(BL)Slag Gong walks the career line in the crematorium (MTL)

Chapter 42

Chapter 42

    Qi Yuyu subconsciously glanced at Lin Hanchuan beside him, a little sweetness oozing from the bottom of his heart, he said, "I was influenced by someone.

    " Stop again.

    Those who admired the paintings did not realize that something was wrong with them. They were immersed in Qi Yuyu's paintings, unable to return to their senses, and their eyes glowed with surprise.

    "I painted this style that combines Eastern and Western characteristics, and my teacher scolded me. Now he is not really fragrant."

    "Is this a big guy trying a new style? Except for those big guys, I have never seen infection. Such a powerful work."

    "It's not like a big boss, this style is too unique"

    "So...is there another genius in our circle?" The

    crowd was quiet for a while, and then a more intense discussion broke out. , Everyone tried their best to keep their voices low, but with so many people gathering together to speak at the same time, it was inevitable that the volume would be raised.

    "The new generation of painters is a genius again. I don't know how those cutting-edge painters compare."

    "With such a strong personal style, only Silent Yi can compare with him."

    "I think Silent Yi can be compared with him. I can’t compare to this painter, Yi Silent’s paintings have no connotation, they are empty.”

    Everyone’s discussion rushed into Qi Fenghua’s ears, his expression became more and more ugly, and he even wanted to yell at these people. Yi Silent grew up in elementary school. Painting, more than 20 years of hard work and hard work, how could it not be as good as a half-way monk!

    Qi Yuyu also heard these compliments, and he was a little surprised. He didn't expect his work to get such a high evaluation, and was touched.

    Lin Hanchuan curled the corners of his lips, and he was also honored, as if he had picked up a dusty gem, wiped it a little, and the hidden light was revealed again.

    Everyone complimented Qi Fenghua with a knife in his chest. He gritted his teeth, his eyes were resentful and angry, and finally he couldn't restrain himself and asked loudly, "This painting of yours is the award-winning work of He Yi Silent three years ago. Why is it so similar?"

    Someone recognized Qi Fenghua's identity and followed his gaze to see Qi Yuyu.

    The people in the exhibition hall focused their attention on the two of them, with different expressions.

    "What did you say?" Lin Hanchuan walked to Qi Yuyu's side and asked with a frown. Frost condensed between his eyebrows, and Qi Fenghua's dissatisfaction reached its peak.

    At this moment, in the exhibition of the Spring Breeze Art Exhibition, the surroundings were crowded with people, and in the eyes of everyone, Qi Fenghua suddenly said this sentence, which attracted all the attention.

    Qi Fenghua had no evidence, he just asked casually, but he asked this question in front of all the people in the industry, that is, the seeds of doubt were planted in people's hearts, and it also cast a shadow over Qi Yuyu's reputation.

    Even if the truth is finally clarified, the rumors and rumors are terrifying, there will always be someone who will seize the cause, selectively ignore the clarification, and attack Qi Yuyu with the name of 'plagiarism'.