Pen, ink, paper, inkstone, fully prepared.

The surrounding spectators, who thought they could understand calligraphy and painting, also hurriedly gathered around, stretched their necks, and looked at the competition scene, which was originally noisy and noisy, and suddenly became quiet.

Except for the sound of breathing, there were almost no other chaotic sounds, and everyone was looking forward to watching the PK of the young talents from the mainland and Hong Kong who were rare to see this time.

As a master, six people from Hong Kong and the mainland also moved over to give their apprentices some advice and guidance, showing the intimacy between master and apprentice.

Lin Yi was also "advised" by the three masters Yue Han, Jiangdong and Wang Zhen.

"If it really doesn't work, you can draw a few strokes, and we'll help you round the field." These are Koto's words.

"Young people, seize the opportunity, even if you can't draw well, don't be too embarrassed." These are Yue Han's words.

"I believe you, Xiao Linzi, you still have a trick up your sleeve, haven't you? Hee-hee. These are the words of the old man Wang Zhen.

After listening to their "advice", Lin Yi only felt extremely depressed and dizzy, is this an encouragement to himself?

……

Since it is a game, then it is necessary to find a referee, and there is no one else who can take on such an honor on the scene except Mr. Hai Baichuan, the president of Huangyue Hotel.

Mr. Hai Baichuan also smiled and gladly accepted the invitation, and before the competition began, he said to the contestants very kindly, "You can play freely in this competition, and write or draw the works that you are best at." ”

"Although it's a competition, it's the first place to communicate, the second place to compete, and the third place, so don't have any pressure."

"I want you to remember that both Hong Kong and mainlanders are Chinese. No matter how well you draw or how good your writing is, it is all Chinese art, the essence of the ancestors, and the point is not to forget the roots, to have the same roots. ”

Although there were not many words, it made everyone feel very comfortable and excited to listen to, which also showed the unique personality charm of Mr. Hai Baichuan.

At least, Lin Yi admires this Mr. Hai a little, what is a big person, it's not how much money you have, nor how capable you are, but your ability to conquer others from personality.

But at this time, there is no time to think about this, for Lin Yi, it is time to start the game-

……

The white rice paper is spread on the wide tabletop, and the wolf brush is placed aside, the paper is good paper, the pen is a good pen, and the ink inkstone outlines a competition scene where everyone is about to paint.

Cheng Ying, Shen Meng and Zhong Jiabao all sprinkled some water into the inkstone in a grand manner, and then lifted their wrists and gently grinded the ink.

For them, this is the basic skill of writing and painting, only the ink is even, the tip of the pen is full, in order to better play their strength.

In contrast, Lin Yi was stunned again. That's right, he painted, but that time the ink and brushes were all ready-made, and like this, he had to do it himself to have enough food and clothing.

He has never milled ink, so he has to see and learn from it, and see how others make it, and he will fix it. So that the movements of people grinding ink are quite poetic, and his movements are clumsy and clumsy, which seems a little jerky and funny.

With such a comparison, the high and low come out.

Shame, the old man can't bear to look at it.

They never thought that Lin Yi didn't even know this kind of basic skills, looking at the appearance, he still learned and sold now.

Those viewers also have bright-eyed people, seeing this, they have already come to the conclusion that this mainland boy is doomed.

yes, if you don't lose, you'll blind my eyes.

Others chimed in.

In the face of this situation, this kind of discussion, Lin Yi felt a lot of pressure. The already unskilled ink grinding action is even more clumsy.

This time, the old man was not unbearable to look at it, but embarrassed to look at it, if there was a hole in the ground, they would go straight into it.

Lin Yi was still snorting and grinding ink, patting the white paper flat, and then looking at his three opponents, they had already begun to lift the pen, close their eyes, reverie, and outline the patterns in their hearts.

Lin Yi comforted himself, the turtle ran slowly, but he could still win against Bugs Bunny, take your time, and calm down-

What can be drawn?

Lin Yi was forced again.

In the past, when he was painting, he could involuntarily draw a big tiger, and it felt like a "ghost on the body", but at this time he was very sober, let alone a ghost, and he didn't even feel a ghost hair.

It's a very unpleasant feeling that you don't come when you should not come, and that you come out when you shouldn't.

Lin Yi complained, gritting his teeth and cursing, but it still didn't help. Looking at his opponent again, Cheng Ying has already begun to splash ink and paint, still outlining the landscape map, the mountains and mountains, jumping on the paper.

Looking at Shen Meng again, he also began to write, and even wrote a seven-word quatrain, the young woman in the boudoir didn't know how to worry, and she condensed her makeup on the green building in spring. ……

and that Zhong Jiabao, who actually sketched the image of a resentful woman with Shen Meng in perfect tune, with her hair in a slanted bun and her willow eyebrows and bitter cheeks......

These two groups must have done it on purpose, Lin Yixin said, this "resentful woman" was clearly laughing at herself.

Lin Yi analyzed with a strong sense of involvement.

But people laugh at you, what can you do? Lin Yi still didn't have any ideas, no ideas, his whole mind was blank, nothing.

Shame on you, how can this be?

………

At this moment, Lin Yi is like a "joke" standing on the stage, everyone else has already started to paint, and he is still standing stupidly, as if he can't think of anything, looking like an idiot.

Yue Han, Jiang Dong, and Wang Zhenyan couldn't stand it anymore, there were no holes in the ground, and they wanted to stuff their heads into their crotch.

Maybe we were wrong and shouldn't just be replaced by someone. Even the old man Wang Zhenwang has the mind to make a review, and he will definitely not make such a low-level mistake next time.

Time passed slowly.

Lin Yi was still grinding ink, on the surface it seemed to be conceiving, only he knew, he didn't know how to write at all.

Everyone around looked at him, waiting to see the joke.

Su Xue was very nervous, she didn't know how she could be like this, but Lin Yi's every move tugged at her heart.

Xu Dashao couldn't laugh anymore, he instigated Lin Yi to go up before, and thought that he really had some big tricks, but look at the current appearance...... I'm afraid I'm going to be ashamed.

Mr. Zhu was silent, his small eyes flashed, he was thinking about how to use Lin Yi's failure to advertise the company, from this point of view, the despicable and shameless Mr. Zhu is also a good employee, at least loyal to Xu's enterprise.

Xiong Agent and his MP2 widened their eyes, waiting for the "finale" of this game, from the aspect of friendship, they supported Lin Yi's "counterattack", but from the reality side, this is clearly a dream. (To be continued.) )