There was a low murmur, and the person pointed out didn't hear it clearly. Fortunately, Zheng Miaobi repeated it again beside him, and the man squeezed out of the crowd with fear and fear and stood in front of them.
Meng Susheng's eyes did not linger on this man's face. Glancing at him, he raised the small wooden stick again and pointed to the back of the other side: "Over there, come out."
The painter was behind the crowd and was pointing in a confused direction for a while. Several people came out one after another. Meng Susheng was very determined and only let the person he selected at the beginning stay where he was.
I don't know whether it was good or bad, but the selected painter and the painters in the crowd took a breath. Meng Susheng remained indifferent, and the direction of the small wooden stick slowly turned to the other side.
"You...come out too."
"...and you."
After counting several more people in succession, Bai Hao glanced at the elder brother next to him worriedly, wondering what would happen.
Bai Yikao was also very nervous. Although I don't know what will happen to the selected person, I feel more and more nervous for no reason. His hands secretly clenched the robe wrapped around him, and the veins on the back of his hands were dark green.
Not just him, other painters feel the same way. Mengsu's refreshing voice paused, and the room was filled with the tight breathing of the painters.
Meng Susheng was not in a hurry. He seemed a little unsure about the next finger, and turned around, his eyes flickering across everyone's faces.
And just when his eyes touched Bai Yikao, there was a slight tremor in an instant.
"Finally...you."
His voice still didn't waver. And this last finger hit Bai Yikao.
Bai Yikao was still immersed in nervousness and did not react immediately. Seeing that her elder brother was unmoved, Bai Hao quickly shook his arm: "Brother, come over quickly!"
Only then did Bai Yikao react. While answering, he walked out of the crowd and stood with the people he had called out earlier.
The muscles on Meng Susheng's face became even more relaxed, like a collapsed piece of old tofu. He put away the sticks and stones and faced Zheng Miaobi: "They are the ones... just let them advance."
As soon as this statement came out, the whole hall was shocked and booed.
The crowd immediately exploded into discussions, and their voices drowned out Meng Susheng's slow speech. Bai Hao happily held Dongfang Shiming's arm and jumped up, sincerely happy for her eldest brother.
But obviously, this choice method cannot convince the public. Zheng Miaobi and Meng Susheng exchanged a few words. It was obvious that Meng Susheng was no longer interested. He turned around and squeezed into the crowd alone, and quickly left the house.
There were a total of five painters standing at the front. Lin Ziying was also among them just now. Although they were happy, they could not help but worry about "win without using force".
The noisy crowd was chattering. Zheng Miaobi waited for a moment, but when he saw that there was still no sign of calming down, he had to raise his voice and force them to quiet down. After shouting several times, people gradually fell silent, but there were still unconvinced voices in the air, filled with small voices.
"Okay, okay." Zheng Miaobi looked at the painters in front of him and tried to be calm, "Mr. Painting Maniac has also left, and our selection must continue. Although Mr. Painting Maniac said that, I think it still has to Give everyone equal opportunities. I can also read your paintings, so don’t worry."
"You're very polite." Dongfang Shiming touched his chin and whispered.
After saying this, the painters lost their temper. Zheng Miaobi saw that everyone had stabilized their emotions, and then said to everyone: "But this time Mr. Painting Maniac took action, he must have his reasons. Let's do this, you five will show the paintings first, I will take a look first, and then I will use you as the standard. , If others want to compete, they can bring their own paintings; if they don’t want to compete, they don’t need to show it.”
This method does not offend anyone and also speeds up the progress. The painters looked at me and I looked at you. After a moment of silence, no one made any comments.
"So, do you all agree?" Zheng Miaobi confirmed again.
The painters agreed. Since there are no objections, the selection can proceed in an orderly manner.
"Mr. Zheng, it's really not bad." Dongfang Shiming smiled carelessly. Then he looked outside the door again, and there was no sign of the painting madman.
He knew he had to confirm, he couldn't continue reading here. So he whispered to Bai Hao: "Wait here for a while. I'll go out for a while and come back soon."
Bai Hao was still focused on her elder brother just now. When she heard Dongfang Shiming say this, she was a little confused: "Eh... I'll go with you too."
Dongfang Shiming just patted her head. Turning around and pushing through the crowd, he quickly ran towards the snow-covered courtyard outside.
The heat of the crowd quickly left him. Dongfang Shiming looked around while running, trying to keep the pace of the painting madman.
The snow is falling less outside. Dongfang Shiming walked quickly through the courtyard, but found no trace of the painting madman around, so he hurried to the door, but he was still nowhere to be seen.
The two guards guarding the door had met him just now, and now they saw "Uncle" running out alone in a hurry, which was just a good opportunity for them to show their courtesy.
Dongfang Shiming also noticed the two people just now. He quickly went over and asked, "Excuse me, did you see an old man leaving here just now?"
When the two of them heard this, they were a little confused. After looking at each other, they shook their heads together: "No. We have been here all the time, and no one went out just now."
Dongfang Shiming thought about it and asked again: "Then, is there any other exit from the Bai family?"
The two of them are familiar with this: "Yes. This is the southeast gate of Bai Family Mansion, and there is also a northeast gate, heading in that direction."
As he spoke, one of them pointed to him. Dongfang Shiming looked over and nodded in thanks.
Occasionally exclamations still came from the building over there, and Dongfang Shiming could hear it when he ran over. Perhaps the painters were showing off their talents, but it was a pity that he had no time to pay attention to such an elegant scene.
Walking through the unfamiliar corridors and terraces, in addition to the white snow, there are also dazzling luxurious houses and rockery pine and cypresses.
Dongfang Shiming breathed out hot breath, and white flowers gathered in front of his eyes. However, no one I saw on the road looked like him. Could it be that the painting madman has gone far away? Could it be that he also possesses magical skills...?
While running and thinking, Dongfang Shiming gradually felt weak in his heart. If I don’t see the painting madman this time, I’m afraid I won’t know how long it will take to confirm next time.
And just when he was thinking this, when Dongfang Shiming ran across a rockery, the corner of his eye suddenly made him pay more attention.
Stopping quickly, he panted and turned around, looking slowly.
It seems that I saw it right just now. In front of the rockery, there was a standing figure... it was the painting madman Susheng!
