A good architect must be a good painter. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And Jue Tong is a figure who can compete with the designers who enter the room.

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"Don't!"

Seeing that the homeless man was about to swing the brush at her drawing, the girl's eyes suddenly widened and she screamed.

At the same time, she was no longer afraid, and reached out to take back her pen.

Every hand-painted work is precious to the painter, even if it has flaws.

Watching the homeless man ruin her own hard work, of course the girl can't do it!

The girl leaned almost half of her body on Juetong's body, and her hands were clasped tightly in the palm of the day.

While grabbing the hand of the dove tree, he looked at the dove tree angrily.

However, when the eyes of the girl were met, the heart that had not been concerned about sacrificing his life to protect the painting at that moment instantly faded, and only a pair of bright eyes remained in his mind.

"Oh my God, why are his eyes so pretty."

"How can a homeless man's eyes be so pure? So deep? ”

The little girl's pretty face was covered with a layer of red, and her crystal clear skin seemed to be broken by blowing.

Letting go of the day's arm, the little girl played with the corners of her clothes a little twisted.

When she remembered her own painting, she looked up at the painting in a panic, but at this time, the large pen of the dove had already fallen on the paper.

The painting on the paper is the Louvre gradually entering the sunset, which is very beautiful and magnificent.

Anyone would be careful with such a beautiful painting and would not bear to destroy it.

But Bai Jue Tong is different, pick up the brush, and do not stain any paint, directly in the pen washing pot to dip the water.

Then, with a large swing of the pen, it fell rudely on the picture in the girl's frightened eyes.

Along the inexplicable trajectory, large swaths of brushing.

Soon, the color of the sky part of the previous picture has become a whole hu, no longer an orderly, layered paint...

The girl covered her eyes and turned her head sideways, unable to bear to look directly, feeling aggrieved and complaining about her previous uncompetitive reaction.

Facing the ruined painting, Jutong didn't react in the slightest, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and a hand randomly touched a crumpled napkin from his pocket.

Then put down the brush and wipe it off with a paper towel.

He was fast, and in just a few minutes, the napkin was already sweeping through most of the frame.

He didn't stop, his eyes sharpened, as if he could see the trajectory of the light in the sky in the picture.

His hand holding the tissue swept through the sky along the trail of light...

Paper towels absorb moisture and paint...

"Damn it, this bum..."

But the girl turned her head slightly, and the gap between her fingers covering her eyes quietly widened, and through the gap, the girl was ready to look at her painting again.

But just this glance, she was stunned.

Half of the words that cursed in my heart were swallowed back at the same time!

As the movement of the dove tree proceeded rapidly, her hand covering her eyes turned into covering her mouth, and her eyes opened wide, revealing full of incredulity.

Astound!

Except for shock, the girl no longer knew what to use to describe her emotions at this time.

Is there anything more incredible than a homeless man who can turn decay into magic?

I saw that, under her gaze, the original destroyed painting was restored little by little, and it had a new charm!

And this charm, the girl found out at the first time, that it was what she lacked, and it was the bottleneck that she had been looking for for a long time, but she couldn't find!

Under the hands of the ancient palace, the warm light swirls in the ancient palace, and the light is everywhere, giving life to the picture.

Every time the hand holding the paper brushed by, there was a trail of light.

The Louvre seems to have crossed the long river of history, and it has been reborn in the contemporary era, long and harmonious.

"This painting is for you!"

The girl was still in shock, but she was awakened by the sound of the dove tree.

I saw that the watercolor painting was taken off the drawing board, and at the same time handed it to the girl, and said.

"I'll lend me a sketchpad, and paint, and watercolor paper."

Without waiting for the girl to respond, Jue Tong followed and took care of the drawing board, paper, and paint behind her back.

Stuffing the Louvre painting he had altered to the girl, Jue Tong looked at her watch, shook off her two long legs and ran out!

"This is my painting!" The girl held the painting, and just muttered a sentence and reacted, her beautiful eyes suddenly widened, and she shouted loudly in the direction where Jutong ran away: "Hey, hey! That's my drawing board! ”

"And my paint, my paper!"

Seeing Jue Tong running away, the girl reluctantly changed her words and shouted: "My name is Xu Banxia, I am at the Paris Academy of Fine Arts, remember to come back!" ”

"Paris is Paris, and a homeless man's painting skills are so good, maybe he can compare to my mentor."

The girl, or Xu Banxia, carefully opened the watercolor, her big eyes bent into crescents, and she only heard her mutter.

Until this time, Xu Banxia did not think about this homeless man to the Chinese designer who designed the Louvre.

After all, the designer who could design the Louvre was too far away for her.

There are forty minutes left until the selection of the Grand Palais is impressive.

But at this time, Jue Tong didn't plan to continue to give up!

With a sketchpad on his back, he ran wildly down the avenue, looking around from time to time and waving to stop the car.

The Grand Palais, located on the Champs-Élysées in Paris, was built to host the 1900 World's Fair.

After the World Expo, the other buildings were demolished, leaving only the Grand Palais and the Eiffel Tower as symbols of France and the city of Paris.

Beads of sweat left on her forehead and slid down her face.

He let out a rapid gasp from the violent running.

Sweat soaked through the clothes and even smelled, and the whole person became more and more messy!

On the way to the Champs-Élysées, almost all pedestrians were attracted by the sound of rushing with a painting bag on their backs.

At this time, the Grand Palace was resplendent with gold, and the long red carpet began to be rolled out from the entrance, and the red carpet was occupied by journalists from all over the world.

Luxurious vehicles stopped in front of the red carpet, and French high-class aristocratic ladies in luxurious dresses appeared from time to time and entered the Grand Palace.

In addition to these aristocratic ladies, there are also artists, celebrities, celebrities, and big-name movie stars who are invited to witness the selection...

The scene was extraordinarily enthusiastic!

In the 30-minute countdown, the 11 selected design institutes began to appear one after another.

A neat convoy stopped, and the designers wore handmade suits and walked the red carpet with polite smiles on their faces.

From time to time, they stopped to sign to the reporters or bow slightly.

At the twenty-minute countdown.

There were two convoys in front of the red carpet at the same time.

In this case, the later it is, the bigger the name.

Seeing this, the reporters became more and more excited to shoulder the camera and aim at the convoy.

Sure enough!

When the aged Baron Williams, on crutches and supported by his young assistant, stepped out of the car, the spotlight suddenly flashed.

Instead of stepping onto the red carpet, Master Williams waited quietly for the convoy behind him.

Fifteen national museum directors and thirteen artist judges got off one after another, but Master Williams did not approach, just nodded slightly from a distance, and then slowly stepped on the red carpet with the team.

The master's eyebrows were gray, but there was a transcendent calmness and calmness on his elderly face.

Even on such an eye-catching red carpet, the old man is still pacing slowly...

It wasn't until all the Williams Masters team entered the Grand Palace that the jury began to enter under the leadership of Master Miller.

The Grand Palais is illuminated and lavish to the extreme.

Tonight, this is the focus of France, the focus of the world!