the teacher said.

"I found that the color of the distant mountains is lighter than that in the photo. The color of the nearby mountain foot was originally thought to be a cyan color close to black through the photo, but now I see the original painting, and I feel very different. This cyan color, although the same It is close to black, but not as heavy as navy blue, but not as green as dark blue, it seems to be a color between navy blue, dark blue and indigo, and it is very subtle." A student said.

"Not bad." The teacher nodded appreciatively, "The observation is very detailed."

"From this original painting, I can feel the wind." Another student said, "Master Tan seems to have drawn the wind. But how did he draw it? Is it the color of the wind?"

"Master Tan is amazing. It's much more shocking than the original picture on Weibo. I really want to take a closer look with a magnifying glass." A boy sighed disappointedly, "But it can't be realized."

The teacher smiled, and just as he was about to speak, a stern voice cut in.

"Just talking about the best, is it worthy of being called a master?" The middle-aged man wearing a peaked cap snorted coldly when he heard what they said.

"As long as the painting is good and the level is up, you can be called a master." Some students retorted, "Talking about the level of a master, why can't you be called a master?"

"Do you know that he has reached the level?" The man snorted, "You are just a student, and you have just learned a little bit, so you can judge his level?"

The man sneered and said, "I can actually tell and draw the color of the wind."

"When I heard this sentence, I knew how layman the person who said it was, and didn't understand anything!" The middle-aged man said mercilessly.

These children are all thirteen or fourteen years old, and some are even younger.

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, the girl who said these words earlier blushed, and looked like she was about to cry out of embarrassment.

The teacher hurriedly stood in front of the students and said, "You are right. These students are still young, and they have only just started learning painting for a short time. They have only studied painting seriously for two or three years. They are not as good as those who have been immersed in painting for more than ten years. Even decades of painters. However, although they lack experience, they still have aesthetics. They can tell whether the painting is good or not, and they try their best to observe the details."

"You may have more than ten years or even decades of experience in painting, or you are a connoisseur of everyone, but there is no need to belittle children who have only learned painting for a few years." The teacher said coldly, "Who doesn't come from this stage? Compared with these children, do you seem capable?"

The middle-aged man's face was very ugly when he was scolded by the teacher.

With a cold face, he forcibly argued, "What are you indiscriminately attacking me for? What have I belittled? Have I belittled them?"

"I'm just saying, since they have just started to learn and don't have enough appreciation skills, they don't need to call them masters!" said the middle-aged man.