He painted sunflowers this time, the brilliant sun shining above. But underneath it was thick ice, where half of the sunflowers were frozen out of shape.
The whole picture looked chilly.
After painting, Ji Changze took pictures like the original owner and then sent them to Weibo with the words:
[The starting point of this painting is to draw warmth and guidance. After painting, I could feel that this painting has the power to reassure people and feel that I had improved again.]
He didn’t forget to add the iconic words of the original owner at the end; [Those who understand will naturally understand.]
After the post was sent out, the haters and the ‘red envelope army’ were stunned for a second.
This painting, how can I put it …
It’s so different from before.
It’s not that the painting was too good, but that it’s too … How can I put it?
Let’s say that the paintings that this blogger painted before were of junior high school students’ level.
So now, it has directly regressed to the level of primary school students.
Or, the first or second-grade kind.
The sunflower in the painting was crooked, and the sunlight was especially wrong, not to mention the ice underneath.
Even people who didn’t know how to draw could tell that this painting was very crude.
The haters reacted first and began to laugh maniacally.
[Hahahahaha, did you draw this with your feet? My goodness, a random elementary school student can draw better than you.]
[ Also, warm? So, amusing. Where do you see any warmth? With your imagination? Hahahahaha.]
How could we praise a painting like this?
But thinking about those red envelopes …
Come on, bite the bullet and just talk nonsense.
[What do you people know? This painting is obviously flawless, okay? Also, elementary school students can paint better than this? You find a primary school student who can paint ah! Look at this curve, look at this color, and then look at the full visual effect. It’s simply incredible. I’m almost speechless.]
After racking their brains to type out this passage, the red envelope army breathed heavily.
It wasn’t easy to make money these days. Not only did they have to torture their own esthetics, but they also tortured their hands ah…
Other red envelope army people didn’t want to be outdone.
[Yes, I also feel the warmth. Big Brother has really improved a lot compared to before. As of now, I think only the painting that Big Brother drew in March could have the power to compare with this.]
This wasn’t pretending to understand; it was serious bullsh*t.
[Wuwuwu, I was so moved I cried. The painting is so good. After seeing this painting, I felt warm. It was so perfect and wonderful!!!]
This was nonsense. How can he use himself as proof?
[Oh my God!!! It’s amazing. Big Brother is really improving day by day. As a small fan who has been with Big Brother from the very beginning, I really feel happy and hope you get better and better.]
This was pulling out one’s own ‘elder’ status to try to get a bigger red envelope.
Therefore, for a time, Ji Changze’s Weibo was divided into two completely different commenting styles.
One was eager to praise Ji Changze into a real Ma Liang from ‘Ma Liang and His Magic Brush’, reincarnating into the most popular painter in the world.
(TNote: Ma Liang = main character of a Chinese fairy tale, where a young Ma Liang was given a magic brush that could bring anything he painted to life.)
The other was mocking fans for polluting their own eyesight for red envelopes and mocking this painting as rubbish.
Ji Changze turned on the computer and looked up a water army company while they quarreled.
After placing an order for them to go crazy and brag about themselves, he turned around and went to another company and placed an order for them to go crazy and scold himself.
As a result, the chaos under Weibo was getting worse and worse.
Even because of the intense heat, there were passers-by who didn’t know the truth, and their faces are forced to look at the commotion in the comments.
All this for a painting that looked a lot like a painting from a young student?
They were confused for a while. First, they looked up the comments, and found that there were many praising ones. Some people who knew about paintings naturally wouldn’t believe them.
But for those who didn’t understand painting, even world-famous paintings were just paintings in their eyes. They simply couldn’t understand why a painting could be sold at such a high price.
Thus, it was understandable that they couldn’t understand why this schoolboy-level painting was so genuinely praised as such.
Ji Changze watched them argue, and from time to time, when he saw which party was seemingly losing, he went to add ‘monetary’ support.
This quarrel went on all night.
The red envelope army originally praised him to the skies for the sake of red envelopes, but they were really called out, so they were furious.
For a while, everyone was quite genuine.
The following day, Ji Changze, the culprit, got on Weibo and sent a post.
[Stop quarreling, especially my loyal fans. Not everyone could feel the things that I draw; the artistic concept is different.]
Haters who were planning to rest after quarreling all night: …
Piece of sh*t, this is too pretentious!
Can’t stand it! Brothers, prepare for battle!!
The red envelope party also received red envelopes from Ji Changze, and immediately became spirited and ready to fight. They rushed up and yelled.
Ji Changze, however, had changed his clothes and brought the painting. He was going to attend the wedding of Old President Jin Hui with Zhou Ranran.
Actually, it was a wedding, but it couldn’t be regarded as a whole. After all, there was no ceremony. It was just a circle of people invited to have a banquet at his house.
Zhou Ranran wasn’t surprised: “This is President Jin’s eighth marriage. It’s normal for him to not want a big wedding.”
Ji Changze nodded, “Yes, but although President Jin has been married many times, there are only two children.”
Speaking of this, Zhou Ranran was embarrassed, “Changze, President Jin is getting married today, and Jin Yan must be attending. I told her last time that it was a misunderstanding. She did it for my own good, so don’t blame her.”
“It’s okay, she’s your best friend, it’s normal to react that way. “Ji Changze smiled and looked like he didn’t care.
Jin Yan is Old President Jin Hui’s eldest daughter and a good friend of Zhou Ranran, who had a conflict with him.
Presumably, the original owner wanted to go to a bar to have a fling but ended up bumping into Jin Yan, who was there to drink. When Jin Yan saw her good friend’s husband talking and laughing with beautiful women in the bar and even dared to touch them, she immediately became angry.
She directly went up to him and scolded him. She even called Zhou Ranran to complain about him.
It’s just that the original owner has a high position and knows that there was nothing impenetrable in the world. Before coming to the bar, he told Zhou Ranran that he was going to the bar to find inspiration. Zhou Ranran only thought it was a misunderstanding because he already told her about going there.
While the bar was dark, Jin Yan was angry at that time and didn’t think that she should take any pictures or videos. She couldn’t bring out any evidence at all, so she had to give up.
Since then, she had a wrong impression of the original owner. The original owner has never found the opportunity to play with women because she has been meddling and keeping an eye on him.
These two people were definitely tired of seeing each other.
Sure enough, as soon as she arrived at the venue, Jin Yan was already waiting at the door. When she saw Zhou Ranran, she immediately greeted her with a smile and took her by the hand. “Ranran, you’re here. I have been waiting for so long.”
When she saw Ji Changze next to her, the smile on her face immediately faded a little, but people were coming and going, so she could only maintain politeness on the surface, “Ji Changze is here too.”
(TNote: Yanzi = adding ‘zi’ behind a name is a typical way of making a nickname. So Jin Yan, could be called ‘Yan-Zi’, instead of the usual ‘Yan-Yan’ way in Chinese Novels.)
Zhou Ranran gently shook her hand and motioned for her to give Ji Changze a little face. Jin Yan felt angry.
In fact, she had always had a good impression on Ji Changze, because Ranran has been telling her how good Ji Changze was. But she was a woman who was used to all kinds of people in the circle, so she was especially conscious of trying not to meet with Ji Changze, her good sister’s husband, to avoid suspicion.
As a result, she actually saw that scene.
When she thought about Ranran trusting this scum male so much, Jin Yan became furious, but she didn’t have any evidence.
She glanced at the box in Ji Changze’s hand, “You brought two gifts?”
Couples usually bring one by default.
Zhou Ranran shook her head and smiled, “Changze painted it. He said it was for Xiao Cheng.”
Jin Yan smiled at Ji Changze. “Thank you, but my brother is only eight years old this year. He doesn’t understand paintings.”
Ji Changze smiled, “I painted this picture especially for him. He will like it.”
Jin Yan’s anger intensified.
Who doesn’t know her brother Jin Cheng was autistic? He never speaks, let alone say he liked something.
He was an adult; how could he tease a child like that?!
She was about to go back when a little boy came running expressionlessly. He hugged her legs and looked down without saying a word.
“Xiao Cheng, why did you run out alone?”
Jin Yan, who had a fierce look in her eyes, immediately softened her expression and picked up her brother. Coaxing him in a whisper, “Are you afraid of the crowd?”
Jin Cheng still had no expression on his face. His pair of eyes that were supposed to look beautiful looked listless.
Jin Yan was about to continue to coax, but Ji Changze had stepped forward, took out the painting, unfolded it, and showed it to Jin Cheng. He whispered, “Xiao Cheng, this is the painting big brother is giving to you. Look, do you like it?”
Jin Yan glared at him. Seeing that the drawing was actually a strange-shaped sunflower, very ugly, she was even angrier.
A young child’s voice suddenly sounded.
Jin Yan looked at her brother in her arms in disbelief.
The boy looked at the picture without blinking, cocked his head slightly, held out his hand, and took the initiative.
She was already incoherent with excitement, and her eyes were even slightly red.
“Xiao Cheng, Xiao Cheng you spoke?!!!”
“Xiao Cheng, can you say another word? Xiao Cheng, did you really talk?”
He held the painting and looked up at Jin Yan.
“Sister, I like this painting.”