As soon as these words were said, Qin Guofang and several other masters couldn't help but turn their heads to look at Tong Lang, and were surprised.

This painting is bad? Not like it?

The painters present also saw that Yang Yuying's painting was selected to enlarge the night sky in "The Night of That Night".

The painting "Night" is not just a starry sky, but even the stars, the moon halo, the thick clouds are all embellishments.

The painting shows a warm home, and people will see it and will sincerely rise from the heart.

This painting is also one of the highest quality paintings in this exhibition. Of course, it has attracted much attention and many painters have seen it.

What Yang Yuying drew at this time was a corner of this painting, and it was not just a person who recognized him.

There are all professionals in front of you, and you still have this memory.

Especially Gu Yun, this person is said to be unforgettable. After seeing a famous painting from afar, he can copy it with memory and no mistake.

He felt that Yang Yuying's paintings were no longer a question of whether she was similar or not, that was exactly the same.

Although there is only one corner.

Unfortunately, on the first day of the exhibition, no one took photos, and the copying had not started yet, otherwise it would be clear at a glance after comparing it.

Yang Yuying took a pen, dipped it in red pigment, and stepped forward and gently connected a small star.

Everyone watched her movements.

Tong Lang's feet trembled.

After Yang Yuying finished sketching, she moved aside and everyone saw a line of words appearing on the painting.

The font is elegant and beautiful - Si Roujin uses this painting to dedicate it to my respected teacher, hoping that you will be healthy and long-lasting.

Everyone was stunned.

"Si Rou?"

Gu Yun thought about it carefully but couldn't figure out who this is.

It was Qin State's side who remembered: "Si Rou, Tong Lang, your wife seems to be Si Rou? Did this painting be made by your wife?"

The whispers around immediately rang out.

Everyone was talking about it, and they couldn't believe it.

Teacher Tong is in his fifties and is a professor at Changzhou Academy of Fine Arts. He has taught and educated people for many years, so how could he do such a thing?

Yang Yuying whispered: "Teacher Tong, you should have seen this mark too? So I set up a plan and set fire to the painting. But this is your painting, you can walk over and tear it openly, who will stop you?"

Concubine Li also shook her head: "Why do you have such a crazy thing?"

Tong Lang's lips turned white and his face turned white, and he could hardly support him.

He forced his mouth to open his mouth, his voice hoarse: "You are slandering, the night is my work, you are doing it..."

But he was obviously not the kind of person who was very determined, and he looked panicked and was in a mess.

Yang Yuying took out her phone, searched it in it, found a painting, opened it and released it for others to see.

"This is a work from the Cheung Chau University Art Exhibition ten years ago, everyone will take a look at it."

The paintings found by Yang Yuying were the first ones of that year. They painted pastoral farmership, not impressionist paintings.

But those who know how to learn can see at a glance that the painting method has many similar small details to the night color.

In fact, many painters, especially excellent painters, will have some of the works they paint and cannot be erased and imprinted on them. Even if the paintings are very different, those who can really appreciate them can still unconsciously distinguish them.

Yang Yuying exhaled gently: "The author of this painting is Si Rou. The painting ten years ago is still childish, but it is already very good. She is very talented, right?"

But Tong Lang asked this question.

Tong Lang was still waiting to refute, but in the end he only squirmed the corner of his lower lip and said nothing.

Everyone present was professional art industry, who was a fool? At least everyone was sure that whether Tong Lang set fire or not, "Night" was indeed the work of his deceased wife.

The camera was so excited that the camera was aimed at Tong Lang tightly.
Chapter completed!