Lin Yan, who had been studying painting for twenty years, was sent to Lancheng to collect paintings after his teacher said, "Your paintings have no soul."
He set up his easel in front of the century-old ancestral hall, but a sneer came from behind him: "The brackets are all wrong, don't damage the ancient building with your paintings."
Lin Yan silently looked at the man's back without having time to say anything. He checked the information on his phone for three days and still couldn't figure it out.
He went to ask for advice again and again. That day, the young architect from the mainland was sitting in his office. He glanced at the list of people collecting work, pointed at Lin Yan's name and said, "Why is this person as annoying as his name?"
Later, Lu Jianchuan pushed him in front of the easel with a cigarette in his mouth: "If you make another wrong stroke, you won't be able to leave tonight."
Ancient building restorer Lu Jianchuan × Urban painter Lin Yan
Intention: Because you care, your soul grows flesh and blood