In addition to the guests, there were also many staff working behind the scenes in the exhibition hall.
But now that the guests were copying the paintings, everyone kept silent in a tacit agreement, and even the necessary movements were done lightly.
Zhang Nachuan said nothing when he saw this, but there was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
Looking at the young juniors who were carefully observing the painting without noticing his entry, they couldn't help but nod.
When it comes to calligraphy and painting, the most taboo thing is impetuousness!
Then his eyes shifted and he saw someone standing in front of one of the desks.
He immediately frowned and walked over quietly under Xu Qingmei's expectant eyes.
Although his steps were light, Jiang Lingxi, who was laying out the colors, still heard him.
She even heard that one of the visitor's feet was heavier and the other was lighter. Thinking of the old Mr. Zhang she had seen before, he was holding a cane, and she could guess who the owner of the footsteps was without looking up. .
With his eyes lowered, his hand made another stroke without any pause.
Zhang Nachuan saw that the other conspicuous person after Lu Sen was a girl. He paused for a moment in scolding him. He frowned and thought about how to teach him a lesson tactfully. He casually glanced at the girl who had already fallen. Several strokes of rice paper.
However, after seeing this, I could no longer say anything I wanted to reprimand.
He took a step forward and stood next to the table, watching helplessly as another stroke was written on the rice paper.
Silence, silence again!
Although the other party came over, he didn't say anything. Jiang Lingxi didn't have the habit of talking to others while painting. So the old man and the young man maintained such a strange state. One of them continued to write slowly and slowly, adjusting colors and changing brushes. The other's gaze fell on the rice paper that was gradually becoming richer and remained motionless.
It wasn't until she finally finished her observation that Qian Yaya, who felt she knew something well, turned around and saw Mr. Zhang standing next to Jiang Lingxi's table. She couldn't help but exclaimed, breaking the silence in this corner.
Facing the old gentleman's slightly dissatisfied look, Qian Yaya shrank her head in timidity. When she passed by the other side of Jiang Lingxi's table, she didn't dare to stop and see how many paintings she had drawn, and quickly returned to her own place. in front of the desk.
The observation room was also quiet.
Xu Qingmei looked at the old man who was standing silently next to Jiang Lingxi for some reason on the split screen. She unconsciously sped up her fingertips on the table.
Why don't you start reprimanding me? Why are you just looking at the mess Jiang Lingxi drew?
Some suspicious voices sounded from the side, "Could this be..."
She stopped before she finished speaking. Xu Qingmei tapped her finger on the table and heard someone ask before her: "Mr. Li, what did you see?"
Li Wanxuan's eyes were fixed on the split screen that belonged to Jiang Lingxi. She looked at the plain white finger holding the brush on the screen. The tip of the pen fell lightly on the rice paper. Each stroke seemed casual, but inexplicably she carried the feeling of success in her chest. means.
As the colors on the rice paper spread out little by little, there was a faint hint of waves.
She moved her mouth, but in the end she still didn't express the guess in her heart, "Let's take a look at it after the painting is finished."
To be honest, she wasn't sure.
After all, this kind of painting technique is so rare that it has been at risk of being lost a long time ago. Even she has only seen it on ready-made paintings and has never seen anyone use it in painting.
Xu Qingmei couldn't help but turn her head and glance at her, then looked at Mr. Zhang who was still standing silently next to Jiang Lingxi on the split screen. She felt her heart was falling, and the initial excitement was long gone.
Time passed by, and Qian Yaya and Jing Huai were still a little nervous, fearing that Mr. Zhang would suddenly move from Jiang Lingxi's side to them.
They don't have the confidence to calmly copy the paintings with an invigilator like Mr. Zhang watching from the side.
Until they noticed that the old man didn't move towards them at all, even though he stood still next to Jiang Lingxi for some reason, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
Sacrifice one person and make others happy!
Zhang Nachuan changed his hand to the cane. Zhang Ye, who was standing outside the camera, noticed his movement and quickly stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "Uncle, let me help you go back and rest for a while."
Zhang Nachuan waved his hand and kept his eyes on the rice paper on the table in front of him. Like an invigilator staring closely at the candidates, he also whispered in a low voice: "Just bring me a stool."
Even Zhang Ye couldn't help but look at what Jiang Lingxi had drawn on the paper, which actually made his uncle not want to leave for a moment.
He was also stunned when he saw this.
Although he had never studied calligraphy or painting, his uncle once bluntly said that he had no talent in this area.
But after being the director of a calligraphy and painting museum for so many years, my eyesight and appreciation ability have been developed over time.
The painting in front of him was obviously unfinished, but when he glanced at it, he felt like he was being rushed towards by layers of water vapor.
Looking at the copied painting on the wall, the blue waves on it are a bit tranquil, like water gently covering your calves.
But the copy in front of me has the momentum of a wave that will beat you to death.
Is this really a copying?
Thinking about the old man's instructions, Zhang Ye finally resisted and stopped looking. Shortly after turning around and leaving, he brought back a cushioned chair and placed it behind the old man.
The sound of the chair falling to the ground finally made Jiang Lingxi pause in cleaning her brush, and she turned her head and glanced over.
Zhang Nachuan had just sat down and raised his head.
After the old man and the young man sat and looked at each other silently for a moment, Jiang Lingxi continued to wash his pen, and Zhang Nachuan implemented his plan to become a nail shop.
At this moment, the three people standing next to him were completely relieved. At the same time, they couldn't help but wonder, why did Mr. Zhang keep staring at Jiang Lingxi?
Qian Yaya silently sympathized in her heart for a few seconds. Taking advantage of the opportunity to step forward to observe the original work again, she boldly took a quick glance at Jiang Lingxi's table when she passed by.
With just one glance, her mind couldn't help but go blank for a moment.
When I look at the original painting on the wall again, the astonishing glimpse just now still echoes in my mind.
"Did you finish the painting?"
"Um."
A conversation that couldn't be simpler, and you might not even be able to hear it unless you're close.
Jing Huai suddenly stopped writing. When he came to his senses, he saw that a little bit had been left on the blank space of the rice paper, and his face suddenly turned pale.
He must have been unable to withstand the pressure of being stared at all the time, so he chose to end it hastily. Otherwise, how could he have painted so fast!
Only by thinking this way could he calm down as quickly as possible to make up for the mistake that had just occurred, and his ears automatically ignored the gentle voice of Mr. Zhang just now.
This is under the camera. Xu Qingmei is watching their every move in the observation room. He must not lose!
(End of chapter)
