Chapter 118: Whose work is this?

Chapter 118: Whose work is this?

  Chapter 118 Whose work is this?

   "No matter how amazing a work is, if it's not your own, it's stealing! It's cheating! Tell me, whose work is this?!"

   "No, this is my work!" Ye Xinyao said urgently.

  Just now, everyone looked at the painting and her with admiring eyes! This kind of appreciation, this kind of praise is hers, it belongs to her!

   This is obviously her work!

  How could this not be her work!

  The artist glanced at her mockingly, and then said: "The woman in this painting is not planting melons, but stealing melons. Can't you see that?"

  Ye Xinyao had a meal.

What? Steal melon? !

"She and the child looked sallow and emaciated, obviously hungry for a long time. Her eyes were dodging, her actions were sneaky, and she was obviously wary of someone. She picked a melon that didn't look big because there were no melons in the melon field. I have grown up. Now I pick melons because I am hungry and want to fill myself and my children.” The artist looked at her contemptuously, “Can’t you see that?”

   "There should be a child in her stomach." Song Yan continued. Others couldn't tell, but Song Yan, who had wanted to be a mother for ten years, could tell at a glance.

  A woman doesn't just want to protect a child, what she wants to protect is the back and belly. For this, the woman who is struggling to survive even steals.

  What caused her to conceive a child, and what caused her to be in such a state?

  That's why Song Yan wanted to know the story behind this painting.

  However, unexpectedly, Ye Xinyao was so clueless.

  The artist was taken aback for a moment, looked at the painting, thoughtful. "Her left hand is protecting her belly, and her face is a bit haggard. So that's why. Mrs. Liang has eyes."

  The topic is back again. The artist looked at Ye Xinyao and asked, "Why can't you understand your own paintings?"

  Ye Xinyao froze, she clenched her fist slightly, and said, "What I'm talking about is my painting. A poor woman took her child down to the ground. Isn't it?"

   "You can only tell a part of this appearance?" the artist pressed.

  Ye Xinyao: "This is what I drew. This is the story I want to express!"

  The artist was in a hurry.

   The more original the industry, the more disgusted plagiarism. The masters of the Art Association looked at Ye Xinyao with disdain.

  Song Yan calmly said to the artist: "Xiao Chen, don't worry. The fake can't be true, the real can't be fake."

  The artist sat down on his seat.

  Song Yandao: "Classmate Ye, you said that this painting was drawn by yourself, why don't you try to draw it on the spot?"

  Ye Xinyao's eyes widened.

  A few days ago, Tan Zhe said that he would teach her all his painting techniques. After half an hour of learning, she felt too tired and refused to learn.

  Anyway, there are ready-made paintings, why should she bother to learn that?

   Unexpectedly, they actually asked her to paint on the spot?

   "I... can't..." Ye Xinyao pursed her lips and said.

  The artist suddenly stood up. "Sure enough, you..."

"My right hand is injured!" Ye Xinyao rolled up her sleeves and raised her right hand high, "I sprained it while doing housework at home this morning. Because I was going to participate in a competition, I didn't have time to go to the hospital. So I can't draw now .”

  Li Yiliu is not a good mother. When Ye Guangda is not at home, he likes to leave the heavy work at home to her.

  Ye Xinyao had no choice but to do it. When cleaning up in the kitchen in the morning, I accidentally twisted my hand.

   At first, I thought this incident was very unlucky, but I didn't expect to save her at such a critical time.

  So many people are looking at her, so many cameras are on her, if she is exposed to plagiarism now, her life may be completely ruined!

  Song Yan didn't expect such an appearance, she frowned slightly.

  Another artist under the stage said thoughtfully, "This painting looks familiar to me."

  Many people looked at him.

  The artist thought for a long time, and then said: "Oh, yes, I remembered, I have indeed seen it."

  Ye Xinyao didn't feel well. She was sweating slightly and trembling slightly.

   Don't say don't say don't say!

The artist said: "I saw this painting in the studio of the Art Association. At that time, the scenery was published, and the expressions of the characters had not yet appeared. I felt very amazing, so I took a second look. Yes, that's right, I have seen it. "

   As he spoke, the artist seemed to wake up suddenly. "I remembered, it's Tan Zhe, Tan Zhe's painting!"

   "Tan Zhe?"

  Many people re-examined this work, even Gu Gu also looked at it seriously.

   "This style, this style is indeed Tan Zhe's style."

  Ye Xinyao shook her head. "No no no. It's really my drawing."

  The artist asked: "Then how do you explain that this painting style is so similar to Tan Zhe's painting style?"

  Ye Xinyao said nervously: "That's because...that's because..."

   "Because of what?!"

  Ye Xinyao said loudly: "That's because Tan Zhe is my oil painting teacher. I learned from him!"

   "I started to learn painting from Teacher Tan during the winter vacation. My painting style resembles Teacher Tan because I imitated his style." Ye Xinyao followed along.

  No one in the audience believed her. But she got it over with, and now there is no more solid evidence to prove that Ye Xinyao's painting is plagiarism.

   There is no other way, the questioning will be stopped for the time being, and the host will start hosting the oil painting charity sale.

  Nanhuang played with her mobile phone in the corner.

  With her slender fingers, she quickly entered the code on the phone, and not long after, a faint smile appeared on her face. "Done!"

   "900,000! Anyone else want to add? This pair of "Mother in the Melon Field" is really excellent, and it was sold at a high price of 900,000!"

  Actually, if Ye Xinyao hadn’t stolen it just now, these people in the front row would have made the move, and the price would have been even more extraordinary.

  It's a pity, because of Ye Xinyao, these people lost the desire to compete.

  But the painting itself is indeed a good painting.

   "She was still allowed to continue participating in the competition." Song Yan was displeased, "It's obvious that she didn't draw it."

  Song Chu said with a smile: "Sister, the fake can't be true, the real can't be fake. The truth will surface sooner or later."

   It's just that Song Chu didn't expect that the truth would emerge so quickly!

   "1.2 million! Is there anything more to add to 1.2 million?! 1.2 million once, 1.2 million twice, 1.2 million three times, it's..."

"etc!"

  The sound came from nowhere.

  The host hesitated for a moment, and when everyone looked around to find the person who spoke, suddenly, the big screen lit up.

   On the big screen, it happened to be the surveillance video in the studio of the Art Association.

  In this surveillance video, Tan Zhe, a member of the Art Association, is painting in the studio.

   Obviously, what he painted was exactly the "Mother in the Melon Field" presented on the stage!

  (end of this chapter)