"Nan Tian Nan Tian, ​​get up quickly. I'll work hard tonight, okay? Come and have a look with me."

Zheng Jing pulled Ye Nantian, who was about to lie down on the bed and continue to sleep, and kept shaking Ye Nantian's hand.

"I...I..." Ye Nantian opened his eyelids in a fight with some embarrassment. Before he could speak out, Zheng Jing opened the computer in the room, flipped out the works from the left door one by one, and put them in front of Ye Nantian.

Ye Nantian forced his eyes to open, raised his still blurry head, and tried to pretend to be very serious and listened to Zheng Jing constantly talking about paintings about people he hated.

"Nan Tian, ​​look at this. This is the most famous painting at the Zuomen Master's painting exhibition tomorrow."

"This...isn't this Mona Lisa?

Is this a painting from the left door?"

Ye Nantian reluctantly supported his sleepy head with his right hand, but his eyelids still did not listen to the voice deep in Ye Nantian's heart and kept closing down.

"What Mona Lisa, Nantian, I'm explaining to you now, so that you don't embarrass you at the art exhibition tomorrow!"

Zheng Jing stared at her eyes at this time, and she didn't take off her newly changed clothes. Her appearance at this moment was quite majestic as a female teacher.

"Okay, okay, I'll sit up and listen carefully now, okay?"

Ye Nantian was a little amused and cried. Looking at the majestic Zheng Jing, it had been a long time since he saw Zheng Jing look so serious. If he was like this, he would better sit up and listen to Xiao Jing's "taught".

As soon as Ye Nantian finished speaking, he turned over and sat up from the bed.

Perhaps because of the slutty in the middle of the night, Ye Nantian was stabbed to death and felt that his butt seemed to be hanging in the air. The sudden pain made Ye Nantian wake up involuntarily.

"You...what are you doing? Even if you want to be sober, don't use this method."

Zheng Jing's eyebrows and eyes were curved at this time, and she looked a little laughing, but soon she adjusted her emotions.

Ye Nantian was wearing pajamas at this time, sitting on the floor with a confused look on his face, rubbing his butt with some discomfort.

"Wife, your husband is like this, you are still smiling there."

Originally, Zheng Jing had adjusted his emotions, but when he saw Ye Nantian's appearance, he couldn't help laughing.

"Hahahahaha, Nantian, you are making trouble for my class!"

Zheng Jing squatted down while laughing, trying to pull Ye Nantian up from the floor.

"Okay OK!"

Zheng Jing's thin body naturally could not help Ye Nantian up. Ye Nantian felt uncomfortable, and in the end he dusted the dust on his body and got up from the ground.

"Okay, OK, it's getting late now, and with the fall you just now, we have wasted a lot of time!"

Zheng Jing looked at dozens of pictures on the computer that she had not shown for Ye Nantian, and suddenly bursts of black lines appeared on her head.

"Xiao Jing, when I go to an art exhibition, I am not a painter. Why are we like this?"

Ye Nantian finally told Zheng Jing about the problem in his heart. In his opinion, although Zuomen's paintings were good, they were not special.

"You don't understand this. Zuomen was really an idol of my childhood. At that time, he was a nameless painter, and his paintings would be published in a magazine called "Flower Fireworks".

After Ye Nantian's question, Zheng Jing fell into the whirlpool of memories again.

"When I first saw Zuomen's work, my eyes lit up."

Not only did Zheng Jing say it herself, she also used her computer to directly read out the previous work of the left door.

When Ye Nantian saw Zheng Jing looking out for the painting he showed him, his eyes suddenly changed, but when he saw Zheng Jing so excited, he did not express his doubts.

In the painting, there is a woman. Every pore and even every capillary that the woman is injured is drawn to the extreme. Not only that, the clothes and shadows worn by this woman are treated meticulously, which really adds points in detail.

This kind of meticulousness is something that many domestic masters cannot do.

"The first feeling when I saw this painting was that who took the photo. The woman in the photo was really beautiful. It was not until later that I realized that it turned out to be the work of a painter called Zuomen."

Zheng Jing excitedly said that she was a middle school student.

"Okay, I get it."

Ye Nantian woke up from his painting just now and believed in the belief in his heart even more.

This left door is definitely not a good person.

"Xiao Jing, why don't we watch this painting? Actually, I have studied it abroad for a while, so I can see the core of most of the paintings."

Ye Nantian held Zheng Jing's little hand and hugged Zheng Jing in his arms.

"This...or else, I'll test you now. If you can tell the central idea of ​​the painting very well..." "Okay, you can pick one of it casually."

Ye Nantian glanced at him lightly and said.

"That's it!"

Zheng Jing put a slightly larger painting in front of Ye Nantian. This painting requires at least two computer screens to be fully displayed.

The painting depicts the rough sea, a ship that is about to sink, and a boy and girl who embraces and kisses each other.

"The passion of red forms a strong and sharp contrast with the blue of the sea, indicating that it is a disaster."

Ye Nantian skillfully controlled the mouse and pointed out the places he cared about little by little to Zheng Jing.

"Yes, there's something else."

When Zheng Jing heard Ye Nantian's introduction, she really felt a little impressed by Ye Nantian, but it was still a bit too early to say that she was impressed by her.

"A tragic love story often requires a background, and this is the best proof."

Ye Nantian circled the scene of the ship behind the young man and woman sinking.

"This is the emotion this painting wants to express, the pursuit of love between young men and women."

One sentence can completely summarize the artistic conception of a whole painting.

"I didn't expect that I didn't tell me how many things you have that surprise me?"

Zheng Jing grew up with a little surprised.

"This painting is from the eighteenth century Britain, and the content is almost exactly the same as what you just said!"

Zheng Jing said.

"Ha, can it be different?"

Ye Nantian muttered in a low voice.
Chapter completed!