It is dinner time now, and in September, the wind is still warm in the evening.

People who had dinner at Kowloon Building unknowingly walked into the 18th floor. Some came to watch famous paintings, some came to take a walk after dinner, and some even came to blow the air conditioner. Of course, there must be many people who came to look at beautiful models, which were real paintings.

When Chu Liang and Meng Qianxi walked into the exhibition hall side by side, many classmates were already surrounding Ma Xinmin, which sounded like he was talking endlessly.

"Let's go around first!" Chu Liang habitually grabbed Meng Qianxi's hand.

Meng Qianxi certainly knew what Chu Liang had to do. Although she gave him a blank look, she still followed his footsteps.

The corridors of the hall are all oil paintings, mainly pictures of half-fruit and full-fruit beauties. There are all kinds of beauties from ancient times to the present, both at home and abroad, some in the past and present, some in the face of beautiful women holding vases, some in the face of beautiful women holding vases, some in the face of beautiful women holding vases with their legs, and some in the face of spring. Some in the garden cannot be closed and a pair of mountains are surging up.

"This time you finally got what you wished." Meng Qianxi said to Chu Liang with a slightly red face.

"No matter how beautiful the characters in the painting are, they are not as beautiful as the people in front of me!" Chu Liang said with a passionate voice.

Which woman doesn’t like being praised? Meng Qianxi felt sweet after hearing this, and hurriedly moved to a professional question: “Prince of Red Wine, how good are these paintings?”

"As there are quite a lot of beauties, and their painting skills are good, but..." Chu Liang pondered for a moment, "most of them have fallen into the ruthlessness."

"Go, I'm talking about it as if you are a great international painter." Meng Qianxi rolled her eyes and said disdainfully.

"I'm not very good at painting, but after reading too much, I've seen a lot of tricks." Chu Liang said slowly, "In fact, all art comes from life and is higher than life. Only when love is extreme can you paint extreme..."

"I heard from Mr. Chu that he was also an expert in painting appreciation. How should I comment on this painting?" When Chu Liang was about to show off, he realized that Ma Xinmin and a group of classmates were standing behind him and Meng Qianxi.

"I'm just talking nonsense to make the beauty smile." Chu Liang smiled embarrassedly. Actually, it's not that he doesn't understand, but he just took away Ma Xinmin's limelight many times, so it's better to leave some space for him to show off.

"Why should Mr. Chu be too humble? Besides, even if you say it wrong, I can correct it for you!" Seeing Chu Liang's a little retreating, Ma Xinmin immediately became arrogant.

If Chu Liang does not comment, he is the only one who is singing a solo show, and his style is still relatively low; high-end styles require opponents, and they need to compete for the competition, and stand out in the competition.

The oil painting Ma Xinmin pointed to was actually very common, a half-fruit beauty holding a vase. The vase blocked a mountain, and another mountain appeared and appeared.

"Why don't you tell me first, squad leader Ma Da." Chu Liang said modestly. In fact, although our brother Liang likes to brag and talks about everything, he doesn't like to show off very much. There have been many times before, he was forced to show off.

Being forced, being forced, and then accidentally show off again and again.

"Okay, this oil painting obviously imitates the famous painting of a woman holding a jar with her upper body, but it has another meaning in today's society - women are not vases. Women are not vases that can be thrown whenever they want. Modern women should have economic and personal independence..." Ma Xinmin won warm applause from many classmates around with his expert comments.

After Ma Xinmin finished commenting, of course he would not let Chu Liang go: "Mr. Chu, I wonder if what I said is right?"

"I really want my words?" Chu Liang smiled, "If I'm wrong, don't be upset, Mr. Ma."

"But it's okay to say it." Ma Xinmin said generously.

"Mr. Ma's comment reminds me of the well-known theme in "Dream of Red Mansions" - centered on the daily life of Rongguo Mansion, with the love and marriage tragedy of Baoyu, Daiyu and Baochai and the trivial matters in the Grand View Garden as the main line, and the history of the famous nobles of Jinling Jia, Wang, Xue and Shi from the prosperity to the decline of the four major families, showing the inevitable trend of the feudal society at the end of the road to demise." Chu Liang said slowly.

"Everyone knows this theme, why do you have to say it again?" Ma Xinmin said disdainfully, with a look of disdain.

"But I have been thinking about how Cao Xueqin could foresee the decline of feudal society at that time?" Facing Ma Xinmin's dissatisfied tone, Chu Liang continued with a faint smile, "I personally think that Cao Xueqin at that time should just want to create a large number of beauties that have been passed down through the ages."

Perhaps Chu Liang talked about the beauty, and the crowd around him raised his ears and came closer unknowingly.

"Bright and charming" Xue Baochai, the romantic and graceful Lin Daiyu, Keqing, who is good at charming and beautiful, Xue Baoqin is better than the painting, and Wang Xifeng who can't love even if she is in her heart..." Chu Liang continued, "As for novels, the most eternal thing is definitely the character image. The so-called scenes and environments are all for the characters, and many of the so-called central ideas are added by later generations."

Ma Xinmin is also a smart person. Chu Liang said that he knew three things. He sneered and said aggressively: "Are you saying that I imposed a woman on this painting that is not a vase?"

"You can understand this way. When evaluating paintings, people always have different opinions." Chu Liang said lightly, "I just think the author of this painting where the beautiful woman holds a vase should not have thought so much."

"Then what is the purpose of the author's painting?" Ma Xinmin asked without giving in. In fact, Chu Liang's words were already giving Ma Xinmin a different perspective, but Ma Xinmin didn't want to give up. He always thought that what he commented was correct.

"Sometimes we do things without any purpose. If we insist on having it, the author of this painting should just want to give people a hint, an imagination, and give people a feeling of pleasure or beauty in hints and imagination!" Chu Liang finally expressed his opinion.

This is a view derived from the most emotional perspective.

Just as Ma Xinmin was about to refute, a young man in his thirties with a little messy hair quickly walked towards Chu Liang. He was wearing jeans and his knees had a hole in his knees. Maybe he cut them himself, or maybe he accidentally broke them when he was chasing a beautiful woman.

"This gentleman, I have expressed my truest thoughts!" The cowboy held Chu Liang's hand excitedly, as if he had met an old friend in a foreign land, and his eyes were shining with glasses.

It is obvious that this cowboy is the author of this oil painting of a half-fruit beauty holding a vase.
Chapter completed!