"This painting is too big, even if we imitate it now, it's too late!"

"It won't work to stick it, the tea language is damaged too thoroughly."

"What can I do? Many international friends came for this painting, and Teacher Xu Fang is too bad, so why are you willing to use this painting to harm people!"

"..."

Fu Chun also sighed: "I knew she was going to harm people, so I didn't care about it on purpose, but when I found out that she was using this painting to harm people, it was too late to stop it. Now it has been a big mistake, and I have urgently contacted several people. , But they can’t guarantee that they will send the rest of the imitations to the front of the opening tomorrow.”

Ye Li also frowned.

When Fu Chun said that Xu Fang was going to harm her and asked her to cooperate, she never expected that Xu Fang would be so cruel and even use this painting as a demon.

What should we do now?

Xu Fang struggled to get up from the ground. She looked crazy and suddenly shouted: "Hahaha, Ye Li, I lost, I lost! But what if I lose? You are going to finish playing with me !"

She yelled and cried again, "Why? Why are you always number one? Obviously I am the one who works hardest. You are a lover who only knows to fall in love. What painting do you know? "

"There is still a hidden layman, why do you want to favor her? I made a mistake, I quit my job, I lost money, I closed the pen! But what about you? The painting exhibited such a big problem, don't you be responsible? Hahahaha... Ye Li, in the final analysis, you are the one who killed the reclusive layman! You all will accompany me to get rid of the reputation!"

Fu Chun's face sank, "I'm really dying. I don't admit my mistake, so I will drive her out!"

A security guard rushed in, in front of everyone, directly clamped Xu Fang's arm, dragged her out, and threw her out of the exhibition. She was dishonored and deserved it!

In the room, Chayu saw this situation, his legs softened and he squatted down, he suddenly shouted, "Xu Fang forced me all this, she forced me! My paintings are not famous, I do it every day. I was serious about painting, but I didn’t make a cent. I was ridiculed by my family and forced to give up. She was forcing me to sell the paintings for me. Every time I sold one, I would give her 90%. The share of... ooh, I can’t help it. My family is poor, I want to make money..."

He said, holding his head and crying, "I know that my behavior has tainted art, but it's too tired, you don't understand, the process of chasing dreams is too tired."

When he was crying, many painters couldn't help but wet their eyes.

There are so many painters, but how many are really well-known? What do the other people live on? The process of chasing dreams is painful. They are also humans and they have families. How many wives think that their husbands are not doing business, have no income and their wives are scattered, and how many husbands think that their wives are too persistent and fall out?

No one knows the pain.

But it is precisely because of the pursuit of these people that so many famous paintings remain.

You can't say that he was wrong, it's just that his way has lost the character of a literati.

The atmosphere in the room was dull, and some people sighed: "So, what is the point of our persistence?"

Ye Li said, "It is a dream and inheritance."

Everyone was taken aback.

Ye Li's voice is very soft, and her speech is not swift and slow, and she whispers: "Chinese painting has been less and less noticed. If we don't even insist on it, will it disappear one day in the future? In the long history?"

Everyone stood up straight. At this moment, a sense of mission came into being.

Ye Li spoke again: "We can't be polished by life, but we can't give up life for the sake of our dreams. You are right. I think our Art Association should accept some projects and give everyone some jobs and salaries. We live in seclusion. Shi, that game definitely requires a lot of frames of painting, why not let everyone participate?"

Fu Chun nodded: "I think it can."

The members of the Fine Arts Association suddenly seemed to be beaten up. After they got up, they became a little worried: "What about this painting?"

When these words fell, Xue Xi slowly spoke, "I'll try it out by calling."

After she said this, she picked up her mobile phone and dialed Xiang Huai's phone number. She was quickly answered. Xiang Huai's low voice came from the other side: "It's rare, kid, you take the initiative to call me. Miss me. ?"

"..." Xue Xi was silent, "I want to ask you something."

"Say." Every word of Xiang Huai seemed to be on the tip of her heart deliberately, "Oh, it's rare to use it when I am."

"..." How could this person express the feeling of love in a word?

Xue Xi twitched the corner of her mouth and opened her mouth: "Do you have any imitations of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers"?"

"..." The other side was silent for a while.

Xue Xi thought for a while, the imitation of this painting is of great value, and it is normal for Xiang Huai to not have it.

She was about to speak, and Xiang Huai opened her mouth: "Forget it."

Xue Xi's eyes lit up: "Can I lend it to the exhibition for a day?"

"Okay, but it won't be until tomorrow."

"……it is good."

Xue Xi hung up the phone and said to everyone in the room: "It's done. Someone will send the pictures over tomorrow morning. It won't affect the exhibition. Don't worry."

Crowd: "..."

Why are you so unbelieving?

But now, there is no other way!

The next day, everyone arrived at the exhibition early, each of them craned their necks and became a masterpiece, staring at the entrance of the exhibition.

The exhibition opens at 8 o'clock, and it is now half past seven.

The painting must be delivered at 7:50 so that they can hang it up.

Everyone was worried, only Xue Xi looked indifferent, with misty eyes looking at the entrance.

At this time, Xu Fang walked in. She looked embarrassed and her eyes were a little red, as if she didn't sleep well last night.

Fu Chun narrowed his eyebrows: "What are you doing here?"

Xu Fang was yin and her face was torn apart, and she looked a little crazy: "I will see how you fell down today! Hahaha, without "A Thousand Miles of Rivers", people who come to the exhibition today will definitely make trouble, I see how you can comfort me !"

Fu Yuanxiu said, "Then you may be disappointed. The Xue family has already found a suitable substitute."

Xu Fang was taken aback, and immediately laughed: "Alternatives? Haha, that painting is difficult to copy, and there are few imitations. If your substitutes are too far from the original, should you be a fool to come to the exhibition? ?"

She looked at Ye Li again: "Also, do you know that the people who bought my paintings yesterday came to the door to refund the money, and even my husband, in order to keep the company, had to divorce me. I am completely It's over...but you ruined me, then don't think about it! I will see today, what kind of shoddy imitations you can find, Ye Li!"