Chapter 351 He is like a crane, but his fans are not for sale

Style: Romance Author: Xuan 11Words: 3657Update Time: 24/01/10 18:09:49
"Uh," anyone who can be the host of a national variety show is someone who has very strong field control and expression management skills, but at this moment, the host couldn't put away the shock on his face for the first time. , and spoke in a somewhat awkward tone, "Teacher Xu, an enthusiastic audience member just guessed Shen Hechen's work!"

Xu Qingmei suddenly blushed and became thick-necked.

In fact, she regretted it after saying her name. She should have asked Jing Huai, who was also on the stage, to give her a hint in advance, or else the assistant standing guard at the edge of the stage could point to her the answer with a look.

In addition, she was thinking about why Shen Yunqing believed that the painting "Cat and Goose War" was painted by Jiang Lingxi. When it was her turn to guess the work, she subconsciously said Shen, and then temporarily changed her name to Shen Hechen.

Just like that, I got the only question that gave me points by mistake!

I'm so anxious!

Sensing the sullenness in Xu Qingmei's eyes, the host couldn't help but feel contempt in his heart after being stunned, and hurriedly said, "I guess Teacher Xu wants Mr. Zhang to have the opportunity to participate in this event like everyone else." You gave the wrong answer on purpose, right?"

Regardless of whether the people who hear it believe it or not, it is still a reasonable reason.

Xu Qingmei's face softened slightly, and she nodded slowly with an expression that seemed to have been guessed.

The audience in the audience responded: "..."

It depends on whether we believe it or not!

Zhang Nachuan was not interested in watching Xu Qingmei's pretense. When he saw the camera moving over, he snorted rudely, then cleared his throat and replied: "Su Yi, "Miansheng"."

For other works, he might have to look at them twice before he could figure out who painted them, but for this painting, he could figure it out at a glance.

If he and Shen Yunqing were the first to guess, the audience would only have to guess the remaining five.

It turned out that the answer was obvious at a glance, but it was left to him as a scoring question.

Zhang Nachuan's heart was a little complicated.

I don’t even have a good impression of Xu Qingmei, who still answered the question incorrectly when it was her turn to give points.

So before putting down the phone, he spoke in a calm tone and reminded him again: "The recording is over later, let's go to the hospital and have our brain checked again!"

Although he did not mention anyone by name, everyone who heard this sentence knew who he was talking about.

The audience suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Mr. Zhang actually said what I wanted to suggest!"

"I have to say that Queen Xu's expression management ability is really strong. She can still keep smiling after hearing this. I admire her!"

Although Xu Qingmei still had a smile on her face, her back molars were almost broken inside.

This old immortal will die if he doesn't say a word!

"Ahem," the host quickly coughed, signaling for the audience to stop laughing, "Now the corresponding authors of the seven works have been guessed by the five audience friends and two reviewers present. Come out, the small gifts prepared by the program team for everyone have been brought to the stage. Now please invite five audience friends to come on stage to receive them together with our two commentators and teachers."

The five people who thought the gifts were delivered directly to their seats suddenly widened their eyes in surprise.

Mom, your son (daughter) is going to be successful!

He stood up in a hurry and almost walked on the stage hand in hand under the envious and jealous eyes of the people around him.

After they lined up facing the audience, the host picked up one of the gift bags on the trolley at hand and said, "Originally, the program team prepared gold-sprinkled paper fans for everyone, but after watching the work online just now, During the author session, an audience member suggested that they would like to have their favorite guest Mo Bao. The program team heard everyone’s demands and also obtained the wishes of the guests, so they temporarily added a few pairs of blank paper fans for the guests to use, so now they can start from the second Choose one of them to receive it.”

"I wonder if the audience member who suggested the calligraphy treasure is on stage? Your wish has come true!"

Qian Yisheng could only sit in the audience and watch the bright smiling faces: "..."

This sentence actually doesn’t need to be asked, it’s really heartbreaking!

Of the five audience members, only one chose the gold-sprinkled silk paper fan which visually judged to have higher craftsmanship value. The remaining four all took blank paper fans to find the corresponding guests, either asking for calligraphy or a simple ink painting.

It is worth mentioning that the person who chose the gold-sprinkled silk paper fan was the one who accidentally mistook Jing Huai’s later works.

Watching Shen Hechen and the others being surrounded by the audience and starting to write and draw on paper fans, Jing Huai, who was alone again: "..."

He really didn't want to stay with this crappy show for another minute!

The man who chose the gold-sprinkled silk paper fan happily left the stage. As soon as he sat down, his companion sitting next to him asked him: "Everyone else wants calligraphy, so why did you choose something different?"

"If it were other guests, then I would definitely choose a paper fan and ask for a calligraphy treasure or something. Maybe one day the guest becomes famous and the calligraphy treasure will become valuable. But for the one I guessed, I'd better forget it and get it back if I ask. My family is probably going to die in ashes, so I might as well be like this gold-sprinkled silk paper fan!"

Companion: "That makes sense!"

"Hey, I won't do a loss-making business."

After arranging the audience to find the corresponding guests, the host looked at Shen Yunqing and Zhang Nachuan, "The program team cannot favor one over the other. The two commentators are also qualified to receive small gifts, but I don't know if they choose to sprinkle gold silk paper." Fan, or a paper fan with our guest Mo Bao?"

Although she asked this question, she had already subconsciously reached for the gold-sprinkled paper fan, which was only given out once.

In her opinion, Mr. Zhang himself is the Taishan Beidou in the world of calligraphy and painting, so he must look down on the calligraphy and painting of a junior.

Although the other Mr. Shen is not a well-known figure in the world of calligraphy and painting, given the nature of his work, he has definitely handled more famous paintings and calligraphy works and even historical paintings than she has seen in museums, so he probably won't care. Guest calligraphy.

Since you don't care, the probability of choosing the gold-sprinkled silk paper fan is naturally higher.

Zhang Nachuan and Shen Yunqing looked at each other, and they almost said their choice in unison: "Blank paper fan."

The gold-sprinkled paper fan just picked up by the host fell back with a clatter.

"Ah, okay, okay!"

After saying that, he quickly took two blank paper fans and gave them to the two of them.

Jiang Lingxi looked at Shen Yunqing, who was walking towards her, and waited for someone to come over and take the blank fan, "What do you want me to draw?"

Shen Yunqing was about to speak, but paused and reached out to cover the wheat pinned to his collar, and then replied: "As you like."

Jiang Ling raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice, "I just drew it casually."

"Um."

So the audience in the audience could only see the two of them saying a few words briefly, and Jiang Lingxi spread out her fan, picked up her pen, and got ready to start work.

"How can these two people whisper on stage behind everyone's back? Is there anything we can't listen to?"

"Who knows lip reading? I just want to know what they just said behind everyone's back. I'm so curious now. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep when I go home tonight!"

"That's all I can tell."

"Which sentence?"

"Mr. Shen probably responded with a yes to the last sentence."

Several pairs of ears were already perked up: "..."

They want to hit someone!

real!

Compared to the relaxed and casual attitude of Jiang Lingxi and Shen Yunqing, Su Yi looked at Mr. Zhang standing in front of her and felt that there was too much in the old man's eyes when he looked at her.

In the end, she broke the silence first, "I wonder what Mr. Zhang wants me to draw on the fan?"

Zhang Nachuan pondered for a moment, "Draw a sunflower."

Su Yi: "..."

She couldn't help but open her mouth, a little surprised.

She never expected that the old man in front of her would actually ask her to draw sunflowers on a paper fan!

Which of the plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums is not more elegant and more suitable for the surface of this paper fan than the sunflower?

But she can also draw this sunflower. This was the first painting Teacher Jian taught her to draw.

Without further questioning, she picked up the yellow and green paints.

This time, the audience sitting in the audience did not have the opportunity to see what the guests had drawn on the big screen. The program team respected the wishes of the audience on the stage. After all, the calligraphy treasures were given to them personally. If you want to It’s understandable that you want to appreciate it alone and don’t want to share it.

If you can’t sit still, you can go to the next exhibition hall to view other submitted works.

Qian Yisheng sat in her seat and did not leave. She did not forget the purpose of coming here in the first place.

Looking at Jiang Lingxi, who was painting something seriously on the stage, and then at Shen Yunqing, who was standing aside, she couldn't help but rub her fingers.

I don’t know what the probability is that Mr. Shen will be willing to give up the paper fan drawn by Miss Jiang and transfer it to her later.

Shen Yunqing, who was secretly poked and worried, was looking down at the animals that were gradually taking shape on the blank fan.

It is a crane standing on the clear shallow water and spreading its wings to fly into the sky.

It seems to be really casual.

After painting the crane that she most wanted to give to someone, and when she was about to put down the pen, Jiang Lingxi looked at the large blank space on the left side of the fan, pondered for a moment, dipped in ink, and then picked up the pen and wrote: "The red top should bear the sun, and the frost feathers Not stained with mud.”

If she were asked to use an animal to describe Shen Yunqing, the crane would be the first thing Jiang Lingxi would think of!

Shen Yunqing looked at the poem she wrote, and it seemed that she was in a really good mood.

After all, this person rarely writes inscriptions in his paintings and finds it troublesome.

After finishing the last stroke, Jiang Lingxi asked without raising her head, "How was it?"

"I love so much."

Hearing this answer, Jiang Lingxi couldn't help but turn her head and glance at him. When she met a pair of cold eyes with a hint of burning passion, the hand holding the pen could not help but tremble slightly.

He coughed lightly: "As long as you like it."

Several scenes of the recorded program were closed at Chen Weiwen's signal after several audience members received calligraphy from the guests, took photos with the guests and left the stage with satisfaction.

Qian Yicheng looked for an opportunity to go to the audience, pulled Qian Yaya aside as Le Diandian ran towards her, looked up at Shen Yunqing... holding the fan in his hand, took a deep breath first, and then summoned up his courage. He said, "Mr. Shen."

Shen Yunqing was about to go backstage, but she turned around and saw the person who called her, with a trace of doubt on her face, "You are..."

Qian Yiheng: "..."

It's okay, she actually didn't meet Mr. Shen a few times, not to mention that she was also sitting in the audience listening to the lecture.

It's normal for Mr. Shen not to remember her.

Qian Yichang comforted himself in his heart, "Mr. Shen, I am Qian Yichang, I work at the Academy of Fine Arts. I have been fortunate enough to listen to your lectures several times before and asked you questions. I wonder if you still remember Remember?"

Shen Yunqing seemed to think seriously for a second: "It turns out to be Teacher Qian, what's the matter?"

From the way the other party looked at her, Qian Yisheng was extremely sure that Mr. Shen didn't recognize her at all.

If she looked younger, this person would probably call her Classmate Qian!

The trick almost failed, so Qian Yichang simply pointed at the fan in Shen Yunqing's hand, "What about that? I have a cruel request. Can you sell the fan in your hand?"

Shen Yunqing met her scorching eyes, and the polite smile on his face disappeared little by little. At the same time, the hand that was holding the fan without any trace was put behind his back, and he replied bluntly: "Not for sale!"

The red top should bear the sun, and the frost feathers should not stain the mud. The poem is quoted from "Two Songs of Crane Sigh" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty.