Wang Qian rummaged through the painting for a long time and found Meng Siqing's name, and when he saw the painting, he was stunned.

Ran quickly rolled it up and took it to the back porch.

Holding the pot in his right hand and about to pour it, he suddenly heard footsteps from far and near, accompanied by the movement of greeting him, he rolled his eyes, pressed the painting under the flower pot next to him, and got up in a panic.

The visitor didn't see his actions, only looked at the pot in his hand, and couldn't help laughing: "How thirsty is Brother Qian?"

He smiled but did not answer, and led the people inside.

After a long time, when there was no one else, I came to look for it, but I couldn't find it.

When he thought about it, he probably had been taken away as a discarded thing, and that would be better, without him having to do it.

So Anxin continued to select, and soon changed the group and put into a new round of screening.

The first round of screening finally ended after seven days. Out of more than 3,000 paintings, only a few hundred remained, entering the second round of screening.

Siqing spent these few days in the Meng family's difficulties, and she didn't wait for the notice of defeat, so she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, it seems that the first round has passed.

She didn't know that her paintings might not be sitting in the surroundings.

The second round began very quickly, and it was actually more difficult to select three out of the hundreds than to select the hundreds. The fifteen famous artists from all over the country did not dare to slack off, and after considering for several days, they left ten cards first, and then slowly selected from these ten sheets.

In the end, there are still four left, and which one to eliminate is a matter of opinion, and it is impossible to make a decision.

When the last day came, the day had to come out, they were still undecided, the artists were sometimes stubborn, no matter how many cows could not pull back, they were unwilling to change their minds, they argued with each other, and finally decided to make these four paintings public, and invite local masters and members of Sigu Xuan to discuss them together.

Of course, the final decision is still in their hands, and they have to take a wide range of opinions as a reference.

On this day, He Chushu was invited, he was first proposed to be a member of this round of jury, and he thought that Siqing's painting was among them, so he refused the invitation in order to avoid suspicion, and did not do the review today, just to give some reference opinions, so he didn't have to avoid suspicion like that, so he agreed.

As soon as he came, he saw Siqing's painting and couldn't help but be excited, but since his students were selected, he still felt that it was better not to express any opinions.

Wang sneaked in, and also saw the picture of the "Monument" at a glance.

He almost didn't stand firm under his feet, and looked at Lin Shaowei questioningly.

Lin Shaowei was also looking at him, and his eyes were clearly saying, "You ask me, I still want to ask you what's going on?"

He couldn't help but think about it, what was going on, that is, the painting didn't have time to be poured, but shouldn't he have run back with long legs?

It's okay to run back, and I survived the primary, and now I may enter the second election.

"No, you can't let it go to the double check. He thought to himself.

So, he was the first to express his opinion: "The brushwork of this "Wangbei" is immature, and the brushwork is not smooth, and at first glance it is a novice in the painting world, and I haven't even touched the entry, so I suggest that this one be eliminated." ”

When he said this, a few people agreed, and compared with the other three, Siqing's basic skills could indeed see the gap.

He Chushu wanted to defend a few words, but he was afraid that it would be self-defeating, so he could only patiently wait and see.

Some people echoed, and some people objected, and they saw a humane: "The masterpieces handed down since ancient times, not the lines, but the meaning, this painting is extremely cold, but it is pure and empty, which makes people shocked, and the heart has its own far-reaching, and I think that the top three are not unreasonable." ”

He Chushu recognized that this was the shopkeeper Xu who was good at appreciating historical sites, and his copying skills were superb.

After he finished speaking, there were many people who held the same view.

The two sides then engaged in one argument after another, and also made judgments on the other three, giving a precise analysis of the strengths and weaknesses.

On this day, in this small waiting room, famous artists from all over the country, local authorities, and professional advisors of the art fair, despite their own opinions and arguments, are really a grand occasion in the history of art.

He may not have a chance to gather such a group of people again in the future.

In such a discussion, Lin Shaowei and Wang Qian's selfishness is no longer enough, and He Chushu's partiality is not enough to worry about, although everyone is different, but adhering to the belief in art, this selection has been fully professional and notarized.

The intensity of the discussion continued to rise, and I don't know how long it took, but in the end, two of them entered the finals without suspense, while the picture of "Wangbei" and the other "Flying South" each won seven votes from the jury, and the decision has not yet been made.

There is only one person left who has not yet voted, and his opinion determines who will be eliminated.

This person first looked at "Nanfei", stroked his long beard, and said leisurely: "Wang Hufang's painting has a Shanghai-style style, although it is too bold, but as a late-born junior, the skills are exquisite, and the future is promising. ”

He looked at "Wangbei" again, still brushing his beard and said, "Is this a little bit less......"

He Chushu listened to what he said, and sighed silently, but after thinking about it, Siqing hadn't studied for long, and it was very good to be in the top four, and there was nothing to be sad about.

It's just that she can't learn porcelain painting, but it's still a pity.

And Wang Qian was secretly proud, and raised his eyebrows at Lin Shaowei: It's still done.

Lin Shaowei didn't have much joy, although his selfishness was achieved, but the elimination of a little girl didn't seem to make him very happy.

In their hearts, they heard the people on the judging table suddenly say: "This flower is ......"

Everyone's eyes followed his hand and fell to the picture of "Wangbei", a person in front of the monument stood leaning on a horse, and the place he pointed to was a white flower under the horse's hooves.

Without waiting for others to respond, the old man replied to himself: "Tu Tu." ”

It's time to bloom the flowers, where life returns, where the flowers end, and the bleakness is boundless.

There was a whisper around him immediately, and there was another comment on this flower alone, but this time the views were much the same.

The person on the jury tapped the drumble with a trembling hand and said, "I choose this one." ”

There were nods and silences, but no one stood up to refute them.

He Chushu clenched his fists excitedly, if he didn't care about his image, he was only afraid that he would jump up and clap his hands and laugh, he couldn't wait to tell Siqing the good news immediately, but someone kept pulling him to chat, he couldn't get out, but when he talked to people, he couldn't hide the joy on his face.

And some people are happy and some are sad, Wang Qian is secretly resentful, and he also got Lin Shaowei a white eye.

He felt uncomfortable, and left the scene alone, sitting under the pavilion in the courtyard, unable to figure out what was happening.

When he was sulking, he saw Xiao Xu, who was in the same group as him, running over, and said with concern: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's fine. He squeezed out two words.

"I must be too tired, this selection is really a big project, this time I found out that our painting world is full of talents, many of the works of the younger generations are good, and there are even women, which really opened my eyes. As he spoke, he glanced at Wang Qian's face and saw that Wang Qian's face was bluer than Fang Cai.

He thought for a moment and said, "It seems that your spirit is very bad, so let me tell you something funny, and you must be happy to hear it." ”

He said coldly: "What's the matter?"

Now except for Siqing's painting being eliminated, nothing can make him happy.

Xiao Xu cleared his throat and said: "A few days ago, I passed by the back porch, and I accidentally caught a glimpse of a piece of drawing paper under the flower pot, I originally thought it was a discarded one, and I planned to pick it up and throw it elsewhere, but as soon as I opened it, guess what, it turned out to be the work of our candidates, isn't it strange, how did I run there?

"I don't know!"

"This painting, not only passed the primary selection, but now it has also passed the second selection, and it is about to enter the final evaluation, it is the work of the woman surnamed Meng, "Wangbei"!" Xiao Xu said that he stood up in excitement, "If I hadn't found it under the flower pot, wouldn't it have buried this good painting, you say, isn't it very gratifying?"

"It's good if you're happy!" Wang Qian said through gritted teeth.

Although Siqing risked with "meaning", the other two selected works are also convincing and excellent.

He Chushu took a closer look at the two paintings, and after he went back, he comforted Siqing first: "It's not easy to be able to enter the top three, I'll persuade Brother Meng when I go back, maybe he can still allow you to learn porcelain painting." ”

Si Qing also knows in her heart, the authors of the other two paintings are already famous in the art world, how can he compare with them?

The selection of Chinese paintings lasted for more than a month, and finally ushered in the final evaluation on this day.

The final assessment is public, the venue is located in the Jiyue Building, the Jiyue Building is also in the West Garden, there is a stage inside, it was originally the private theater of the big family, there is a two-story small building directly opposite him, the decoration is luxurious, called Drunken Mingxuan, the second floor of Drunken Mingxuan is the best stand.

Nowadays, Jiyue Tower has become an exclusive venue for a series of large-scale public activities nearby, and the drunken tea hall opposite has also become a default resting place for dignitaries and dignitaries when they visit the garden.

However, today's open selection, whether it is the contestants, or the people nearby, they can come to see anything they want, as long as they don't go to the drunken Mingxuan, and honestly stand under the stage of Jiyue Tower.

However, although it is open, the final decision is only made by the two of them, and Mr. Wang has a pivotal position in the art world, and he also has a very high professional quality, and his opinion is beyond doubt.

I'm afraid that the big man invited today: Prince Gong, may not be a person who knows how to paint, if he has the intention to stir up, isn't that a complete waste of a really good painting?

Moreover, it also took the hard work of all the artists in the last round.

Compared with the previous round, this final evaluation is child's play from a professional point of view, but such a large-scale selection activity, without inviting the official court to sit down, seems to have lost its majesty.

Sometimes the government and the people need to borrow money from each other, and when a non-governmental activity is given an "official" name, it instantly becomes very convincing.

So, Prince Gong still invited.

He Chushu arrived early with Siqing, Huai'an, and Ting'an, and Cheng Yiheng heard the news and hurried over.

There are a lot of people in the audience, there are candidates who have been eliminated from all over the world, and they want to see how different the paintings of the top three are, and there are also literati and ink writers who know a little about Danqing, and they are attentive to the audience in the attitude of learning and learning.

Siqing's painting was hanging on the stage, she wanted to get closer, so Cheng Yiheng and Huai'an took the lead and squeezed forward with a few people.

After some hard work, they finally pushed away a few people in the first row and "honored" to stand at the front. In the meantime, Huai'an also stepped on someone's foot, and when he saw that it was a half-sized man, he rubbed his head to apologize.

The boy didn't speak, but moved to the side in disgust and gave way to them.

After standing still, Huai'an gasped and said to Cheng Yiheng: "Anyway, you are also the only son of Lord Cheng, why didn't you give you a privilege when the prince is on top today, and you still have to squeeze around in the crowd?"

"My father doesn't dare to ask the prince for any privileges, not to mention that I also came out on my own today, and I can put on a position by dragging my family like you, but Meng Huai'an, don't talk about me, you are still the cloud cavalry captain of Lafayette, aren't you crowded here?"

Huai'an immediately raised his hand and shouted: "What kind of cloud rider, I don't remember what the old man's parents looked like." ”

He didn't have much respect for what he said, and he was afraid that he would be listened to, so he looked left and right, Cheng Yiheng on the left, and the half-sized boy who was stepped on by him just now, it didn't hurt for the child to hear it, and he was relieved.

Someone said there was a silence, so the noise disappeared, but when Lin Shaowei walked to the stage, he greeted and introduced Prince Gong first.

In order to show kindness, the prince stood up and waved his hand to everyone, his eyes swept in the crowd, and when he fell to the front row, he suddenly had a shock, and hurriedly wanted to curtsy.

Lin Shaowei saw that he was so polite to the people, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, and followed the direction of his salute, and happened to see Meng Huai'an and Cheng Yiheng.

He frowned, not knowing where these people got such a big face.

These people themselves were confused, and Huai An even asked in a whisper: "This is really the prince, isn't it his slave pretending?"

Cheng Yiheng replied: "You really haven't seen the prince, he is not unsightly, what is there to pretend ......"

"You've seen it, could it be that he just wanted to kowtow to you, what handle did you hold him?"

"You still won't let me live, I'll finish the game when people hear it. Cheng Yiheng frowned and said: "How do I know what's wrong with him, why don't you say that the direction he is facing is on your side, this is the emperor's treatment, then again, the old man in the palace likes you so much, don't you ......?"

Before he finished speaking, his sleeves were suddenly pulled, but he heard He Chushu whisper to them: "There are many people, keep your mouths shut!"

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