The paintings that had been drawn were laid out carelessly on the table. Jiang Lingxi removed the paperweight and was about to reach for it when a pair of wrinkled hands stretched out from beside him and carefully picked up the paintings.
Zhang Nachuan let go of his cane and stood up. He wanted to say something, but seeing that there were three unfinished guests beside him, it might affect them, so he had to swallow his words.
"Now that the painting is done, I'll take it away first, okay?"
Jiang Lingxi took a look at the painting and said, "No, please do as you please."
The wrinkled face suddenly relaxed, "You are very good."
If Lu Sen heard this attitude and comment, he would probably be shocked on the spot.
The camera on the side faithfully transmitted this scene to the reviewer’s observation room.
After seeing Jiang Lingxi's completed painting on the split screen, Xu Qingmei felt that her heart sank to the bottom compared to the joy that spread from the bottom of her heart to her face.
She was about to question that the painting copied by Jiang Lingxi was not the same as the original. This was the only point she could find to criticize Jiang Lingxi.
As a result, before he could speak, he heard the comment from Mr. Zhang.
This person has already commented very well. If she mentions it again, she will not question Jiang Lingxi, but Mr. Zhang.
She didn't forget that Li Wanxuan, who didn't give her any face at all, was Mr. Zhang's student.
But he was really unwilling to do so, so he could only speak with a tone of curiosity and confusion: "I remember that the challenge for the guests this time was not copying. I see that the works copied by others are almost exactly the same as the original works. Jiang Lingxi The copied works are two works that look completely different from the original ones. Although the final picture is also very good, does it no longer belong to the category of copying?"
Even if there is no way to criticize Jiang Lingxi for not being good at painting, she still has to be labeled as being deliberately unique.
The relief on Li Wanxuan's face paused, but before she noticed this change, Xu Qingmei secretly rejoiced, and an unmistakable voice came from the other side of her.
"Copying from ancient times to the present has always been difficult and easy. How to explain? You can copy the ancient people's ideas and copy the ancient human form. From physical resemblance to spiritual resemblance, copying is a process of continuous improvement. Since copying is to make people improve, why should we do it? If you deliberately pursue resemblance and make your abilities regress, it would be better not to draw at all!"
In front of the camera, Shen Yunqing glanced at Xu Qingmei expressionlessly, and then continued to speak bluntly: "In my opinion, although Shen Qianshan's "Blue Waves" has the artistic conception, it has lost its momentum. Teacher Jiang in her paintings To make up for the missing momentum, regardless of the historical value, I am personally more optimistic about Teacher Jiang’s "Blue Waves"."
Xu Qingmei's heart was chilled by Shen Yunqing's look, and then she heard that he defended Jiang Lingxi without any scruples while recording the show, and even criticized famous painters in history unceremoniously.
If she hadn't mastered the skill of hiding her emotions after being in the entertainment industry for so many years, she would have been able to break it on the spot.
What made her even more anxious was that Li Wanxuan also nodded, and clearly agreed with Shen Yunqing's point of view, "Yes, although today's challenge is copying, you don't have to limit yourself to just copying. If you have already mastered it, techniques in the original paintings, and have the confidence to paint better works. If it were me, I wouldn’t want to copy just for the sake of copying. In the end, I would only get an identical painting. At Jiang Lingxi’s level, improving myself is the most important thing Yes, nothing else matters."
These words made the other two reviewers couldn't stop nodding.
Xu Qingmei almost bit her back molar when she saw that the trend was completely gone forever.
But after thinking about the consequences of canceling the National Taiwan Variety Show, I could only reluctantly shut up and say less and make less mistakes.
Looking at Jing Huai who was still immersed in copying on the split screen, I felt a little more disappointed.
He also said that he had studied under famous teachers, and even Jiang Lingxi could not compare with him. He really failed to live up to his expectations!
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After Jiang Lingxi's painting was taken away, she didn't just stand there and wait for others to finish painting. She gestured to turn off the microphone, asked Chen Weiwen that she could move freely now, and then left her seat.
Listening to the footsteps in front of them walking away, the remaining three people couldn't help but feel a little more anxious.
Shen Hechen and Qian Yaya can still hold their own, but Jing Huai thinks that even if Jiang Lingxi can calligraphy and painting, their main business is in the entertainment industry, and their level will definitely not be as good as Shen Hechen and Qian Yaya who specialize in painting.
But now the development of the situation has obviously exceeded his expectations. Jiang Lingxi was actually the first of them to complete it. Even if he kept telling himself not to be anxious, it would be great if he could really control himself and not be anxious.
In a panic, he accidentally picked the wrong brush, dipped it in paint and quickly landed on the paper. Originally, there should have been a thin line drawn at that place, but when it fell on the paper, it was a much thicker line, which instantly destroyed the originally harmonious picture.
Li Wanxuan glanced at the split screen belonging to Jinghuai. When she saw the obviously wrong line on the rice paper, she couldn't help but sigh, "My character is not good, I'm just too impatient!"
This is human nature, just like during an exam. If someone leaves the room after answering the questions early, even if there is a lot of time left to answer the questions, the person who left first will still leave a lot of trouble for those who have not finished answering the questions. psychological pressure.
But what can be done? You can't hold back after people have finished answering. This will test the ability of the remaining people to withstand pressure.
The same is true for this copying session, which not only tests everyone's painting skills, but also their character.
If your character is not strong enough, it is not surprising that you will make mistakes and fail.
Half an hour passed unconsciously.
First Shen Hechen, then Lin Nuo, and Qian Yaya all raised their hands to indicate that they had completed the painting.
Jing Huai's hand holding the brush was shaking. He felt that everyone around him was looking at him. Looking at the painting in front of him that he was not even satisfied with, he couldn't put down a single stroke. He closed his eyes and put the brush back. .
There seems to be no point in continuing to persist!
No one expected that the last submission would be Lu Sen.
Lu Sen said that he didn't want to either, but he was afraid that if he handed it over too early, he would be criticized by the old man for not being serious enough.
Among the seven guests, he seemed to have a particularly difficult time recording.
It can be seen that sometimes being too familiar is not a good thing.
The old man was not polite to him at all.
In a vacant room of the museum.
When everyone was invited in, they saw two distinct rows of works hanging on one of the walls.
The upper row is a few original works that are still closely protected, while the lower row is the works copied by the seven of them.
At a glance, it's clear.
Standing in front of the work, the cane in Zhang Nachuan's hand has now become a teaching stick, "Look, this is the result that you spent nearly two hours copying."
The teaching stick in his hand accurately landed under the work copied by Lu Sen. "This one, Lu Sen."
Lu Sen, who was named, bravely walked from the back of the crowd to the front. He took a deep breath and prepared himself to be taught a lesson. He bent slightly and bowed, "Please give me some advice, Mr. Zhang."
In the next few minutes, Shen Hechen finally saw how profound Mr. Zhang's training skills were.
He looked at his own work posted next to Lu Sen's work and silently hugged himself!
