Drawing is something that you can do with practice.

Different from Western sketch oil painting, Eastern Chinese painting pays more attention to freehand, which means that sometimes, this feeling is the inspiration of the whole painting.

However, in the midst of so many onlookers, and in such a noisy environment, the difficulty of painting will definitely be greatly increased.

Not only that, but some people have already seen some doorways, and the two young judges seem to be targeting Yang Fan.

There will be more veteran players who persuade: "Young man, don't be impulsive, if they don't believe that you drew it, then adjust the monitoring, and everything will fall into place." ”

A female painter next to her, who also seems to be painting Chinese paintings, still has ink on her hands, but she said eagerly: "Sir, don't fall for some people, this seeing that the rematch is about to start at eleven o'clock, and now it's ten forty, not counting the time to walk over, I just left you less than 10 minutes." ”

Ten minutes, to draw a picture, in principle, is basically impossible.

If it's the kind of painting that only has a painter and no soul, there are still some opportunities, but this is a Chinese painting, so there is no chance at all.

Even that old man Yuan looked at Yang Fan with a kind expression, and said seriously: "Young man, hurry up and take the retest, here are us old guys on top, I think who can turn the sky up?"

This is basically a strong support for Yang Fan, but to everyone's surprise, Yang Fan shook his head slightly, stared at the two judges, and said in a calm tone with a hint of coldness: "Thank you, thank you for the love of several judges and teachers, but my temper is relatively stubborn, if these two judges feel that my level can't enter the venue, then I don't mind showing them it!"

As he spoke, Yang Fan turned around and wanted to go back to get pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

The two young judges were happy to see this, their task was to prevent this guy from entering the semi-finals, and now that there was no chance, it would be good to delay a little time.

Besides, this guy was able to draw it in just a few minutes, so maybe he can't do it now, right?

Everyone made way for Yang Fan, and he took the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone from the position where he was sitting, and then hugged his fists and said to Liang Lao: "Judge, teacher, can I borrow your judges' table to use it?"

Liang Du admired this stubborn young man, who was very similar to him when he was young, so he nodded with a smile and said, "It's just a table, young man, you can use it!"

Moreover, in order not to put pressure on Yang Fan, he also added, "Young man, if you can draw at this level this time, you can reach seventy percent of your one, old man, I can consider taking you as an apprentice!"

Yes!

The master of Chinese painting from the capital actually said that he wanted to accept Yang Fan as an apprentice? Everyone present gasped.

However, when I saw the shrimp still alive on the rice paper that had gradually dried, they all closed their mouths.

Yang Fan didn't agree, but he didn't refuse either, just smiled at the old man, and began to continue grinding ink on his own.

He grinded very slowly, pressing the inkstone with one hand and slowly rotating with the other, while grinding, his eyes slowly cleared.

When the layman saw Yang Fan like this, he couldn't wait to jump to his feet, but the judges showed appreciation in their eyes.

Painting this thing is about concentrating, that is to say, when you want to draw this thing, you need to focus all your energy on this thing in all directions, and you can't be disturbed by external things.

And Yang Fan seems to be wasting time now, but in fact, he is taking advantage of the gap in ink grinding to find that faint inspiration.

The two young judges over there also flashed a deep look of jealousy in their eyes.

The judge, named Aoko, even did not hesitate to pretend to sneeze, and then coughed heavily a few times.

It wasn't until in the contempt of everyone, and under Yuan Lao's gaze that he was able to kill, he smiled stupidly and didn't dare to make a little more noise.

Everyone looked at Yang Fan quietly, but Yang Fan himself seemed to have fallen into a very calm state, his whole temperament slowly scattered out, and his consciousness fell into enough emptiness.

In the depths of his mind, he seems to be a shrimp living in a small river, and like a lobster in the boundless sea, galloping in different environments, as if as long as there is water, it is enough for him to exert his full strength.

In an instant, that inspiration swept through Yang Fan's heart like lightning, and Yang Fan just caught this, he suddenly withdrew his hand, and in the second when everyone was dazzled, the brush had already been copied in his hand.

Lifting the pen and flipping, Yang Fan's pen is sometimes vigorous, like a pine standing proudly in the cold snow, sometimes soft, like a breeze blowing people's hearts.

He skillfully used the method of thick ink to break the light ink, and in less than two minutes, a live shrimp was already alive on the paper.

Everyone has already looked stupid, they have seen the fast gunner, but they have never seen such a fast one, big brother, you are drawing, not doing photocopying work, as for that fast?

By the moment Yang Fan put down his pen, everyone was speechless in shock, and after being silent for several seconds, they broke out into deafening applause.

Someone looked at the watch in his hand, and then looked at the shrimp on the rice paper, his face was swollen and red, but he still shouted loudly: "I'll go, it's less than three minutes, 2 minutes and 52 seconds!"

In such a short time, others estimated that they couldn't even draw a shrimp head, but Yang Fan had already drawn all of them.

And not only did they draw it, but they also painted it so perfectly, which made these contestants who love to paint admire.

Qingzi's cold sweat flowed down, and the whole person was like ashes, he didn't expect Yang Fan to be really so fast, he didn't hesitate to let others despise him, and did this kind of behavior that destroyed the painting, but he still let him finish it!

He can already think of his consequences, not only will he not be treated by the big man behind him, but he also offended this master of calligraphy and painting from the capital, which is really not worth it!

That's right, this Director Liang is not only good at painting, but also calligraphy is also a must. Even compared to his painting skills, calligraphy is more than a notch.

Liang Laoluo stood up from his position, compared with those young contestants, he is a veritable master of calligraphy and painting, from Yang Fan just started to write, ink, this series of actions, he is very accurate to capture.

It was precisely because of this that he was even more surprised in his heart, if he only saw a young man's hand, he would not be able to think that this was a real master of painting skills!

Grandmaster, that is a big man who founded the sect! The current Chinese painters, the painters who can be called grandmasters, are simply not a handful of hand.

Looking at this young man's brushwork, although it seems to be a little insufficient, this deficiency is only a deficiency in painting skills, and the artistic conception revealed by his whole person in the process of painting really makes a master like him feel very envious.

It is said that there are geniuses in this world, and they can do things that ordinary people can't do in a lifetime at a young age, this kind of statement Liang would not believe before, but this young painter made him have to believe and be impressed.

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly moved, he looked at the blank half of the upper right corner of this rice paper, and couldn't help but say, "Uh, young man, I have a request, I don't know if you can agree?"

Yang Fan had already detached himself from that artistic conception at this time, and when he heard the old judge speak so politely, he hurriedly replied: "You are too polite." ”

"Hehe, that's right, I see that although your painting is vivid and flexible, it is a bit monotonous, can you let me match a pair of calligraphy to make this painting more flexible?"

"The seniors gave Mobao, and the juniors are grateful! But this time is indeed a bit rushed, or the juniors will leave these two paintings here, and the seniors will do it?"

"That's very good!" Old Man Liang touched his beard, with appreciation in his eyes.

This young man has some meaning, at a young age, his paintings are so outstanding, but he can treat people with such respect, and he can also put down his elders and be extremely humble, and for a while, his heart can't help but be a little hot, such a young man with both character and talent, if he doesn't make a move, won't he want to cheapen others?

Seeing the back of Yang Fan's group leaving, Old Man Liang glanced at the two old friends beside him again, coughed a few times, and said nonchalantly: "What do you two old things look at, my old Liang's apprentice, what crooked thoughts can you two carry behind your back." ”

As soon as he said this, the old woman Wu was a little uncomfortable, and glared at Lao Liang fiercely, her voice a little sharp.

"What's the matter, Lao Liang, the children didn't say they wanted to worship you as a teacher, is your hand a little stretched?"

"That's it, the young man just asked you to inscribe, you old thing, you feel so good about yourself, if people refute your face at that time, I see where to put your old face!"

Lao Yuan also said with a smile, but compared to those two people, he was not in a hurry at all.

His own disciples and grandchildren are already in groups, if he can get this young talent, it will definitely be good, but if he can't get it, he doesn't have much regret.

And the people who hadn't left yet, wanted to see the old Liang's anxious pen with their own eyes, but saw the old man's face showing displeasure, put the brush aside, and then lightly rolled up Yang Fan's two sentences, and strode out of here.

The other two old judges also looked at each other and smiled, quite a little can't help laughing. This old thing, in the capital, talent is also ranked first, but it's a pity that this donkey's temper can't get the appreciation of some big people.

But that's why they look up to him, don't they?

……

On the other side, in the small auditorium on the right-hand side, when Yang Fan's large group of people passed, the retest competition was just about to start.

Yang Fan hurriedly handed over his participation card, and the staff member took a purple lamp to shine it, and then said expressionlessly: "Go in!"

Yang Fan nodded, and said to these colleagues behind him: "Everyone, I'm in!"

Xiao Li has been shocked by Yang Fan's exposed hand, and now he is also blindly confident in Yang Fan, "Come on, Teacher Yang, we all believe that you will definitely win the championship!"

"Come on, but don't put too much pressure on yourself, just do your best, we will always be your most solid backing!" Qilu wanted to go over and pat Yang Fan's shoulder, but when he saw a few security guards on the side, he withdrew his hand stupidly, and still encouraged.

"Xiao Yang, you are a very talented person, I believe that you will definitely realize your own value, we are here, waiting for you to return triumphantly, and wash the dust for you!" Sun Fatzi patted his stomach a little boldly, and looked at Yang Fan with a smile.

The other colleagues were also gossiping, all of which were words of encouragement to Yang Fan.

And some expressionless staff on the side also showed eagerness at this time, and said with a somewhat unkind expression: "If you can't get in, the game is about to start, if you don't go in, get out of here as soon as possible." ”

A fire rose in Yang Fan's heart, but he was suppressed in an instant, he didn't need to deal with these people, he had to use his strength to make them not speak, thinking of this, he didn't look back, so he stepped into this small hall.