"You're a little greedy..."

Faced with the unsatisfied request of this poor and sour painter, Lin En pondered and seemed to be thinking about it. Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the charming and charming woman, and seeing that she had no disgust, it was the uneasy expression of this humble painter who continued to speak. .

"However, only artists who understand stubbornness can create excellent works. Those who follow the trend fail to infuse their own understanding of art into their works, even if it is not understood by others."

As soon as Lynn's map cannon was fired, most of the people nearby who called themselves artists turned pale and red for a while. It can be said that these words directly poked at their hard-to-face weakness. After all, art doesn't have a strict and fixed standard. Unlike mathematics, you don't really don't.

Noticing the change in his gaze, the little gentleman smiled indifferently.

It feels so good to be a keyboard warrior.

If I don't go, I'll be BB. Besides, it's not so easy to fool your own aesthetics, don't try to tear a wallpaper at home and dare to fool the ghosts and say it's a work of art.

"If your painting skills are really superb and won't humiliate the honor of the lady, then after my portrait is completed, I will invite the lady to draw a pair. If there is no problem, let's start."

If you're fooling the devil, weigh it for yourself.

Although Lin En was smiling gently and harmlessly, the seriousness revealed in those blue eyes and the seriousness of the superiors made the poor painter named Worden feel a chill. Worden grabbed the paintbrush, gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously. The opportunity in front of him might be the only good fortune in his life. Take 120% of the energy to complete the first portrait.

He believed that he would definitely be able to draw the most perfect painting in this salon, and he would be astonishing and famous in Albion!

'I have the best models, the best...'

There are more and more people watching, a down-and-out painter, a teenage model as beautiful as a elf, a painting that decides fate. It seems reasonable and expected that this kind of thing happens at the salon. Since the advent of the Salon, this scene has become a traditional program among the artist community.

Most famously, a pair of embarrassing musicians.

One is a court musician, who has refined countless movements and is unparalleled in the musical instrument. The other is a self-taught young genius who never sticks to music, and can compose music wherever he sees it.

The two met and collided at a certain music salon. Compared with the court musician's seriousness and etiquette, the young genius was uninhibited and indulged in sensuality. It was an insult to music, at least the court musician thought so. The first meeting was so unpleasant, and as a result, both of them understood each other's pursuit of music in the constant collision.

At the moment when they reached a reconciliation, the overly indulgent young genius only regretted leaving an unfinished piece of music, so he went to serve the righteous **** early, and the court musician also resigned after completing the symphony. The post, lamenting that no one in this world can understand his movements anymore.

Very suitable for the occasion, at this moment several Salon musicians are playing the last work of the musicians who have completely different personalities, it can be said that they are not pleasing to each other, but they resonate perfectly in art, [Unfinished Requiem] ].

A gentle and low violin sounded.

It seems that a young girl who has not much time is sitting in front of the window and looking at the sunlight in the distance. In the smooth and pleasant sound of the piano, the sound of the clear spring jade beads fits in, adding a little bit to this depressed and low hesitation atmosphere out of thin air. Tension, as if urging.

When Worden was about to pick up the pen, he even forgot to open his paint box when he was nervous and made an oolong. Lynn stood on the far side at will, and everyone moved aside and brought a high table for him, just as a beam of light slanted behind the little gentleman. In the natural composition, the Countess is standing on the side in the dark, maintaining communication with Lynn.

The plain white drawing paper on the drawing board finally began to outline and draw, and the color was applied.

"This person saves so much paint for practice. It seems unlikely that he will be able to paint a satisfactory painting." .

Her darling, mercy seems unlikely to have a good outcome.

Emista remembered that there were many rivers near North Wind Town, which were suitable for arrogant people to wake up.

"Maybe, but he is looking at the moon. I want to give this opportunity to me, and I can give it." Lynn suddenly thought of a story that he didn't understand when he was a teenager.

"moon?"

There is a cultural generation gap, the charming lady asked inexplicably.

"That's right, the moon and sixpence, who are born for art, should he look up at the moon in the sky, or look down at the sixpence under his feet? An artist, until he dedicates everything to art~www.mtlnovel. com~ and even life, but in the end, he chose to burn all the works of art of his life to the ground, leaving no wood behind. I am willing to honor such sixpence artists who have been looking at the moon but ignored them.”

Lynn's voice was not too loud or too small, but it was very clear in this involuntary quiet environment.

This is the place where the artists gather. When they heard the story described in Lynn's simple words, they all felt a sense of relief.

This piece of art has an obvious feature in terms of fame and income.

That is, the drought will die of drought, and the flood will die of waterlogging.

Famous people have infinite beauty and are highly sought after, and they are arrogant when they enter and exit various luxurious and luxurious places, and they can talk about the moon in the sky at will. As for those who are not famous, there are paintings on the cold streets and no one cares. They can only silently count the sixpence that was thrown over at their feet.

The story of Lynn can be said to speak directly to their hearts. Artists who originally had a low opinion of this beautiful young man, looked at him with a softer and closer look.

If they were to be the judges between Mr. Little and the vampires, there would be no need to say who would win.

"Really? There are some famous painters in history who looked up at the moon and became famous many years after they passed away." The countess said this with a little bit of malice, but what she said was the truth.

The truth is that there are more people who look up at the moon, and no one cares when they die.

"Death alone may have a greater contribution than his life. But if he can live, like a light bulb, long-term light and heat will make a great contribution."

In order to survive, Lynn would look down at the sixpence beneath her feet.

But lowering your head is to better look up at the moon, instead of burying your head for the rest of your life.