What catches everyone's eyes is the root system of a giant tree. The criss-crossing root system grips the ground tightly, desperately absorbing nutrients from the soil to supply thick branches and a leafy crown.
Under Gu Yian's simple pencil, every root seems to be full of vitality, seeming to silently express his love for life.
Everyone present and netizens in the live broadcast room were shocked by the light and dark changes and the majestic vitality brought by Gu Yian's pencil. They could not imagine that this was a work completed in a short time, but the live broadcast cannot be faked, and no one can question.
After being shocked, Director Mo couldn't help but curiously asked the little student who was still sobbing softly after finally being comforted: "Why are you crying?"
A little boy with a red face and snot bubbles from crying said with sobs and sobs: "When I saw this painting, I didn't know why I remembered the homework I hadn't finished yet."
"I think of the math paper that I almost passed in the final exam. I obviously lost 10 points that I should not have lost. It was all because of carelessness. Woo woo woo."
"I remembered..."
The director looked at the young students who were composing sentences starting with 'I think of' and rushing to answer. They were chirping like ten thousand ducks quacking in their ears.
Director Mo rubbed his temples, but he couldn't help but think of his shelved plans that he had secretly made countless times, and wanted to open up areas other than variety shows, such as film and television.
"What a ghost." The director muttered in a low voice, and couldn't help but glance at Gu Yi'an's paintings, and suddenly felt that he could still scroll for another 20 years.
"It's weird." As soon as the director finished talking, he heard Zhang Man say to Gu Yi'an.
Gu Yian looked at Zhang Man's bright eyes and seemed to ask what he meant.
"Xiao An, after I saw your paintings, I don't know why I am full of energy. I used to feel that I had won the title of Best Actress at a young age, and I felt that I was satisfied. But now I suddenly feel that I can still fight hard. Ichiban, strive to become the Three Golden Movie Queen."
The barrage at this moment immediately became lively after hearing Zhang Man's words:
[Ah ah ah, we, Manman, are finally getting together, I’m so excited. 】
[Our Mandala is finally here, woo woo woo, Manman, you are the best. 】
[Gu Yian will be our Mandala’s best friend from now on! 】
[The Monkey King is really talented. This sketch is so majestic. I simply don’t know how to praise him. 】
[Gu Yian is indeed good at painting. Although I am a fan of Xiaorou, I have to tell the truth. Xiaorou's completion was very complete in such a short time this time, but I don't know why I am still a little disappointed.
I always feel that she is not at the level of Mr. Sun Hua's apprentice, and her creativity and artistic conception are not as good as those of Sun Miaomiao next to her. Now I have some doubts about what she once said about being taught by Master Rose. 】
【……】
Cao Chuanfeng, who had been following the live broadcast in front of the screen, saw more and more unfavorable remarks against Cao Wanrou and immediately contacted his assistant to deal with it.
"Mr. Cao, I have contacted the most famous local navy studio and went to the live broadcast room and online comment area to control the comments.
They suggested that it would be best to ask Mr. Sun Hua, a painting professional, to stand up for the young lady online.
After all, there are too few netizens who know how to appreciate it. It would be more convincing if we could get positive feedback from professionals. "The assistant stood respectfully in Cao Chuanfeng's office and reported.
Cao Chuanfeng took a puff of the cigarette in his hand and said impatiently: "Then go and contact me quickly. Why are you standing here stupidly?"
The assistant said awkwardly: "Mr. Sun Hua has already rejected it, and his assistant conveyed that Mr. Sun Hua never participates in such things.
I investigated and found that when his second disciple was deeply involved in public opinion due to the plagiarism incident, he did not say anything.
People all over the world say that he is a lunatic in painting and does not care about worldly matters.
The key is that his disciple didn't have a trace of resentment after being cleared of his innocence later on. "
Seeing the sullen expression on Cao Chuanfeng's face, his assistant who had been with him for many years knew what he was going to say next, so he hurriedly said: "I have also contacted other well-known painters, but after they learned that Mr. Sun Hua did not come forward, they all I declined. They said...they said you should cherish your feathers..."
Listening to the assistant's voice getting lower and lower, Cao Chuanfeng couldn't suppress his anger and threw the burning cigarette butt in his hand at the assistant. As if he was not relieved, he threw the ashtray at hand and said manically: " These so-called painters all claim to be noble, but why don't they show such disregard for the world when receiving gifts? What a fucking hypocrite, I..."
Looking at Cao Chuanfeng, who was pacing back and forth angrily, occasionally sweeping desktop files to the floor to express his depression, the assistant did not dare to express his anger and felt that the seconds seemed like years.
At this time, a cell phone rang. Cao Chuanfeng heard the familiar voice and found the cell phone that he had accidentally thrown to the ground among a pile of scattered documents. He picked it up impatiently.
I don't know what the person opposite said, but Cao Chuanfeng's face immediately turned from gloomy to clear.
After hanging up the phone, he motioned to his assistant to come forward, whispered a few words to the other party, explained some things, and then sat on a chair with his eyes closed to relax.
After the assistant walked out of the office, facing the sympathetic eyes of the secretarial staff, he shook his head and gave a helpless smile.
After walking to the bathroom and checking every stall to make sure no one was there, he took off the flat mirror on his face, revealing a face that was different from usual and a bit more handsome.
Staring at the back of his hand that had just been burned by a cigarette butt, he sneered and dialed a phone number that he knew by heart, his expression softening.
"Dr. Wen, Mr. Cao has become more and more emotionally unstable recently... Don't worry, you don't doubt me... Yeah, that's right. If it hadn't been for you, my mother and I would have been buried in graves long ago... Wait a minute ...I may not be able to contact you recently, so you have to take care of yourself, even for the sake of the child in your belly. You are a beautiful jade, he is a rubble."
After hanging up the phone, the assistant pulled out the phone card and threw it into the toilet to make sure it was flushed away. Then he put on his glasses again and turned back into the involuntary workman.
At the variety show live broadcast, Cao Wanrou bit her lips tightly and stared at Gu Yi'an's paintings. She seemed to be unaware of the blood dripping from her lips. She just wondered why God was so unfair. The Cao family only needed an outstanding person from her. A daughter is enough.
Why did Gu Yian come back? Why didn't he die?
Sensing Cao Wanrou's malice, Gu Yian looked back sharply, and at that moment something seemed to pierce the air and shoot directly into Cao Wanrou's mind.
"Ah!" Cao Wanrou cried out in pain, squatted down, and hugged her head tightly.
Everyone was startled by her sudden behavior, and no one saw that her face turned as pale as a ghost for an instant.
The staff stepped forward to ask with concern. Cao Wanrou felt that the thin pain in her head just now, like being pricked by needles, seemed to be an illusion. Now everything was fine.
He just acted like a clown who couldn't bear the thought of others being more talented than him. Looking at the staff and guests with different expressions, the scene was very embarrassing.
However, the only thing that can break the embarrassment is more embarrassment.
Director Mo announced: "Thank you to the young students of the Autumn Studio for their votes. There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people. Every student's vote is support and love for the guest's painting."
Next, the results were announced. Our first place winner was Cao Wanrou and Sun Miaomiao’s team. "
As soon as the director finished speaking, the boy who just cried until his nose was full of snot bubbles raised his hand and said, "Uncle Director, can I re-vote for this big tree?"
"I also want to vote again."
"Me too."
The director looked at the young students who were whispering among each other and eager to vote again. He was a little numb after having seen strong winds and waves. He looked at the teacher who was left on duty in the autumn studio and cast a look for help.
The teacher understood instantly and whispered a few words of persuasion to the students, who finally became quiet again.
The director touched the increasingly sparse head of his head and announced as quickly as possible that the second, third and fourth place winners were Zhang Xingxing's group, Zhang Man's group and Gu Yi'an's group.
It is worth mentioning that when the rankings of Gu Yian and Gu Yiling were announced, it was different from the dramatic development of the first group, and also different from the plain applause of the second and third groups. Screaming like crazy, even Zhang Man, Zhang Lele and Zhang Xingxing were driven to shout awesome.
Gu Yian's group became the real uncrowned king of the day.
The barrage at this time:
[Xiaorou was a bit too weak just now, and her reaction was too intense. Was it because she was jealous or something. 】
[Gu Yi'an is really the uncrowned king, I'm going to climb the wall. 】
[Latest news, latest news. Have you seen the announcement on the official website of the International Young Painters Exchange Competition co-organized by the International Painting Association? The final results will be announced in the next two days. Cao Wanrou's painting is said to be the special prize. This is the first special prize in China, family members. 】
[The person upstairs is the navy invited by the Cao family, right? You knew that Cao Wanrou was the special prize even before the results were unveiled? Don’t say that your family started the International Painting Association, so you knew the inside information. 】
[If I were a sailor, I would have gained 30 pounds this year. The competition process is like this. The final result is just like the first-class and second-class players in ancient times going to the Golden Palace. There will basically be no major changes in the rankings. Each award winner goes to explain the concept of his painting, which is equivalent to a press conference. 】
[After doing the science popularization upstairs, Xiaorou’s image in my heart has become even bigger. She is worthy of being Sun Hua’s favored disciple. 】
【……】
After Director Mo received a call at the instruction of his assistant, he couldn't suppress his excitement and announced to all the guests that the original recording plan had been temporarily changed.
The program team temporarily decided to change the recording location of the next stop to country F. At one of the stops, the program team can participate in the recording of the finals of the International Young Painters Exchange Competition.
The director knew how rare this recording opportunity was, and also knew that the reason why he was able to obtain this opportunity was all due to the connections and influence of Sun Hua behind Cao Wanrou and the operation of Cao Chuanfeng.
Although he decided not to exchange benefits and forced Gu Yian to be Cao Wanrou's control group, Director Mo would not refuse the opportunity that fell from the sky. The better Cao Wanrou performed in the finals, the more traffic the variety show would attract.
Director Mo, who was a little dissatisfied with Cao Wanrou's performance just now, now grinned almost to his ears, and his eyes looking at Cao Wanrou became much kinder.
After hearing the news, Cao Wanrou changed her previous despondency, and her whole face became radiant. She seemed to have regained her persona of a young and up-and-coming painter and a wealthy lady, and her whole body was about to be raised.
The look in Gu Yi'an's eyes also changed from secretly jealous to someone who seemed to be telling him that he was no longer in the same world.
Faced with Cao Wanrou's indiscriminate and disdainful eyes, Zhang Man curled his lips and whispered to Gu Yian: "Look at her arrogance, her eyes are rolling."
Gu Yian was noncommittal and said quietly: "I guess she has cataracts."
"Pfft, you're so embarrassed..."
The people who have been paying attention here said: "...Pfft."
