The set has always been noisy, especially under the influence of this hot weather, it is difficult not to make people feel impetuous.

But there is one exception.

The three-legged incense burner was lit with the scent of ice chips and mint, and the emperor sat idly in front of the wide bookcase.

Xu Ling'an grabbed the job of grinding ink on the side, watched Jiang Lingxi personally lay out the rice paper on the table table, and pressed the paperweight unhurriedly, and then picked a sheep's hair pen of moderate thickness suitable for painting, and twisted off the miscellaneous hair on the tip of the pen.

Finally, I couldn't help but ask, "What is my sister going to paint?" ”

Jiang Lingxi raised her eyes to look at her, and smiled and said, "You'll know later." It's okay to have the shade of ink, stop it. ”

Xu Ling'an hurriedly picked up the ink block, took the absorbent towel on the side to wipe the water stains on the ink strip and put it away, and stood quietly watching the sheep's hair pen dip in the ink, and then fall on the rice paper.

There was a commotion all around, but at this moment, she only felt that all those noisy sounds were blocked out of this square inch of books, and her mood was calmer than ever.

It wasn't until later that she learned that this was an atmosphere that could only be created inadvertently when painting.

Wei Xiao sat in front of the monitor and looked at the two figures not far away that were in stark contrast to the surrounding chaos, hesitated and still didn't bother.

He also beckoned a camera crew and whispered a few words.

Soon, a camera that had not been removed was quietly turned on again, aiming at Jiang Lingxi, who was painting, and the bookcase in front of her.

After filming for so many days, Jiang Lingxi has also been cultivated with some sense of camera.

Almost a few seconds after the camera turned, she noticed it, and the pen did not stop, continuing to scribble on the rice paper.

Half an hour was no more, no less, and almost when the staff of the props team appeared again, Jiang Lingxi just stopped writing.

Remove the paperweight and pick up the painting you just finished.

It's hot, and the ink dries quickly.

After the staff cleaned up the four treasures of the study on the table, they glanced at the painting in Jiang Lingxi's hand by the way, and their eyes suddenly lit up, "This animal painted by Mr. Jiang is so vivid!" ”

"Thank you."

After a few more glances, the staff left with some reluctance.

If only I could take a photo, I just don't dare to mention it.

The staff only dared to take a look from a few steps away, Xu Lingan didn't have this scruples, walked directly to his sister, and poked his head out slightly.

"This is, cat-goose fight?"

"Yes." Jiang Lingxi nodded, and looked at Xu Lingan with a smile, "What is the name of the painting I still have here, but it happens that you can give it up." ”

Xu Ling'an: "...... Isn't this name a little too simple? ”

She really just said it casually.

"The content of this painting is so simple, wouldn't it be right to call it a simple name?"

Jiang Lingxi beckoned to call the road zither that was already squatting not far away, took a marker, wrote his name and the name of the work in the back corner of the rice paper, rolled it up and handed it to the road kite, "Temporarily give you a task." Hand over the painting to the "Inheritance" program team of Imperial Capital TV, take a taxi, and come back to reimburse you."

Lu Zheng carefully took the painting, and his face was correct: "Guarantee the smooth completion!" ”

Jiang Lingxi patted her on the shoulder, "Go ahead." ”

Xu Ling'an watched Lu Zheng leave in a hurry, thinking about the lifelike ink painting that had just been named, "My sister's painting will definitely stand out." ”

"You have faith in me."

"Isn't my sister herself?"

"Well, there are still some."

After all, in order not to fall behind in front of someone, she had worked hard even in her busy schedule.

*

Three pairs of half-eyes, hundreds of works of different styles and levels.

The reason why it is said to be three and a half is naturally because among the four people in the room who are commenting on the works, although Shi Lao also has the ability to appreciate, he is not a special guest reviewer of the calligraphy and painting chapter, and he only has the right to express his opinions, and does not have the right to decide whether the work is selected, so he can only be counted as half.

Li Wanxuan had already put on her reading glasses, reluctantly closed her eyes and rested for a while under her husband's reminder, and opened her eyes again in less than five minutes, "How many works are left to see?" ”

"There are more than ten copies of the works left, and there are more than 20 electronic copies left." One of the two commentators replied cautiously, "Mr. Li, Shi Lao, you see it's almost noon, why don't you wait for us to have lunch and come back to see it?" ”

Shi Lao nodded, "I agree." ”

He also feels sorry for his wife's eyes, he hasn't been so tired for a long time!

Don't look at the fact that there are two commentators besides his wife, but in his opinion, these two people simply don't have any opinions of their own.

Wanxuan said yes, these two people knew that they agreed and said yes, Wanxuan said no, and these two people shook their heads.

It's good now, only his family Wanxuan is affected, and he has to look at them all!

The two people who were secretly complained: It's not that they don't want to mention it, but it's true, when it comes to the appreciation of calligraphy and painting, they can't compare with Mr. Li!

I have experienced that Mr. Li is mad at the director of the program group before, so they dare not say anything.

As a result, Li Wanxuan shook her head, "Don't worry, I'll go to dinner after reading the remaining ten or so." ”

Shi Lao: "......"

He glared at the two people who were looking at him, "Look at what I'm doing, and then look at the work!" ”

Don't look at him at home to listen to Mr. Li's words, this is outside, you still have to listen!

It took more than half an hour to finish reading the rest of the works, and the group of four people left the room.

"Why don't you go to the bamboo fence house near the TV station to eat, I'll treat you."

Li Wanxuan looked at her husband suspiciously, "I heard you say that there is a canteen in this station, and it tastes good." ”

"Oh yes, it's on the second floor."

"Then go to the cafeteria to eat, it's so hot, don't toss back and forth."

The one who proposed to go out to eat his treat smiled awkwardly, "It's okay too." ”

It was time for the meal, and the meals in the cafeteria were all ready-made, and the four of them ate silently in a low-key manner, and left after eating, without attracting the attention of others during the whole process.

walked to the elevator entrance, waited for the elevator door to open, and Li Wanxuan's eyes fell on the little girl standing in the corner after coming up to the elevator.

On a roll of rice paper in her hand to be exact.

Lu Zheng couldn't help but hold his breath when he saw this somewhat serious gaze, and subconsciously shrank into the corner.

She was afraid that the work given to her by Sister Xixi would be crumpled and dirty, so she wore sunscreen gloves all the way and brought it over.

Li Wanxuan noticed the little girl's vigilance, smiled helplessly, and took the initiative to ask: "Little girl, what you are holding in your hand is the work that signed up for "Inheritance and Calligraphy and Painting"?" ”

Only then did Lu Zheng dare to look up, and when he saw the old man standing in front of the elevator door, his eyes exposed above the sunscreen mask suddenly widened, and he subconsciously exclaimed: "Shi Lao!" ”

Shi Laozheng lowered his head and pressed the elevator door button, turned his head when he heard the sound, and just saw the little face of the road kite that had just taken off the mask and was a little red, frowning and thinking for a while, he raised his eyebrows, "I remember, you are the little assistant next to Jiang Xiaoyou, called Zheng, right?" Why did you come over at noon, Jiang Xiaoyou, why are you alone? ”

Seeing an acquaintance, Lu Zheng suddenly became less nervous, "Shi Lao, Sister Xixi is still filming on the set and didn't come, I'm here to help her send the signed works." ”

"Sign up? Opus? Shi Lao's eyes fell on the roll of rice paper in Lu Zheng's hand, paused, and said quietly after a while, "Don't tell me, Jiang Xiaoyou also reported the calligraphy and painting chapter of "Inheritance"!" ”

He's an old man, he can't stand being scared!

(End of chapter)