Help Zhao Xianyu's painting title poem?

It's a pretty good thing.

Zhao Xianyu is a master of modern Chinese painting.

One of his paintings can be auctioned for a price of 300,000 yuan per square foot, and he is the most sellable master of Chinese painting in modern China.

Those who can inscribe poems on his paintings can be counted on one hand in the whole of China.

This is a rare opportunity, and everyone is talking about this lady's picture.

Zhao Xianyu listened to these people constantly praising and laughed happily.

I stroked my beard several times in a row.

However, when he found out about Wan Xiaofeng's expression, he almost ripped off his beard.

What kind of look is that?

Disdain, contempt, or disgust?

Wan Xiaofeng just glanced at it casually, but he didn't have any interest in this lady's picture, and he kept slandering in his heart.

"I'm embarrassed to take out such an ugly painting, it's not as good as the meat I copied in junior high school!"

Zhao Xianyu came to Wan Xiaofeng's side and asked.

"The kid is Wan Xiaofeng who is "the night long"?"

When Wan Xiaofeng heard this, an extremely disgusting picture appeared in front of him.

At night, I leaned against the window, looking at the drizzle outside the window, ticking and ticking on the strange ......

Depend on!

This old man is not ashamed, you are the "night man", and your whole family is "the night man"!

"I am Wan Xiaofeng of "Sauvignon Blanc, Cloud One Vortex", not Wan Xiaofeng of the night long!"

Zhao Xianyu smiled.

"Do you have any opinion on the old man's paintings?"

Opinion?

What can I think, even if there is, it's just a "ugly" word, I'm afraid to say it, what if you will wear small shoes for me later?

"Hehe, Zhao Lao, I don't know much about calligraphy and painting. ”

Zhao Xianyu was speechless.

Don't understand?

I don't know what you mean by that expression?

"Although I don't know calligraphy and painting, this picture of a lady is the topic of this round of competition, so it's better for you to watch it with everyone. ”

Wan Xiaofeng waved his hand.

"I don't need it, I don't need it! What's so beautiful, isn't it just a picture of a lady? I have the bottom in my heart!"

He already knew what to write next.

Seeing that he did not listen to persuasion, Zhao Xianyu shook his head and walked away.

"Arrogant, ignorant child, how can the poetry of such a person be worthy of his own paintings?"

He originally had great hopes for Wan Xiaofeng.

Judging from the last round of "Sauvignon Blanc", he is undoubtedly the most likely to make a good poem and inscribe it on his own painting.

But now it seems that such an arrogant and ignorant person, no matter how good his poems are, are not worthy of his own paintings.

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The painting is finally finished.

When Wan Xiaofeng was waiting for the drowsiness, Hu Xiaoyue and the others finally returned to his side.

I kept talking about the picture of the lady.

"It is worthy of Zhao Lao's work, the brushwork is dense, the lines are smooth, and the characters are expressive. ”

"I heard that at an auction last year, a painting by Zhao Lao was auctioned at a sky-high price of 260,000 yuan per foot!"

"What is this, at the beginning of this year, Christie's, also a picture of the old lady Zhao, was auctioned for 300,000 yuan a foot!"

Wan Xiaofeng listened to their discussion and was taken aback.

This is too expensive, right, according to them, this broken painting on the stage is not worth millions?

It's really rich and there's nowhere to burn, I don't want to give it to me!

Just when Wan Xiaofeng was still slandering, Zhao Xianyu on the stage spoke.

"Everyone, the painting has been appreciated, now let's start making poetry!"

"By the way, I forgot to tell you something, at the top of this round, his poem will be inscribed by Principal Ren, and then stamped with the two of us, and then the finished painting will be sent to him!"

Another shocking news.

Zhao Xianyu's picture of the lady, Ren Zhongjie's words, the first poem of the third round.

How much would such a painting be worth?

Immeasurable!

When Wan Xiaofeng heard it, did he still have it?

I can't stand the feeling of watching the banknotes slip away.

He wanted to keep a little bit of it, but he let it go.

Uncle, I will move out the big killer and win back his painting.

Well...... It smells so good!

......

Li Qingyu felt that she had won this time.

"Beauty Poetry"?

It's what he does best.

He's a genius!

Since ancient times, he has been a talented man, and he is no exception.

The more romantic you are, the more beautiful poems you write.

So it didn't take long for a beautiful poem to appear on his paper.

I read it twice with satisfaction and handed over the poem directly to the judges.

This time, he was the first to turn in the papers.

When he stepped down, he looked at Wan Xiaofeng proudly.

Seeing that the other party was still meditating, he was disdainful.

"You're far from me!"

Wan Xiaofeng was indeed meditating.

Which one should he use?

There are a lot of beautiful poems in his mind, but he can't tell which one is the best.

The purpose of this time is not to pass, but to win, of course, you have to be cautious.

The point will be Dafa is not available.

But which one should you choose?

Think about it and simply pick up the most famous one.

He thinks back to the days when he played a mobile game, and every time he chose a certain character, he would hear two lines of poetry.

I don't want to!

Wan Xiaofeng wrote silently and did it in one go.

After writing it, it was immediately handed over to the judges.

Zhao Xianyu turned his manuscript and threw it on the table with a "hum", which made Wan Xiaofeng inexplicable.

After stepping down with doubts, I saw Wang Shuyuan and a few people at a loss.

Knowing that the top 20 is their limit.

From the third game onwards, it was all individual battles.

Everyone sat in the front row, and there were three pairs of eyes staring at it, so don't think about cheating.

Until the end of the competition, the four of them did not write a complete poem on paper.

So I had to put my pen down and give up.

This round said that it was 20 into 10, but in fact, only 7 were handed in.

Therefore, the judges' work is very light, and they can also have a good taste.

"Li Qingyu's song is very well written!"

"Hmm...... Yes, a lot of improvement from before. ”

"By the way, what about the top three in the last round? Where are their poems, let me see. ”

"It seems that only Wan Xiaofeng in the Qilin Society handed in the paper alone. ”

"Uh...... Isn't there a third and a second?"

"Sure no!"

"That's weird, the Qilin Society, which monopolized the top three in the third round, is there only Wan Xiaofeng alone, is it ......?"

Li Tongsheng glanced at the Qilin Society with great meaning.

What did Ren Chongjie guess?

"This Wan Xiaofeng is really a demon!"

Li Tongsheng nodded in agreement.

One person, three words in half an hour, directly dominates the top three in the third round, isn't it a demon?

"Humph!"

Zhao Xianyu's snort attracted the attention of the other two.

"Lao Zhao, what are you humming?"

Li Tongsheng was puzzled.

"An ignorant child, relying on a bit of talent, does not know the height of the sky, regards the game as child's play, this kind of person does not want to inscribe poems on my paintings. ”

Li Tongsheng and Ren Chongjie glanced at each other.

Where did this old Zhao get so angry?

Listening to what he meant, Wan Xiaofeng has already been excluded from the top of the list?

Li Tongsheng shook his head, picked up Wan Xiaofeng's poem, and read it carefully.

"Tear ...... This...... Is this a poet descending to earth?"

Ren Chongjie heard him say this and snatched Li Tongsheng's manuscript.

"Tear ...... This poem is really full of fairy spirit!"

The two of you say a word, and I say a word, which makes Zhao Xianyu's heart itch.

"Is that exaggerated by you?"

Ren Chongjie handed the poem to Zhao Xianyu.

"Zhao Lao, let's take a look first, his poem title is not necessarily a bad thing in your painting!"

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