The flash lights are dazzling and the shutter sounds endlessly.

Sun Pinghai was waiting for Liao Xuebing at the gate. When he saw him coming, he said, "I know several judges. I have to lobby them later. Xiao Liao, you are basically good and have a high knowledge. Please help me say a few good words and elevate the works of our school."

Liao Xuebing nodded: "Where is Teacher Su, didn't she come?"

"Teacher Su is inside, let's go in." Sun Pinghai pulled him up.

The main exhibition hall is about 2,400 square meters and is divided into multiple sections, including oil paintings, Chinese paintings, prints, sculptures and other types for people to visit. The floor in the exhibition hall is smooth, the walls are pink and white, the light is bright, and people are talking in a low voice, saying that this oil painting is close to the level of "Mona Lisa", and refutes the defects in the proportion of the sculpture's human body, and everyone proudly comments on everyone.

The rest of the people were flowing idlely, and only a bunch of well-dressed guys gathered together, which was particularly eye-catching.

Sun Pinghai was secretly shocked: "Why are so many people surrounding the director? I don't have any chance to approach him this time."

The most impressive among the crowd was Zeng Jiangshan, the director of the Education Bureau. He had a big belly, a short figure, a bald forehead, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and was full of aura. He was a celebrity in the city's calligraphy and painting circles, entourage from other departments of the Ministry of Education, art teachers from Longmenshan Middle School, Rose High School teachers, St. Maria Girls' School tutors, etc., and there were no less than twenty people surrounding him. He really had the aura of giving guidance. There were a large number of teachers from other schools nearby looking for opportunities, waiting for the leaders to come to their own school's students' works and brag.

Zeng Jiangshan seemed to have seen this somewhere, and it looked familiar.

Most students' works are portraits of characters and plaster portraits. They have good skills, but they are very dull and have no feelings. Zeng Jiangshan always takes a look at him, shakes his head slightly and then goes to the next work.

"Xiao Liao, think of a way to let Director Zeng stand in front of our school's exhibition area for a long time. Xiao Liao, Xiao Liao, huh, where is this guy? Where has this guy gone?" Sun Pinghai looked back and saw that Liao Xuebing had long disappeared.

After passing an oil painting of apple banana still life and walking through a plaster sculpture of a naked child, Lao Liao came to the unclassified exhibition area. The works here are all unclassified, with different styles, rich imagination, and bold personality. The comics, gouache paintings, fabrics, and computer synthetic paintings attracted a large number of visitors.

Four or five children shouted and talked in front of an imagination of aliens and spacecraft, excited and yearning for it.

Liao Xuebing saw the "Autumn with the Wind" hanging in the corner at a glance. There was no one standing in front of it. Occasionally, one or two people passed by, glanced at it without stopping, and even criticism was not left. Why did this... not come from the artistic people? You should drive out all these guys who don't know how to appreciate it.

There are many works in this exhibition hall in this exhibition hall, Wang Wen's "Firebird" by Class 6, 3. The painting shows the strong feelings of a bird flying towards the sun, and the colors are bright, which was chosen by Su Bingyun himself.

"Maybe everyone hasn't noticed how handsome the people in the painting are." After standing for more than ten minutes, there are still very few people who have paid attention to "Autumn with the Wind", and they are deserted and neglected. In sharp contrast to the popularity of other paintings, Lao Liao was very depressed and came up with a plan. He asked several children in his teens to show off a few hundred dollars: "Hey, kid, do you want to earn some pocket money?"

The temptation of money was great, and the children bit their lip and agreed: "Declare in advance, we do not do bad things, we do not steal, rob, kidnap, or cheat, and it must be simple, easy and easy."

"It's naturally very simple." Liao Xuebing pointed to the corner and said, "Where did you see that painting, you ran to the painting and said, "Oh, this painting is so beautiful, so wonderful. It's all. In short, don't say anything else, it's enough to praise it loudly."

"I mean." The children took the money and ran over excitedly.

Lao Liao hugged his arms and sneered constantly on his chest: "Hehe, when everyone's attention is attracted, they all applauded, and suddenly I found that the person in the painting is standing here. I wonder how excited I am. Humph, when the signatures are queued up, one yuan once, no, ten yuan once."

Suddenly someone patted his shoulder. When he looked back, the beautiful girl Su Bingyun stood behind her, cut her long hair with thin eyebrows, and her lips were lit up. She was particularly charming. She couldn't help but smile and said, "Teacher Su, you are here too."

Su Bingyun had no smile at all and said coldly: "Hmph, you're so embarrassed to deceive the child to promote that painting."

"Ah, you saw it? I did this for the sake of the entries of our school. Look at the teachers from other schools who are competing to flatter the director of the Education Bureau and some celebrities in the calligraphy and painting industry. Isn't this unique? As long as I succeed, no matter what others say." Lao Liao's rare face turned red and he urgently defended.

Su Bingyun snorted coldly: "Then why do you find a entrusting to lift "Firebird"? That work has its own foundation. If you add some publicity effect, you will definitely win the award." She couldn't tell why she was angry at all, probably because it was the school beauty who painted the portrait of Liao Xuebing, and Liao Xuebing shamelessly helped the beautiful female student. Li Xinghua really did not paint, but instead painted Liao Xuebing, even painting flowers and plants, fields and seas, can be friends, even if it was not good for kittens and dogs!

While talking, several children ran back with a disgusting look on their faces, threw the money on Liao Xuebing and shouted: "I don't want your money, we'll stop doing it!"

Lao Liao Daqi: "Why?"

"We said a few good things, and some people said we are idiots, and said we are not educated and do not know how to appreciate it. Uncle, you liar, deliberately lie to us to embarrass us!"

"Ah?" Lao Liao didn't expect the work to be slandered and hurriedly said, "That's because their eyes are wrong." The children were already leaving angrily, and Su Bingyun burst into laughter: "It seems that the work you, a big critic, didn't look very good."

Among the many colorful works, Li Xinghua's black and white charcoal strokes are indeed ordinary in technique and will not arouse public interest at all.

Seeing Lao Liao's defeated appearance, Su Bingyun seemed to be much happier than before. With his smile on his face, he actually became radiant, even his hair was jumping, which was amazingly beautiful, overshadowing those colorful paintings, and said, "Have you seen the exhibition, which painting is the most promising?"

Lao Liao had lost confidence in Li Xinghua. He had no interest in appreciating other people's works and said with a wry smile: "I don't know, as a Chinese teacher, I have no experience in art."

"Aren't you very good when you selected a workplace in the art room last time? You can tell me all the shortcomings and loopholes clearly. Even Team Leader Sun admires you very much. Why don't you know at this time?" Su Bingyun finished speaking, hesitated, glanced left and right, and continued: "That... Liao Xuebing, on November 17, ten years ago, did you remember the truth about the matter?"

Lao Liao had long forgotten about the diary. At this time, He suddenly woke up and touched his head and laughed. "Oh, that's simple, I'll go back to my hometown to take a look on Sunday. I've been too busy in the past few days. Qiu Daqi slandered me everywhere. You saw it at the teacher meeting on Monday. I was almost fired. The board of directors talked to me to understand the inside story. I don't know how much time it took."

"You...you didn't take this matter to heart..." Su Bingyun's smile suddenly faded. All the enthusiasm in his eyes disappeared, as if he was talking to ordinary colleagues with ordinary friendship: "Of course. Director Qiu has strict requirements on himself and colleagues."

June Earth, the woman's face changes no matter how you say it? Fortunately, I didn't take you seriously. Liao Xuebing took back the message conveyed in Su Bingyun's tone in time, and thought angrily, when I get the diary and recall the story that happened at that time, just wait to throw myself into my arms.

Zeng Jiangshan, a group of bureaucrats and several celebrities in the cultural circle, and many flatterers watched the works in the previous exhibition area. They rushed to the unclassified exhibition area.

The works here are much more interesting. Zeng Jiangshan stopped before "Firebird": "Mr. Li, what do you think of this? Is it interesting?"

Everyone saw that the work was not their own school, and they didn't know what the director thought, so they didn't dare to interrupt easily, and they held their breath to wait for Mr. Li to comment. Mr. Li only glanced at it and said lightly: "Not really, students nowadays can draw everywhere and not express the content at all." The teachers following behind were so happy: "It's Mr. Li, who hit the nail on the head, I just said that this kind of thing can be hung in the exhibition hall, it's really out of standard!" "Mr. Li is a celebrity today, and his local language is still fake? I'll ask the organizer to remove the garbage."

Sun Pinghai also followed behind, suffering from the conclusion that the authoritative person could not tell the difference, and his face was wrinkled like bitter gourd.

Su Bingyun's face turned red and white, and she said angrily: "How can he easily evaluate it before he looked at it seriously? My student will not be bad."

Liao Xuebing said, "Don't worry, I'll help you tell me the difference." Just as he was about to squeeze in, he saw that the authoritative person, Mr. Li, seemed to have seen him somewhere, and he was surprised and happy.

A group of people commented on a few more paintings and finally walked to "Autumn with the Wind". Zeng Jiangshan was afraid that he would agree to the authoritative people but felt that it was not good, so he was embarrassed. He smiled and said, "Mr. Li, come and take a look."

Mr. Li was about to speak when Liao Xuebing squeezed into the crowd and patted his shoulder and shouted, "Brother Qingyuan, are you safe?"

The teachers were extremely dissatisfied and were shocked. Where did the naughty man dare to approach Mr. Li Qingyuan, a famous calligrapher and painter in our city? "Don't be rude!" someone shouted.

This authoritative person who disdained the painting and had a very high vision was Li Yuzhong's father Li Qingyuan. When he turned around, his face suddenly stretched out and he smiled and said, "Ah, Teacher Liao, you are here too. This is great. I have some questions in my heart that I can't figure out what this painting is like."
Chapter completed!