Chapter 3542: A painting drawn with sincerity and soul

Lord Pooh pointed to Song Song's work.
He thinks that at least students who are close to graduation can draw such an artistic picture!
The dark and light ink colors smudge the loneliness of dusk on the white rice paper, a set of bottomless alleys, and mottled gray brick walls.
The whole picture is gray, like a depressed and heavy life, which makes people breathless at first glance.
However, at the end of the alley, a wisp of blue smoke floated.
Under the gray parasol at the door, the figure was mottled, and a touch of chili red appeared in a blue and white porcelain bowl!
The whole picture was lit by that little red pepper.
The heavy life seems to show some vitality because of that little chili red!
Life in despair!
People can struggle to live at a glance, wait for the rain to clear, and wait for the next sunrise!
Song Song painted the nameless small noodle restaurant in the deep alley where she and Gong Qing often went.
"Yes, this is my painting, don't you believe me, I can paint it for you on the spot!" Song Song said neither overbearing nor overbearing.
Lord Pooh nodded, looked at the petite girl with interest, and asked: "Other people's landscape paintings are all green and red, magnificent and magnificent. You paint... don't you think it's too petite?"
The Lord’s London accent is very heavy, and Song Song’s English is so-so. To make matters worse, Song Song could not express what she wanted to say in English, because she would not be able to say more complicated sentences.
Gong Qing obtained the Lord's consent to help her translate.
The elegant London accent with round words and sentences flowed from Gong Qing's mouth. Song Song couldn't help but admire him secretly. In the past, he only knew that his brother was good at homework and kung fu. It turned out that his brother's foreign language was so good.
Who would have thought that the overlord of the army was actually both civil and military?
Song Song lost her mind for a moment, until Gong Qing coughed, she suddenly returned to her senses, smiling at the lord and replied: "I can paint magnificent paintings, but I don't like it. Because my life hasn't been a magnificent experience. Even if it is drawn, it is a magnificent body that is big and unwarranted and empty of emotions. But this small alley is the deepest mark in my life. Whenever I think of it, I feel warm and heart-moving. Even with the paper, I can smell it. When I get to that bowl of noodles, I can hear the voice of my relatives calling me. Lord, I don’t know if I understand painting in this way. As a painter, the most important thing for her is not how much she paints to others. A perfect picture does not use dazzling techniques to copy the beautiful scenery, but to paint a picture that contains deep emotions. The picture may not be beautiful or atmospheric, but it is her sincerity, her soul. "
After Song Song finished speaking, he looked at Gong Qing.
She was surprised to find that Gong Qing was staring at her deeply, her eyes full of complicated brilliance.
Brother... Does this agree with her or disagree?
What would the Lord think?
For a while, Song Song really couldn't tell the taste of the two men in front of him.
But, no matter what they think, she must tell the truth.
This is her understanding of art and her artistic pursuit.
Draw with sincerity and conceive with soul, not with vanity and competitive spirit.
Maybe she missed the final this time, maybe she was out, maybe she was scored low, it didn't matter. Because this painting is already the best painting in her mind, she knows it herself.
It doesn't matter if she is arrogant, or she is cherished by her broomstick, she is so stubborn that she wants to break out her own artistic path in her own way.