I am Master Yunlu

The two middle-aged men were dissatisfied with each other, so they immediately moved to the study room, laid out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and prepared to compete.

But what to draw?

Yang Zhenyan suggested: "I remember that when we first met my senior, it was in the lotus pond in the school. Why don't we just draw lotus flowers and see who has the best association ability."

Painting without real objects not only tests the painter, but also tests the ability of association.

Shen Jinhua was not happy when he heard this, and said angrily: "Draw a bird, draw, and dare to mention senior sister, I think you are purely showing off that your wife is here today."

At the beginning, the two pursued the senior sister together, but Yang Zhenyan succeeded first. Shen Jinhua ignored him for several days, and finally killed Yang Zhenyan severely in the school cafeteria to relieve his hatred.

That person, scene and thing back then were sweet memories for Yang Zhenyan, but for Shen Jinhua, it was a fucking youth.

He doesn't paint.

Seeing him like this, Yang Zhenyan slapped his thigh suddenly and said, "Then draw a bird!"

"Draw a bird?"

Shen Jinhua searched his memory and found that the memory of the senior sister in his mind had nothing to do with the bird, so he nodded and said, "Yes, just draw the bird."

So the two each occupied a table and began to paint.

Lu Yun found it interesting, and stood aside watching the two of them without making a sound.

After waiting for a while, the two finished their paintings one after another, and couldn't wait to ask Lu Yun to judge them.

Shen Jinhua said: "Miraculous doctor Lu, you just need to use your first impression to tell which of the two of us draws better."

He knew that Lu Yun was not a professional connoisseur of calligraphy and painting, and he couldn't comment on anything, but he should be able to tell who painted well and who painted poorly.

Yang Zhenyan also looked at him expectantly.

Lu Yun smiled and said: "Since the two of you asked me to comment, I will express my humble opinion. If there is something wrong, please don't laugh at me."

Lu Yun first took Yang Zhenyan's painting, looked at it for a while and said:

"Yang Shengshou's paintings are heavy in ink and vigorously written, giving people a very strong sense of power. The bird in the painting, with its head up and its eyes up, has a long and sharp beak. This ring of feathers stands against the wind... Yang Shengshou has great ambitions!"

After Lu Yun finished commenting, both of them were surprised.

But before they could speak, Lu Yun immediately picked up Shen Jinhua's painting again, and continued:

"As for Mr. Shen's painting, although the artistry is not bad, but the brush and ink are strange, top-heavy, and the front and rear painting styles are extremely inconsistent, and it is even getting more and more chaotic...Mr. Shen, did you get distracted while painting?"

"Miraculous Doctor Lu, you..."

Shen Jinhua looked at Lu Yun in disbelief, with a surprised expression on his face.

When he started painting, he actually wanted to paint a high-spirited painting style like Yang Zhenyan, but while painting, he suddenly thought of his deceased wife.

In the past, when Shen Jinhua's wife was alive, she often stayed by his side, silently watching him paint.

It is under the influence of this emotion that his painting style is naturally affected.

The reason why it became more and more chaotic later on was because Shen Jinhua thought of his second wife Xu Huiling, and thought of her using evil things to harm him, so his mood fluctuated more and more.

In fact, it is difficult for laymen to perceive this kind of emotional change, which is reflected on the painting paper. Only those who really know how to see people through the painting can truly discover the clues.

Lu Yun actually saw Shen Jinhua's emotional changes through this painting, and it was so accurate.

This shows that Lu Yun is a master of calligraphy and painting appreciation!

The two of them couldn't be more shocked.

"I didn't expect Miracle Doctor Lu to have such a high level of calligraphy and painting appreciation at such a young age. How embarrassing is this for us!"

Yang Zhenyan felt ashamed, but soon his eyes lit up and he said, "Miraculous doctor Lu, since you are also a person of this way, why don't you draw a picture and let us pay our respects?"

Hearing this, Shen Jinhua also looked expectant.

Lu Yun said with a strange face, "Are you sure you want to watch me paint?"

The two nodded at the same time.

"Well, if that's the case, then I'll make a fool of myself, but I won't draw birds, let's draw something else!"

Lu Yun rolled his eyes, and suddenly became playful. He took the pen, ink and drawing paper aside, and said, "I'm rather shy, so I'll show you after I finish the drawing!"

"It's okay, we understand."

Yang Zhenyan nodded. He knew that some people were not used to people around when they were painting, so he and Shen Jinhua sat on the sofa in the living room and waited quietly.

About ten minutes later, Lu Yun came to the living room with the drawing paper and said, "I've finished drawing."

Draw it so quickly?

The two looked at each other, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes, but after thinking about it, maybe Lu Yun just has a high level of appreciation, but his painting ability is actually average, which is understandable.

After all, he is still so young.

"Since Dr. Lu has such a strong understanding of calligraphy and painting, I believe that as long as he polishes it with time, he will definitely achieve something."

Yang Zhenyan even started to comfort Lu Yun not to be discouraged, but when he unfolded the painting that Lu Yun handed over, he suddenly jumped up from the sofa.

"Lu Lulu... Doctor Lu, did you really draw this painting?"

Yang Zhenyan couldn't speak easily, and Shen Jinhua on the side first showed doubts, and after he leaned over to take a look, he suddenly said in horror: "Yu Yunyun...Master Yunlu?"

Master Yunlu's paintings are so distinctive. With only a few strokes, he can describe the artistic conception that ordinary people can't express.

Although they had never seen this painting before, they were very sure that it was the authentic work of Master Yunlu.

Lu Yun scratched his head shyly and said, "I am Master Yunlu."

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