As desks were laid out one after another in front of the paintings that the guests wanted to copy, the screen in the reviewer's observation room also lit up.
Li Wanxuan raised her eyes and saw the environment of everyone on the screen. Without waiting for the PD's introduction, she smiled and said, "This is at the Nachuan Private Painting and Calligraphy Museum, right?"
"Mr. Li has good eyesight," the PD quickly complimented, "Today's recording location for the guests is at the Nachuan Private Painting and Calligraphy Museum. There is also a challenge there. The owner of the museum, Mr. Zhang, just announced that they will select works for copying on the spot. .”
"Copying," Li Wanxuan looked thoughtfully at the guests preparing on the split screen, "it's Teacher Zhang's style."
"Teacher Zhang?"
Li Wanxuan smiled faintly at the camera, "Teacher Zhang has taught at the Chinese Painting Academy for more than 30 years, and I was one of his students."
Everyone suddenly showed a surprised expression.
I didn't expect there to be such a connection.
Li Wanxuan is already considered a senior with a high status in the world of calligraphy and painting. Being the teacher of this senior gave everyone present an additional layer of understanding of the name Zhang Nachuan.
Xu Qingmei also silently put away her gaze and looked to the side. Even Li Wanxuan looked very respectful to the gray-haired old man on the screen, so she couldn't show disrespect.
Moving her gaze to the split screen, she first saw the azure figure that caught people's attention immediately even though she wasn't standing at the front of the crowd.
His eyes moved to the side uncontrollably again.
At first, I didn't think it was strange to see Shen Yunqing change her outfit after seeing her again today. After all, she changed her clothes a day and never put the clothes on her body a second time.
The other party's outfit today also surprised her.
Although beauties look good no matter what they wear, if they happen to wear the right style, it will have a double bonus effect.
It made her feel even more determined to win.
Until I saw Jiang Lingxi who also changed into another outfit on the split screen.
Sky blue is indifferent and distant, and although Shen Yunqing, who is sitting next to her, is not wearing sky blue clothes today, there are many similar elements on them.
Xu Qingmei couldn't help but imagine the scene of these two people standing together, and her face couldn't help but look ugly for a moment.
When she looked at the split screen again, she felt that the azure figure was particularly annoying.
Li Wanxuan came from the side with a slightly surprised voice: "Did the four of them choose the same painting to copy?"
Xu Qingmei then glanced at Jing Huai and the other three who were on the same split screen as Jiang Lingxi. After pausing on the gray shirt on Jing Huai's upper body, she cleared her throat and said, "What painting is so popular?"
One of the shots also moved to the painting hanging on the wall very cooperatively at this moment.
"It turns out to be Shen Qianshan's "Blue Waves"," a commentator sitting on the other side of Li Wanxuan said with some doubts. "It is said that this painting was copied by Shen Qianshan from his ancestors' paintings. I didn't expect that this painting would be the most popular one." The painting that the guests welcomed was actually this one.”
"Although it is a copy, the original work has been lost long ago, and this is the only one in existence. Shen Qianshan is also a famous painter after the Yuan and Zhao Dynasties. This painting uses many techniques, which is not easy to copy."
Xu Qingmei glanced at Shen Yunqing, who remained silent, and said with a smile: "This shows that our four guests are very confident in themselves. They haven't even started painting yet, and I'm already looking forward to the final one." Finished product.”
Only by copying the same paintings can there be comparison. Two of the four people specialize in painting. Jing Huai has studied under famous calligraphy and painting masters, but she wants to see how Jiang Lingxi stands out from them!
Listening to the voice coming from the side, Shen Yunqing rarely agreed in her heart with what Xu Qingmei just said.
He is also looking forward to the final product, especially His Majesty's.
If he remembers correctly, His Majesty should have seen the original work of "Everything in the Blue Waves".
Selecting this one from so many works in the exhibition must have some special meaning in my heart.
As for the other three people who also chose this painting, they have been ignored by him.
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There are two shots for each person, one on the guests and one on the table in front of them.
Pens, inks, paper and inkstones are all ready. If you are impatient, you will already dip your pens in ink and start to draw lines.
Before Lu Sen could finish writing, he was slapped on the back of the head.
Turning his head, he saw a face that was glaring at him, "Have you forgotten the first element of copying? You are so anxious to write down and rush home for dinner!"
Lu Sen shrank his head in frustration, "I know, let's observe first." He defended himself in a low voice, "But I am very familiar with your paintings!"
"I asked you why you didn't choose anything else but just accepted my painting. Are you trying to save trouble?"
Lu Sen: "..."
He is so difficult!
In the exhibition hall next door.
Three heads gathered in front of the same painting.
If you're just appreciating a painting, you don't need to get so close, but if you're copying, you have to see every detail of the painting before you start writing.
Qian Yaya stared at the painting for a while, turned her head left and right, and then realized that there was one less person approaching.
Looking back, she saw that not far behind her, Jiang Lingxi had already dipped the color she had just mixed and was about to put pen to paper.
Suddenly his eyes widened in surprise, "Teacher Jiang, why don't you come over and observe for a while?"
Although it is copying, it often produces a lot of waste manuscripts.
Ink painting is no better than oil painting or watercolor painting, where the wrong color can be covered up. If you use ink incorrectly, you will have to start over, so every time you write, you must have it in mind.
But she had just discovered that everyone was given only one piece of rice paper.
This also means that their copying can only succeed once, and there is no chance to try again after failure.
Even though she had copied more than a hundred works of famous artists since she first started learning painting, Qian Yaya did not dare to say that she would be able to successfully copy them in one go, so she observed even more carefully than usual this time.
For someone like Jiang Lingxi who didn't even step forward to observe and just started writing, in her opinion, it was as if she wanted to give up on this challenge and just choose to mess it up.
"I just saw it."
There was no time to stop it, the stroke had already been made.
Seeing this, Qian Yaya didn't feel like saying anything else. She turned back and continued to look at the painting while slowly sketching out the details in her mind.
However, because of her two words just now, Shen Hechen and Jing Huai, who were also carefully observing the painting, couldn't help but look back.
Shen Hechen's eyes were filled with doubts and worries.
Jing Huai's eyes fell on the rice paper written by Jiang Lingxi, and he saw only one stroke here and there, and he smiled contemptuously in his heart.
Now is not the time to highlight your differences. You have already finished observing the paintings just now. Who are you kidding!
His attitude was so casual when he was painting, but he wanted to see what this person could draw in the end!
The movements of all the guests can be seen in the observation room. Lu Sen here just received an unceremonious lesson from Mr. Zhang because he did not observe carefully before writing. When he turned around, he saw that Jiang Lingxi had already started writing.
Seeing Mr. Zhang transforming into an invigilator and patrolling the exhibition hall under the camera, Xu Qingmei couldn't help but excitedly point her finger at the table when she thought of what would happen next.
Come on, you'll be the next one to be punished!
(End of chapter)
