At this time, Bai Xuejiao also painted her own oil painting, and she stretched her waist with satisfaction.

Because she was too focused before, she didn't even notice Shen Lang who was sleeping heavily.

At this time, she found out that Shen Lang had been sleeping.

The paper he had pressed under him was still empty.

Seeing that Shen Lang had given up painting by himself, she was a little annoyed for a while.

Bai Xuejiao walked up to Shen Lang very unhappily and pushed Shen Lang's arm:

Do you think it's your own people who roll out on the ground? Have you forgotten who you came with? You roll out, not only your people, but also me and Ruoxi's people! Get up and paint, even if it's a piece of you draw, you can draw it for me!"

After Shen Lang was woken up by Bai Xuejiao, he looked at his watch, turned his head to look at Bai Xuejiao and said:

"Thank you for waking me up!

Bai Xuejiao was confused by Shen Lang's words, and didn't wait for her to understand what Shen Lang meant.

I saw that Shen Lang had walked up to her painting box and picked out a thick and large paintbrush from the painting box.

Then, Shen Lang returned to his canvas and dipped his thick brush directly in ink.

However, Shen Lang's process of dipping the ink can be said to be extremely careful.

After seeing Shen Lang's appearance, Bai Xuejiao was really angry.

This guy obviously doesn't understand fart, and he always looks like he's very good, so it's annoying, okay?

After Shen Lang dipped the ink, he swayed it directly on the canvas.

Bai Xuejiao unexpectedly watched Shen Lang swaying the ink casually and charmingly, and at this moment, she was attracted by Shen Lang's flowing movements.

At this moment, although Shen Lang doesn't know how to splash ink paintings, it's still fun to watch him move chicly!

After Shen Lang finished splashing ink, he immediately took a paintbrush and began to quickly sketch on the drawing paper.

The whole action is chic and handsome, and it is very charming.

Shen Lang's movements became faster and faster, and at this time, he actually put his hands together, holding a paintbrush in each hand and quickly sketching on the drawing paper.

Bai Xuejiao was shocked when she saw the situation that Shen Lang quickly sketched with two brushes at the same time.

It was also the first time she had seen someone painting with two hands at the same time.

Shen Lang's painting process was naturally seen by others at the scene.

"Haha! Look at that! He opened his bow left and right, and painted at the same time. Do you believe that his paintings are a piece of?"

"Look at his demeanor, it's amazing! I think this year's Golden Horse Best Actor should be awarded to him! Otherwise, I'm sorry for his serious expression. ”

Zhao Yonghe, who was on the high platform, saw the scene of Shen Lang opening the bow left and right, and his face became gloomy like water.

He didn't expect Shen Lang to be so pompous.

What did he think of painting, did he think of it as a performance, did he treat it as a show?

Painting is an art, and in his eyes, no one can afford to defile it.

At this moment, Shen Lang finally finished outlining the last place, and then put down the brush.

I saw Shen Lang finish painting. Bai Xuejiao slowly walked over from her position.

She was very suspicious that Shen Lang's painting was a mess of paste.

When Bai Xuejiao walked to Shen Lang's side and looked at Shen Lang's works intently, for a moment, Bai Xuejiao was stunned.

"How is it possible? how is this possible?" Bai Xuejiao whispered in disbelief.

After Li Ruoxi saw Bai Xuejiao's shocked expression, she was a little curious:

"What he drew shocked you so much, let me see it too!"

Li Ruoxi said as she walked this way.

At this moment, Bai Xuejiao suddenly blocked in front of Shen Lang's painting.

"Ruoxi, don't look at it! This painting belongs to me! Shen Lang, can you give me this painting? We won't let these people on the scene see this painting, although you painted it very well, but your painting has nothing to do with the theme mentioned by Master Zhao. Let the people on the scene see it, they can't appreciate it, they will only sneer and drink banter!"

"What did he draw? Why can't he show me? Also, if you don't let everyone identify, Shen Lang can only roll out sideways!" Li Ruoxi was very curious about what Shen Lang had painted.

"Again, I forgot about it. However, Miss Ben suddenly thought of a good way to make the process fair and impartial. After Bai Xuejiao finished speaking excitedly, she stood up directly and said to everyone:

"Master Yao, Master Zhao. In order to be able to do it fairly and fairly during the exhibition, I suggest that everyone hand in the picture scroll with this time. In this way, only a few people know whose work it is when we look at it, so that fairness and justice are guaranteed. ”

"Well, this proposal is good, we will implement this proposal! Now that the two hours have passed, you all have to hand in the scrolls!" Master Zhao stood up and said with a dignified face.

Ten minutes later, thirty or forty people present handed in their works, and the painting appreciation officially began.

Master Yao Peng personally went into battle and unfolded the paintings handed in one by one.

The first dozen or so paintings are mediocre, either depicting a giant peach petal, or a peach branch, or a peach tree.

The works of these people are more or less flawed, but they can be said to be reasonable.

When Master Yao unfolded the fifteenth painting, everyone's eyes lit up.

What catches your eye is two or three children chasing in a peach orchard, the breeze blowing, and the peach blossoms are flying all over the sky.

The child who ran in front of him turned around with joy on his face with a head ring woven of peach branches, and at this moment, the breeze came, and the child's sideburns were blown by the breeze.

This painting seems to put everyone in the peach orchard, and the naturalness and innocence of the child touched everyone's childlike innocence.

In the blank space of this painting, five square characters are neatly written, "Children's Spring Picture".

"Good! It's wonderful! It's so vivid. The child's demeanor and expression are vividly outlined. The brushwork of this painting is sophisticated, the lines are smart and expressive, and the iron line drawing method used is close to the point of perfection! It is really the back wave pushing the front wave! The author of this painting is not simple! It will definitely achieve a great climate in the future! I guess this painting should be from the hand of Qiao Honghai, right? After all, there should be no one on the scene who uses the iron line drawing method better than him!" The more Master Yao Xingbo looked at this painting, the more he liked it.

"It's just not talented! Master Yao is really as wise as a torch! The younger generation admires!" Qiao Honghai stood up respectfully and bowed to Yao Xingbo, although his movements were very modest and respectful, many people felt that his whole body exuded that arrogance.

"Teacher, you also comment!" Yao Xingbo looked at Master Zhao Yonghe, who had been carefully watching "Children's Douchun Tu".

"It's a real painting that reminds me of my childhood. Although Hong Hai painted me a prosperous peach orchard, in fact, what he wanted to show us was not these dead things. You look at the innocent, lively and playful scene of the three children, and the vigorous vitality exuded by these three children is what he wants to present to us. However, there are two shortcomings that I would like to point out. ”

"The first point: the kid who ran at the front grabbed the first ring, although he was laughing, but the smugness on his face was not reflected. The second point: The two children in the back should be unhappy if they didn't grab the headband, but the painting is full of smiles. In fact, our works are derived from life and taken from life. Therefore, we should observe and think more often, so that we can make good works, spiritual works. Master Zhao Yonghe commented on everyone in an orderly manner.

After listening to Master Zhao's comments, everyone nodded unconsciously, and admired Master Zhao even more!

Qiao Honghai's works have been praised by the two masters, and his face can't help but show a look of pride.

"Master Zhao. Qiao Honghai's works should be the best among all of us, is his old assistant the only one?" someone in the crowd asked enviously.

After Qiao Honghai heard someone ask like this, he couldn't help but tighten his tie.

"No hurry, no hurry, wait until you have seen all the paintings before making a decision. Master Zhao waved his hand.

Hearing Master Zhao's answer, Qiao Honghai did not show disappointment, but unconsciously glanced at Chu Mengmeng who was standing beside Master Yao.

In his opinion, only Chu Mengmeng was qualified to compete with him for the position of Master Zhao's assistant, and he didn't pay attention to the others at all.

After Master Zhao put Qiao Honghai's painting on another table, the painting appreciation continued.

Seven or eight mediocre works were identified in a matter of minutes.

A landscape painting of Taoyuan once again dazzled everyone's eyes.

The scene of this landscape painting is large, with rolling mountains, flowing water in the courtyard and a peach grove surrounding the courtyard.

Although there is nothing particularly attractive about this painting, it is also impossible to find fault, and it has also been praised by Master Yao and Master Zhao.

When Li Ruoxi stood up to claim the work, he was still shocked by many people.

Especially Li Yan, when she saw that Li Ruoxi's painting was placed on that special table by Master Zhao, the corner of her mouth glanced at Li Ruoxi's expression full of jealousy.

The next few paintings are mostly mediocre works.

At this time, Qiao Honghai saw the stitches and brought cups of warm boiled water to each of the two masters, Zhao and Yao.

Qiao Honghai's eyes were full of flattery, and at first glance, he was a person who was very good at stammering.

After the two masters drank boiling water, the painting continued to be appreciated.

When Master Yao unfolded the painting in his hand, everyone looked frowning when they saw the content on the painting and the bold characters inscribed in the blank space.

A few seconds later, a few people looked at the painting, and then turned their heads to look at Shen Lang, who was standing at the outermost part of the crowd.

"Shen Lang, this painting can't be your masterpiece, right?"

Finally, someone couldn't hold back and asked Shen Lang uncertainly.

Why is it uncertain?

Because this painting is a scene in a mountain village, although I didn't see peach blossoms, but the painting is very realistic, only Shen Lang is from the mountain village, but they don't think that Shen Lang can paint such a realistic painting, so they are a little puzzled.

"Yes, I painted this picture!"

The ghost blows the lamp