The two were about to prepare, when Meng Hongxian heard the news and questioned: "Why do you want to participate in this selection, what's the use of entering the art fair?"

"It doesn't matter if you are a member of the art fair or not, the important thing is that if you can win the award, it means that their paintings are recognized, Brother Meng, you can also rest assured that they can paint on the porcelain plate, not to mention, it is a good thing that the works can be familiar to everyone, don't you see that Ting'an is now famous?" He Chushu explained.

Speaking of Meng Ting'an, Meng Hongxian's brows furrowed, Ting'an's success in this way was not what he was expecting.

It was He Chushu's words that were not very convincing in his heart, and he said coldly: "I don't allow you to delay your study." ”

He Chushu patiently admonished: "This is also an opportunity to learn and exercise, if you don't see it, how can you understand it deeply." ”

Meng Hongxian didn't expect him to be very persistent this time, moved for a while, and said: "Then it's okay to run, but only one can go, and the other can study honestly, don't be double-minded, whoever dares to make a little trick again, I can't let them participate." ”

"This ......" He Chushu sighed, seeing his resolute attitude, he had to ask, "Then who does Brother Meng want to let participate?"

"Whatever, whoever they want to go. ”

In his eyes, the two are on the same level...... It's all bad.

He Chushu said again: "Since Brother Meng has conditions, can I also put forward a condition?"

"Sir, please. ”

"Whoever you are, if you can get a good name, please allow that person to start painting porcelain. ”

"This ...... Will it work?"

"You can all win awards, why not?"

"Okay, okay. Meng Hongxian was helpless, "Sir, you are even more worried about them than I am." ”

This unintentional remark made He Chushu stunned, he woke up for a moment, and really felt that he didn't know when he had put all his heart on them.

It's really too much of a concern.

As for why, he couldn't figure it out.

After Meng Hongxian left, he consulted Siqing and Huai'an.

Before much discussion, Huai An said, "The fourth sister must participate." ”

"What about you?"

"I ...... Too lazy to spend that energy. ”

He Chushu looked at him meaningfully for a while, and said: "Okay, since you don't want to paint, then Siqing will come, Siqing, whether you can start really making porcelain painting depends on this move, you must pay attention to it." ”

Siqing also looked at Huai'an, only to see Huai'an waving his hand at him quite lazily: "Don't look at me, I really don't want to go." ”

She had no choice but to nod heavily: "Teacher, don't worry, I will." ”

He asked, "Are there any requirements for this selection?"

"Yes. He Chushu took out the detailed rules and handed them to her.

She saw a request for subject content.

There is only one word: "Kuang".

"All paintings need to be centered on the word "Kuang", it can only be ink painting, you first think about how to paint, you are not a beginner, I can't give you any suggestions this time, otherwise you will lose the meaning of running. ”

Siqing had no idea what this word could show in her mind, she suddenly felt the pressure doubled, pursed her lips, and said, "I will do my best." ”

"Good. He Chushu briefly explained the basic precautions, and seeing that it was not early, he announced the end of class.

He left the library first, and the two of them also packed their tools to go back to their respective courtyards.

Siqing's things were neat and tidy, and she packed up quickly, and when she got up and walked out, she just walked to the door when she heard someone behind her call her.

She turned around and saw that Huai'an stopped the movements in her hand, changed her daily indifferent expression, and said slowly: "There are people outside the sky, there are countless famous artists in the painting world, the position of the members of the art fair is a symbol of the status of the art world, although the Meng family is disdainful, but there are many people who are greedy outside, this time the candidates must be masters, you don't learn to paint for a long time, there is no chance to win with skills, it is best to start from" If you can let people touch the scene at first sight, see the scene in the painting, such as walking the road of thousands of miles, spending a hundred years of life, suddenly feel great and enlightened, great joy or great sorrow, will definitely be able to stand out, a hundred years of love. ”

Siqing stood outside the door, savoring these words, only to feel that she had benefited a lot, and immediately solved her predicament.

She looked at the people inside the door and said, "Since you think so clearly, why don't you want to participate?"

"Isn't it you, you are fully prepared, and I will help you come up with ideas. ”

"But ......"

If it doesn't work, forget it, if it does, the name is hers, the award is hers, and even she can learn porcelain painting in advance, so what about the person who "came up with the idea", he has nothing.

"Fourth sister, I am very relieved of you, I believe in you, if you are developed, you will never forget me, right?"

She was amused and said solemnly, "Yes." ”

After class the next day, while laying out paper and pencil in the backyard, Huai'an came over to watch and asked her if she had any plans.

She nodded, put on the ink, and wrote on the side of the white paper: Fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, thousands of paths and people disappear, the ancients have their own interpretation of "Kuang", I think it is very good. She explained, and then asked, "Second brother, what do you think?"

Huai'an found a chair in the yard and half lay down and half sit, picked down a piece of grass in the flower bed next to him, shook it in front of him, and said slowly: "It's good." ”

She's going to put pen to paper.

"That's it...... There is only the spaciousness of the scenery, but there is no spaciousness of the heart. Huai'an said as he took the grass in his mouth.

Her hand stopped, and she pondered for a long time, thinking that there was no end in the cold snow, a boat, a rod, and no fish under the rod.

She couldn't help but admire: "Second brother, you say a word." ”

"I'll just ...... Say whatever you want. Huai'an bit the grass root and got up, "You think, I'll go first, thanks to this kind of drudgery, I can go out and play." ”

Two days later, she was studying ink, and Huai'an came again.

This time, without asking, she had already written another line on the paper.

It is written: Yedu unmanned boat self-traverse.

She said: "Second brother, last time you said that you need to show the openness of the heart instead of the openness of the scenery, when the heart is empty, it will be empty, and the lonely realm will make people's hearts empty?"

Huai'an turned around a few times, pinched a fruit and threw it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Well, you have a point. ”

Siqing immediately spread out the paper.

However, even if there is an emptiness of the heart, it cannot make people feel affection at first sight, and it is not easy to resonate with Chinese painting. ”

She put the pen down again and looked at him quietly.

After eating the fruit in Huai'an's mouth, he turned around in front of the desk again, and looked at her in surprise: "Why are you looking at me like this?"

"I feel more and more that you are deliberately unwilling to study. "Why?" she asked.

"What deliberately not deliberately. The other party pouted, "I've listened to it for so many years, and I'm not a fool, I've learned a little bit, but I really don't like it." ”

Siqing looked at him and thought to himself, did he really just learn "a little"?

"Don't change the subject, hurry up and think about your drawing. Huai'an said, pressing her down on the chair and handing her the pen, "Time is running out." ”

She took the pen, was stunned a few times, dropped a few drops of ink, and sighed: "I don't have an idea yet." ”

The other party nodded silently: "Then you think about it, and I'll help you think about it." ”

After speaking, he pulled the wooden stool next to her and sat down.

This wooden stool was originally sat by Xiu'e, when Xiu'e was grinding ink here, she pulled out the stool and sat on the side, and when she didn't use it, she pushed it to the empty space under the desk.

After he sat down, the distance between the two was no more than a palm.

He leaned against the desk, his head on his hands, and looked at her sideways.

Siqing stared at the rice paper in front of him, motionless.

She was even more out of ideas.

Huai'an held his head and didn't move.

After a while, he suddenly spoke.

"Do you want to see those few drops of ink disappear with your eyes?"

Siqing was taken aback: "Ah, what do you mean?" She didn't react yet.

Huai'an swept the white paper on the table that had just been stained with ink with his eyes, looked at her again, and smacked his tongue: "Do you think it's difficult, your face is red, or didn't you think of it?"

She wanted to shake her head and say that no matter how difficult it was, she had to persevere, but when she heard the second half of the sentence, she unconsciously touched her face and changed her words: "Yes, I can't think of it, so I ...... it."

There was a hesitation between the two sides as to continue, but Huai'an didn't wait for her to finish, raised his hand and took the pen: "If you really can't think of it, then I'll give you two words, and you can make a reference?"

As he spoke, he leaned forward and put pen to paper.

The breath fell in front of Siqing, her breathing was sluggish, and her gaze slowly moved from the side of his face to the paper with his movements.

The two words on the paper are: Wangbei.

Her mind instantly had a certain number.

The ancient road is barren and smoked, a person leans on the side of the horse, looking at a lonely monument, the inscription is vague, and no one knows who is under it.

At the end of my life, looking back on the gloom, I have experienced the desolation of the world, and it is only now empty.

The people around her lightly put down their pens, still looked sideways at her, and smiled faintly: "How?"

"I couldn't have thought of anything better. She said.

"If you think it's okay, then let's draw?" the other party still returned to the posture of holding his head to look at her.

She turned her face uncomfortably: "Then I'll draw it and run in your name." ”

"No, you don't have to be like this all the time, what is the relationship between you and me, I am always behind you, what?"

"yes, you and me...... What is the relationship......" she muttered repeated.

"Okay, you draw well. The other party stood up, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her eyes, "I'm leaving." ”

By the time she came back to her senses and wanted to say goodbye, the man was already out of the courtyard.

She stared at a few ink dots and froze for a moment.

Then replace it with a new piece of paper.

For several sleepless nights, all her feelings and intentions were swayed in the painting.

In the pen, at the end of the desolation, I only feel that the floating life is nothing more than this.

After lifting the pen, it seems to have escaped into a place of calm and purification, and I deeply feel that if I die at dawn, my life will not end.

A "Monument of Hope" was finally completed.

She first showed it to Huai'an, Huai'an looked at it for a long time, there was not much time, he didn't detour this time, and said bluntly: "The ink color change is slightly simpler, I'll add a few strokes with you." ”

After saying that, he inked in front of the case, tapped twice on it, and handed it to her again.

She took a look at it, and her eyes lit up immediately, but she saw a white astragalus flower under the horse's hooves, which she had never seen before, but it made the whole picture instantly lose its sense of abruptness and become much more coordinated.

She handed it over to He Chushu for inspection.

He Chushu was overjoyed to see it, saying that this painting would definitely stand out and win in one fell swoop, his eyes staring at Siqing were full of incredulity, and he exclaimed: "What a blessing, what a blessing!"

Siqing bowed: "It is also Siqing's luck to be able to worship Mr. as a teacher." ”

He Chushu was silent for a moment, and he felt speechless.

Soon it was time to submit their works, and the crowds of people from all over the world were rushing, and in just one morning, the exhibition halls were full of paintings of all sizes.

Siqing also submitted the painting, and after registering the information, she went back to wait for the news.

After three days, the deadline for submission of drawings closes.

The next process is the first round of selection by the expert consultants of the art fair, and the works that are not in the past at a glance will be eliminated first, and then the 15-member jury composed of famous artists from all over the world will conduct the second round of evaluation and select the three masterpieces, and finally, Mr. Wang, the former president of the art fair, and a big figure who will be present on the day will make the final judgment and select the best works.

In order to remove personal subjective judgment as much as possible and ensure fairness, they are divided into three groups, and the paintings are also divided into three groups according to the applicants' household registration.

Because there was no threshold for the first round of receiving works, there are so many entries that they are overwhelmed, and although it is late, the lights are still bright.

Lin Shaowei stepped on the moonlight and slowly walked into the No. 2 exhibition hall.

Although he is the president, because there are too many peers who come and go, in order to avoid his bias, he cannot participate in or interfere in the entire selection process.

In the second exhibition hall, there are paintings from Xuncheng and several nearby places, and now there are two people sweating profusely.

Not long after one of the younger ones arrived, he saw Lin Shaowei coming over and hurriedly got up to say hello to him.

He nodded, sat down, and watched them about their work in silence.

I don't know how long later, he coughed a little, and said to the newcomer, "Xiao Xu, can you go and make a pot of tea?"

Xiao Xu listened to the sound and went.

There is only him and another person left in the exhibition hall, this person is also surnamed Wang, named Qian, much older than Lin Shaowei, and can be called an old gentleman according to his qualifications, but because there is already Mr. Wang, he has no title, and I don't know who called him "Brother Qian" first, and then he was called like this regardless of age or young, not only lost his surname, but also reminded him of his age at all times.

"Brother Qian. There was no one at this time, Lin Shaowei looked left and right, and said slowly: "I heard that there are women running for election this time?"

Wang Qian poked his head out of the painting: "Yes, I didn't pay attention, I'll take a look later." ”

"You don't have to look at it, I'll tell you directly, the little girl from the Meng family in Xuncheng handed in the painting. ”

"Meng family?" Wang Qian reacted for a while, "Is it Meng Ting'an's family?"

Meng Ting'an was deeply impressed by Si Gu Xuan, and his first reaction was naturally related to him.

"Yes, it's also Meng Hongxian's family. Lin Shaowei nodded and said: "It's the Meng Hongxian who once rejected us, his son Meng Tingan is now famous, and it is his daughter who is running for election this time." ”

"Hmph, I don't understand, why Meng Ting'an won the fame with those unpopular paintings!" Wang Qian has always been unaccustomed to Meng Ting'an's paintings, and last time he belittled his paintings to the point of being useless in front of a group of colleagues, but now he can only be like Lin Shaowei, he can't bear the mouths of the people, so he can only endure and keep silent.

"The Meng family has criticisms about both Taoism and faith, I really don't want to negotiate with them more, not to mention, can we accept a woman at the art fair?" Lin Shaowei was filled with righteous indignation when he saw him mention Meng Ting'an, and he already knew it in his heart.

"Of course not, what kind of system is that? Wang Qian slapped the table, "But, if that little girl is really good, we have to follow the rules, otherwise what else can we do?"

Lin Shaowei squinted his eyes: "It's not that there is no way. ”

Wang Qian looked at him and said, "You are the president, everything is up to you." ”

"If you have Brother Qian's words, I will say it bluntly, this is the name of that girl, you see her paintings in the primary, whether they are good or bad, just eliminate them!" he said, handing over a piece of paper.

Wang Qian took the note, held it in the palm of his hand, thought about it, and said: "But it's useless for me to eliminate alone, there are two other groups, if they all pass, I can't say anything." ”

"It's simpler. Lin Shaowei got closer and said in a low voice: "So that they can't see that girl's painting at all, isn't it." ”

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Xu walked in with the tea tray, Wang Qian glanced at the teapot, understood, and a smile hooked up on his lips: "I understand." ”