The wind blows and the green shadows sway.

Liu Zhengqing finished writing the last word and slowly put away his pen, looked up at the sun that was gradually slanting westward, and wondered if the guy thousands of miles away was also watching this round of sunset.

Thousands of miles together Chanjuan, and in addition to Chanjuan, he and Chu Feng shared this imperial examination.

Jinshike may be very different from painting, but now that it is almost over, everyone's mood should be about the same.

It doesn't matter if you can win it, or if you fall into Sun Mountain. In the end, an extraordinarily torturous matter has ended, and there is a faint feeling of amazement in this kind of relaxation, Liu Zhengqing feels that Chu Feng, who is thousands of miles away, can also feel it.

In September, the autumn colors in the south of the Yangtze River are not particularly rich, but there is also a bit of autumn flavor.

Liu Zhengqing looked at the slender white cloud above his head, and thought to himself that after finishing this exam, he didn't know where Chu Feng, this kid, would go back and be happy...... There must be a lot more fun places in Tokyo than in Hangzhou......

Of course, Liu Zhengqing didn't know that under the same blue sky, completely different stories happened.

Chu Feng spent a few minutes grinding the ink of half of the inkstone, and did not dare to delay any longer, so he took the brush from the guard's hand, smiled lightly and thanked it, so he directly dipped the ink and waved it.

Originally, he used light colors in his paintings, but now he still has time to provoke the layers of paint, so he only uses ink to adjust.

He was a little anxious in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. In the eyes of others, he is still doing his own things step by step, and there is no eagerness and anxiety.

Lord Yang looked at him and nodded slightly. I thought to myself, no matter what this child's drawing skills were. The ability to calm down in this encounter is not something that ordinary young men can do.

The previous painting was painted twice. If you draw it again, it will naturally be faster. But even so. Chu Feng's time was still not enough.

He only had about twenty minutes left, and if he carefully sketched it according to the delicate brushwork before, the time Chu Feng needed would be at least an hour.

He has no way to wait for another four years, and after four years, he still doesn't know what the fate of the Northern Song Dynasty will be, let alone the art academy?

Now the opportunity is his only chance, and as Bon Jovi sings in the song, Nowornever has no other choice.

So, Chu Feng made a decision.

He gave up Gongbi painting.

Directly picked up the large Zihao. Chu Feng was full of ink, and his pen was flying.

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Chicken Soup for the Soul after a thousand years often says that when God closes a door for you, He also opens a window for you.

Whether this sentence would have worked during the Xuanhe period of the Northern Song Dynasty, Chu Feng did not know, but he at least knew that in this era, the missionaries had not yet come out of the dark Middle Ages and the pace of the Crusades. It's still a long, far way from the real East.

Whether God really existed, and whether the reason why the window automatically opened when the door was closed was related to aerodynamics, these were all questions that Chu Feng could not know.

But Chu Feng understood some truths from Fang Cai's experience.

Some for his painting department Qiu Yan. I'm afraid it will play a decisive role.

That pot of tea ruined Chu Feng's sketch. Burning manuscripts to break infatuation is an aesthetic that belongs exclusively to weak women like Sister Lin, and if a big man is allowed to do it, it will only show hypocrisy and cowardice. There's really nothing to praise about it. Fortunately, Chu Feng experienced water instead of fire, and. He stood there watching the missing guards as he stood up to avoid the tea that was close to boiling temperatures. And in the process of negotiating with the two adults, he saw something.

To be precise, Chu Feng saw a lot of things.

These things are not only limited to the smile that flashed on the face of the guard Qu Zhenhai, nor are they just the views and feedback of the two adults on this matter, nor are they just the different reactions of the candidates in this autumn landscape subject......

When Chu Feng stood up, when he smiled lightly and talked to a few people, and finally decided to deal with the results and walked to the empty table behind him, Chu Feng saw a lot of things—the drawings of other candidates.

Yes, in other words, such a sudden thing happened, in fact, giving Chu Feng a chance to cheat.

And this is the window that God opened for Chu Feng.

He saw most of the people's drawings, and to Chu Feng's surprise, almost all of them had similar layouts.

Chu Feng suddenly realized the helplessness and boredness of the examiners, a topic was set, a poem with a lot of meaning, but after retracting more than a dozen paintings, he found that the layout and artistic conception of these paintings were almost the same.

It's really a boring thing to flip around with the same.

What Chu Feng saw was such a scene.

And what made him speechless the most was that almost all of them drew a waterfowl on a flat boat...... I thought it was quite innovative, but in the blink of an eye, I found that it was just something that most people thought of at the same time, which is indeed a very ...... Indescribable feeling.

If you change to someone else, you may panic at this time, or be impatient, or even break the jar and fall, especially in the unbearable pain on the back of the right hand, which will give birth to some extreme emotions.

Chu Feng is not without emotions, nor is his emotions weaker than ordinary people. Anyway, he is just a seventeen-year-old boy, he has not experienced any storms, and the most bumpy thing in his life is just the divorce of his parents.

And the indifference and bearing he usually shows are actually not really magnificent. Didn't he hear about Xie Anshi, who was still able to calmly play a chess game with others after the battle of Weishui was prosperous. is not Ji Shuye who faced the advent of the god of death, and could also play a song "Guangling San" in the execution ground.

He is actually just a seventeen-year-old boy with some talent in painting, and as for the kind of bearing he shows, the actual reason is only that his reflex arc is longer than that of ordinary people, and his emotional feedback on what is happening in front of him is much longer than that of normal people.

This is like meeting an unreasonable person, normal people will instantly surge a wave of anger from their chests because of the other party's anger, but Chu Feng will not. He will calmly deal with the things in front of him, and he doesn't seem to have any negative emotions because of the other party's unreasonableness.

However, the calmness at that time does not last forever, and this anger will slowly dissipate afterwards, like ink in water, and the process of completely dissipating will not be particularly fast.

The arc of your own emotional reflex is relatively long. This is Chu Feng's judgment of himself.

In a way, this judgment is indeed accurate.

Just like now, the panic and anger are just a condensed ink spot, and the ink has just fallen into the clear clear water, and there is still some time before it really disperses.

So Chu Feng was very calm, he observed a lot of things with a pair of eyes, judged a lot of things with a clear mind, and then, he was ready to use the skills of his own hands and the knowledge given to him by his vision after a thousand years, to finish painting the painting in his hand.

If you can't draw finely, then use freehand!

Everyone drew waterfowl on the lonely boat, so they discarded it and changed it to a boatman!

If you are not good at drawing the facial features of the characters, then you will paint the boatman as a lazy and lying posture, with a straw hat covering his face, and avoid mentioning it!

Others use waterfowl to express loneliness, so he uses a boatman who has no one to cross to reflect loneliness.

No one crosses the wild water, and the lonely boat is ...... all day long

Originally, this was an indescribable and protracted loneliness.

It's loneliness, not loneliness.

A few brushstrokes outline the lonely boat, and the sword goes to the edge of the freehand landscape.

This is the best Jedi counterattack that Chu Feng can make, but no one can say what the effect will be.

The two examiners had already come over curiously, and when they saw the picture scroll made by Chu Feng, their faces showed all kinds of different colors.

The back of Chu Feng's hand was faintly oozing blood because of the exertion, but he didn't have time to rest.

Qu Zhenhai had been taken away by his superiors, and he looked confused and blamed himself, but Chu Feng knew in his heart that the possibility of finding this person in the future was probably very small.

It's not that I don't want to ask why, and it's not that I want to swallow my anger. It's just that the more important thing is still on the pen than revenge.

The so-called ink is not simply a simple existence.

The light ink of the distant mountains in his hand was not thick enough, Chu Feng frowned slightly, and at the moment when the bell rang outside the window, he abandoned the pen and used the "bandage" of his right palm to dip some ink, and slanted it several times on the scroll, making the painting complete.

The examiner's facial expression was almost distorted, Chu Feng raised his head, let out a long breath, and finally relaxed.

It was only at this time that Chu Feng realized that his back was already sweaty, and his legs were sore. Fang Cai's calmness, I don't know how to pretend to be.

Sitting on the chair and breathing and breathing, Chu Feng watched his sketches being taken away, watched everyone in the room leave one by one, and watched the light of the slanting sun outside the house gradually dim.

After a long time, Chu Feng was truly relieved.

The sound of footsteps came from far and near, and the owner's impatient and hurried mood had already been heard from afar.

"Scared the hell out of me! I heard about you, Brother Chu, you ......"

Xiao Ting rushed in the door and saw Chu Feng sitting there, looking like there was nothing wrong with it, so he thought that the others were making up stories and being alarmist, so he relaxed and smiled and walked closer and closer.

However, his words came to an abrupt end after seeing the mess on Chu Feng's body.

"Your hands are really burned! So what are you still doing here stupidly! Why don't you go find Lang Zhong yet! ”

Xiao Ting's eyes widened, and he hurriedly dragged Chu Feng up.

The autumn wind is bleak, but it is not the flood that is surging.

Chu Feng looked at the leaves outside the window that emitted golden light under the setting sun, felt the cheerfulness of the autumn breeze, and thought to himself, Liu Zhengqing's kid's life should not be as bumpy as himself! (To be continued.) )