Chapter 9 Zhao An

  Apart from Yao Yao, the other three people painted human figures instead of animals. Among them, one person painted an old man's image, another person painted a young man, and the third person painted a middle-aged beauty, although their painting skills were not enough to express the atmosphere in it.

  However, from their expressions, Yan Feng could also tell that the one who painted the old man was painting his own teacher, the one who painted the young man was painting his own boyfriend, and the person who painted the middle-aged beautiful woman was painting his own mother. Only Yao Yao was different, she painted a dog, but judging from the performance, it was actually Yao Yao's best work.

  Another three people were on the same level as Yao Yao, but they tried to show off a bit and ended up ruining their image. These three people were indeed a bit too arrogant. Among the four of them, Yao Yao started the latest but finished first. After finishing her painting, Yao Yao looked at Yan Feng with satisfaction and said, "How's that? Convinced yet?"

  Yan Feng listened and put away the disdain in his eyes, saying: "What you said is right."

  In today's society, everyone lives with a mask on, looking at people through glasses and speaking with a mask on. After all, the other person is one's superior, so Yan Feng didn't dare to speak the truth and instead flattered them with a sentence.

  Yao Yao didn't catch Yan Feng's perfunctory tone, and immediately looked at the three people's paintings again. A hint of complacency appeared on her face - this time she had painted much better than the three of them!

  At this moment, the three girls' paintings are also nearing completion. Twenty minutes later, the other three people have finished painting. The woman who was teaching drawing said: "Let's put them together and compare them?"

  She was the last to finish painting, and what she painted was a portrait of her own teacher, Master Zhao An. The four of them then placed their paintings together, and when she saw that Yao Yao had painted a dog, she said: "Yao Yao, the teacher asked us to paint friends, how could you paint a dog?"

  Yao Yao listened and said: "The teacher didn't say that people can't be friends with dogs, did she? Eldest sister, this time I drew better than you, right?"

  The woman known as the "Big Sister" heard this and a look of dissatisfaction flashed across her eyes, but she immediately said: "I want to try out the feeling of drawing out the atmosphere that the teacher mentioned, but I just can't seem to do it. Alright, since everyone has finished painting, let's take them over for the teacher to see."

  "Alright."

  The four of them immediately picked up their own paintings and left the painting room, with Yan Feng following suit. These people didn't pay any attention to Yan Feng, treating her as Yao Yao's bodyguard or driver instead. Yan Feng also didn't say anything, leading the large dog behind the four people.

  After a while, the four of them entered an office. A man in his sixties was sitting there, and the room was hung with many Chinese paintings. However, at Yi Yanfeng's level, it was easy to see that most of these paintings were imitations, and the imitator's skills were limited, only capturing three or four parts of the atmosphere, which was quite ordinary.

  And the four of them put their masterpieces in front of Zhao An and said, "Teacher, this is our homework."

  Zhao An listened, glanced at the four paintings, and immediately a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes. He said, "Yao Yao's painting is not bad, but still can't find even a bit of atmosphere!"

  "Nowadays, the Chinese painting world is withering away, and even an old man like me who can only paint a mediocre piece is considered a master. You few have been following me for ten years, and some of you for seven years, yet none of you can produce a single work that conveys any artistic conception. It's really true that each generation is inferior to the last. In my teacher's time, when he was your age, he was even better than I am now."

  Although Zhao An did not blame anyone, the disappointment in his tone was very obvious, which made the four disciples feel extremely ashamed. Zhao An continued, "But it's not your fault either. In today's society, things are getting more and more complicated, and people's minds are also getting more and more complex. It's harder to devote yourself wholeheartedly to this. At least you four are among the best in this academy. Alright, you can go now."

  The four of them listened and were about to leave, but at this time, Zhao An saw that Yan Feng was looking at his paintings with a scrutinizing gaze. These paintings on the wall were all painted by himself in his early years. Seeing that this young man seemed to be very disdainful of his own copied paintings, Zhao An smiled and said: "Young man, what do you think of my paintings?"

  Yan Feng was inferring the implied meaning in the original painting from the incomplete artistic conception in this painting. Under such circumstances, Zhao An asked a question, so Yan Feng did not think and directly told the truth: "It's very ordinary."

  As soon as Yan Feng's words fell, the four disciples were all angrily staring at him. The eldest sister even directly opened her mouth and said: "How dare you! You're simply arrogant! Hurry up and apologize to our teacher, otherwise, if the teacher doesn't mind, we as his disciples won't let you off!"

  To become a disciple of Master Zhao An, apart from talent, each of their births is also extraordinary. Among these four people, only Third Sister was taken in as a disciple solely based on her talent. The other three all have extraordinary backgrounds. This Eldest Sister Chen Pei Ting is even the daughter of C City's Mayor, and her birth is not much inferior to that of Yao Yao.

  Moreover, Chen Wanting is also very dissatisfied with Yao Yao. In terms of birth, her father is the mayor, while Yao Yao's father is the municipal party secretary, suppressing herself by a head.

  In terms of appearance, Chen Pingting is also sexy and beautiful, but she lacks the spirituality and elegance of Yao Yao, and is similarly overshadowed.

  Although Chen Pingting became a disciple of Zhao An, the great master, she was not as favored by Zhao An as Yao Yao, who had an otherworldly and eccentric charm that most elderly people adored.

  In the past, Yao Yao's painting skills were still a bit inferior to Chen Pei Ting's, but this time she even surpassed her in terms of technique. As the mayor's darling, she was suppressed in every way, and one can imagine the anger in the heart of this proud girl, Chen Pei Ting.

  Yan Feng followed Yao Yao, and Chen Jingtian naturally vented all her anger on Yan Feng. When Yao Yao saw this scene, a schadenfreude expression flashed in her eyes. She had originally planned to take Yan Feng drifting at night and scare him, making him lose face once and for all.

  I didn't expect that before I could even react, Yan Feng had already shot himself in the foot. Yao Yao was naturally delighted to watch the commotion, and it wasn't until then that Yan Feng snapped back to reality and heard what the senior sister had said. Originally, Yan Feng had been prepared to apologize, after all, he had casually criticized someone else's painting, which was indeed impolite of him.