Chapter 733 The Princess Slaps Face Forcefully
Even though most of the painters present didn’t know much about Chinese painting, it didn’t stop them from seeing that Xia Wanyuan was extremely skilled at painting.
The Western painting method had always been particular about the folding of colors, while Chinese painting had always been black and white in the eyes of the Westerners.
Xia Wanyuan’s painting had clearly overturned their opinions. The layers of maple leaves that were soaked in the forest displayed a rich color under the morning sun. The green mountains and red leaves were not gaudy at all.
[ 6666, Xia Wanyuan is amazing!! ] When the domestic netizens saw Xia Wanyuan’s painting, they immediately felt relieved and crazily scrolled through the screen.
[ Everyone has their own strengths. Why are you so smug? ] [ Let me tell you, it’s not difficult for Chinese to learn oil painting, but for Westerners to learn the essence of Chinese painting, that’s very difficult. Five thousand years of foundation is not something you can learn as you wish. ]
In the hall, seeing Xia Wanyuan’s painting, the originally smug Grey’s expression suddenly darkened.
It was not that she did not know anything about painting. It was true that she could not draw Xia Wanyuan’s painting. Not only was it so large in painting, but even Xia Wanyuan, whose layers of maple color had changed, she would have to take a long time to mix it.
]”No wonder you’re so arrogant. So you do have some skills.” Grey smiled. “However, you only specialize in Chinese paintings. You can’t use your painting methods for international paintings. I wonder how Miss Xia’s oil painting standards are?”
Although Grey felt that it was a little ugly to end in a draw, at least she specialized in oil paintings. It was not embarrassing if she could not draw Chinese paintings.
“It’s time for the next match.” Xia Wanyuan ignored Grey’s provocation and turned to look at the host.
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“Okay, let’s proceed to the next competition. Please copy one according to the other party’s painting.” As the host spoke, he guided the staff to place the painting in front of the two of them.
Grey picked up the brush and moved the camera over. Her expression was still very calm, but she was very flustered in her heart. This ink painting could be drawn so easily?? Hiss, Grey cursed in her heart. The ink blots looked quite simple. Why is it so difficult to draw when I have it?
As for Xia Wanyuan, although her actions were much slower than before, they were also very fast. Her expression was serious and focused. Everyone present suspected that Xia Wanyuan was really confident.
On China’s Weibo, there were already netizens who had posted the video of Xia Wanyuan and the famous anti-Chinese painter competition online.
The topic “Xia Wanyuan’s competition” quickly became trending. Countless netizens who did not know how to climb the wall also learned of this.
[ Xia Wanyuan is amazing! ]
[ Boohoo, boohoo, boohoo, what kind of idol did I like!! My idol is winning glory for the country, and I’m shaking my leg at home as her fan. ] [ Although I don’t have any feelings for Xia Wanyuan, I only want to say one thing to Xia Wanyuan. Well done. Use your strength to slap her face. )
Half the time had passed in the art hall, but Grey had been on the right of the painting and had not moved. The expression on her face became more and more anxious as time passed.
“It’s done,” Xia Wanyuan suddenly said. The host was shocked. It was done? How long has it been?
He hurriedly brought the camera to check on Xia Wanyuan. When he saw it, he could not help but exclaim, “Wow!!”
The camera zoomed in on Xia Wanyuan’s painting. The enthusiastic sunflower stretched its petals under the sunlight. Be it the composition or the color, they looked no different from Grey’s painting.
The comments had already been flooded with crazy “666”. The domestic fans felt that Xia Wanyuan was too hardworking. The depression they had felt after being scolded for so long had disappeared.
Seeing the stunned reactions of the other painters, Grey knew that Xia Wanyuan had probably copied it successfully. She looked at the dark ball of paper in front of her and was annoyed. She threw away the brush.
“I’m not painting anymore.”
The host hurriedly came over. In the camera, Grey’s painting could not even be called a painting. The ink blots everywhere formed a sharp contrast with Xia Wanyuan’s magnificent “Maple Forest’s Scene”.
“I do know very little about Chinese arts, but Xia Wanyuan might not win.”