The performance on the stage continued, Qiao Yingying and their audience were quiet and not very noticeable offstage, until the audience closest to them found out that the canvas in front of them was still snow-white half a day later. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A whisper sounded, gradually spreading from the corner, and it didn't take long for even Tang Miao and the others to pay attention.

"What's going on, more than half of the ceremony has passed, and it's still blank, it can't be that it can't be drawn, right?" Xu Yuexi glanced in Qiao Yingying's direction, raised her eyebrows and said.

Tang Miao hooked the corners of her lips: "This kind of live improvisation cannot guarantee success, and the backstage must have prepared a painting." ”

"It's just a gimmick. Xu Yuexi shook her head and smiled, her eyes swept over Qiao Yingying's back, and there was a trace of disdain in her eyes.

The small and fragmented voice behind him fell into Guan Mufeng's ears, his expression did not change at all, his ink-colored eyes turned slightly, and his gaze fell on the paper that gradually returned to white under the tip of her pen, and a trace of gentleness crossed his face.

The program on the stage was coming to an end, and Qiao Yingying and her classmates also put away their pens one after another, standing aside, waiting for the final announcement.

In this way, the entire easel and snow-white painting paper fell into the eyes of all the audience, and suddenly there was a burst of discussion in the audience.

Xu Yuexi smiled at first, and when she saw the calm look on Qiao Yingying's face, she frowned again.

"What are you doing, you're still so calm after all the blank papers. She muttered.

Tang Miao's brows furrowed quickly on her smiling face, and the uneasiness in her heart became stronger and stronger.

"As the finale of today's school celebration ceremony, we invited a few guests to come to the stage to open the ceremony in person. Towards the end of the ceremony, the host finally put Qiao Yingying's works on the stage, and also invited the guests in the first row to the stage.

According to the host's arrangement, Qiao Yingying and other students took the prepared clean brushes and walked onto the stage to hand them to each guest. Qiao Yingying's position was exactly opposite Guan Mufeng, and as the two of them got closer and closer, her heart hung high, and her head hung down unconsciously, not daring to look at him.

Handing the pen to him, her cool fingertips inadvertently touched his warm palm, Guan Mufeng's chest throbbed, and then took the brush and thanked him lightly, with a calm expression without a trace of waves.

Qiao Yingying quickly retracted her hand, her head hung lower, and she took a step back to stand behind him before she dared to quietly look up at his tall back.

Guan Mufeng and other guests swiped a brush dipped in water across the paper, and the wet paper gradually showed deep and shallow thick ink.

The guests all showed a look of surprise on their faces, and the audience below also exclaimed when they saw the picture displayed on the screen, and then slowly held their breath with the gradual change of the picture, nervous and expectant.

As the tip of the guest's pen continued to swipe across the drawing paper, a five-meter-long ink painting scroll of the campus gradually jumped onto the paper, with green trees and groups of students under the trees in front of the door.

There was sporadic applause from the audience, and then it became more and more neat and louder, and the guests on the stage also showed a look of satisfaction and appreciation, looked at the art students behind them, and applauded.

Qiao Yingying and Shen Wanqiu glanced at each other, and also pursed their lips and laughed softly, happy that they hadn't seen for a long time, as bright as a bright flower. Guan Mufeng, who was slightly sideways, caught a glimpse of this smile, and his expression unconsciously softened, but he immediately turned around.

The art on stage generated the stars of the scene, attracting everyone's attention. Tang Miao glanced at several senior alumni in the entertainment industry around her, and saw that their eyes stayed on Qiao Yingying for a moment, and a thick haze flashed in her eyes.

The ceremony came to an end in such a warm and amazing atmosphere, and Qiao Yingying and the others also retreated to the backstage.

Just as everyone was happily packing up their things and discussing where to go for dinner, the teacher suddenly walked in and called Qiao Yingying out.

"The principal said that the guests are particularly interested in your painting today and want to know more about it, so he wants you to go to the noon banquet together. Pack up and come with me. The teacher said with a smile.

“... Oh, okay. Qiao Yingying hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement, went in and said hello to Shen Wanqiu, and followed the teacher out of the venue.

The school leaders had already set off to the hotel with important guests, and when Qiao Yingying arrived, they were chatting in the buffet banquet hall and chatting happily.

"Hey, come on, come on, this is the student who came up with the idea of this finale painting, called..."The principal thought hard, "It's called Qiao Yingying, right?"

Qiao Yingying nodded, a shy smile blooming at the corner of her mouth. Among the guests around the principal were highly respected artists, well-known entrepreneurs, and celebrities from all walks of life. Qiao Yingying didn't care about it at all, and after her eyes swept over Guan Mufeng, who was standing on the principal's left, she only dared to stare at the ground.

The other guests next to him also gathered after noticing the principal's introduction, and their eyes looked at Qiao Yingying, full of curiosity.

Tang Miao stood in the crowd, staring at her with heavy eyes, and the hand holding the wine glass clenched slightly. She glanced at Xu Yuexi, who also had an unhappy face next to her, her eyes flashed, and she whispered a few words in her ear.

"Come, Mr. Qiao, can you introduce to everyone, where is the mystery of today's painting?" The principal smiled and pointed not far away, it turned out that the painting had been brought over, and it was lying on the easel for people to look at.

Qiao Yingying nodded, walked over, and introduced the painting to everyone.

Because she was a little nervous, her voice was soft and soft, and her speed of speech was slower than usual, like spring catkins, soft and comfortable.

After listening to her explanation, everyone showed a look of sudden admiration and even more appreciation for this painting.

At this time, a female voice whispered: "This kind of paper and ink is so amazing, I just saw a blank paper in the audience, but Qiao and they were not nervous at all, and they thought they were just going on the stage to perform!"

The school leader smiled slightly when he heard this, his eyes swept over Xu Yuexi, who was speaking, and the displeasure in his heart had to be suppressed first. Today, the school invited not only guests who have a good relationship with the school, but also about Mu Feng, who participated in school activities for the first time, and of course attached great importance to their impression of the school.

Qiao Yingying was slightly stunned when she saw Xu Yuexi and Tang Miao next to her, and forgot to reply for a while, and her unexpectedly stunned expression fell into the eyes of others, which inevitably gave her some other flavors.

The headmaster was about to explain, but someone spoke first.

"Just now this student has explained the particularity of the brush and ink, each stroke will disappear quickly, and only at the end of the ink with water will the whole painting be seen. Even if you prepare in advance, there is no guarantee that the painting will be completed. What's more, we saw the process of painting with our own eyes, and there is nothing to doubt. ”

Guan Mufeng's voice came into everyone's ears, and the quiet tone was particularly convincing, everyone nodded one after another, all the doubts in their hearts dispersed, and Qiao Yingying's eyes became more and more appreciative.

Hearing his familiar voice, Qiao Yingying's dark eyes lit up, her heart was filled with warmth and sweetness, and she finally mustered up the courage to look at his position. Guan Mufeng's gaze also swept over her face, the two of them looked at each other, and separated with a little panic, they couldn't help but take a deep breath, and their heartbeats accelerated a lot.

"The magic of this ink is eye-catching, but what is this painting, we are all laymen, and we really can't see it!" said another woman with a beautiful face in the crowd, and there was a faint displeasure in Qiao Yingying's gaze.

Her words actually hit the minds of many people, but they were embarrassed to express them. Since painting is so difficult, even if it is barely completed, how good can it be?

Tang Miao curled the corners of her mouth and looked at Qiao Yingying's eyes with a hint of disdain.

You see, you're just so annoying, I don't do anything, people hate you.

This time, it was still not the principal's turn to speak, and a slightly chubby middle-aged man with a beard next to him said to the principal with a smile: "To complete such a large and very difficult painting in such a short period of time, and to achieve such an artistic effect, this class of art students is very good!"

As soon as he said this, no one on the scene questioned the quality of Qiao Yingying's painting.

On the way here, the teacher was very considerate to Qiao Yingying to make up the information of today's important guests, and as an art student, Qiao Yingying herself has also learned about modern and contemporary art masters, so she smiled back happily and modestly: "Thank you for the compliment." ”

Wen Ran is a painter, and when he looks at his works, he naturally does not pay attention to the tricks of superficial grandstanding. He praised their painting skills, Qiao Yingying was very happy, and her eyebrows and eyes were crooked.

"Hey, you're the little girl in the opening video, right? You're doing a good job, you're versatile!" A man in his thirties and forties next to the woman who spoke earlier suddenly said, his eyes swept over Qiao Yingying, implying amazement and appreciation.

“... Yes. Qiao Yingying hesitated, nodded, and found that everyone's eyes in the banquet hall were focused on her, remembering Li Suxian's advice before, a trace of uneasiness suddenly rose in her heart.