"Now the seven guests are learning the production of pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the studio, are several commentators and teachers ready? We're going to open the camera when we're ready. ”

Xu Qingmei just turned her gaze to the side after sitting down, and before she could say hello, she was interrupted by the staff, and a trace of unhappiness flashed on her face.

But before she could speak, Li Wanxuan, who was sitting in the middle, had already nodded with a smile: "Open it, just see how these little guys are learning." ”

The voice fell, and opposite the five people, the huge LCD screen that was originally in a closed state suddenly lit up, and four split screens appeared, corresponding to the four areas of pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Do these kids now know that the reviewer is already watching them?"

The PD in charge of this side saw that it was Shi Lao, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he hurriedly shook his head and replied, "I don't know." Shi Lao, in this issue of calligraphy and painting, the state of the reviewer and the guest in front of the camera is not to interfere with each other. The guests are only responsible for reflecting the inheritance of calligraphy and painting, and the commentators are only responsible for commenting on the performance of the guests. ”

"It's okay, that's more real,"

"That's what Shi Lao said."

Shen Yunqing lifted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes swept over the four split screens, and soon found the back of the ink block with his back to the camera in the second ink-making area, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously pouted with a smile.

After a while, he moved his gaze to the paper-making area in the lower left corner and looked at Shen Hechen, who was immersed in making a fan seriously.

If before entering this room, Xu Qingmei planned to observe Jiang Lingxi's performance under the camera.

But now, there is someone who interests her even more.

Picking up the tablet on the table in front of her, she seemed to be staring at the LCD screen like everyone else, but the corner of her eye and attention fell on the tablet in her hand.

In addition to the information of the guests, there are also the information of five commentators on the tablet.

After reading Shen Yunqing's information, Xu Qingmei only felt more interested.

It's actually a museum worker.

She has favored men from all walks of life, and has never tried the scholar type.

Especially the appearance and temperament of the person next to her are superior.

It's hard not to make her tickle!

Turn off the tablet, and then look at Jing Huai on the screen who is learning to make a brush with the master.

is obviously still the face that she admired before, and the classical temperament she likes is also there, not to mention the antique environmental bonus.

But no matter how you look at it now, it feels a little boring.

Li Wanxuan was sitting on the other side of Xu Qingmei, even if she didn't pay attention to it, she could detect the absent-mindedness of the little star next to her.

She couldn't help but sneer in her heart, if she could, she really wanted Mr. Shen to change seats with this Xu Daxing.

Putting aside this dissatisfaction, after focusing on the performance of the seven guests on the screen, she touched the microphone on her neckline, "The girl in the clothes who painted "Myanmar", the inkstone she wants to repair doesn't look very easy to repair, can it be repaired today?" ”

The two commentators sitting on the other side of her cooperated: "Compared to others, her task is indeed more difficult. ”

Li Wanxuan looked out of the camera, "What if this is not completed?" ”

PD's voice came out of the camera, with a bit of regret: "Then it can only be regarded as a mission failure." ”

Xu Qingmei also glanced at the little girl who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and carefully gluing the pieces regardless of her image.

There are two guests in the other three screens, and there is only this accommodation in this split screen.

Heart: I can't help myself!

There was a little more regret on his face: "I see that other districts are about to be completed, this girl in the clothes is really a pity." ”

Just when everyone didn't think that Suyi could complete the task, the voice of the last comment sounded, "Repair is a matter of practice makes perfect, the most difficult thing is the beginning, after learning how to repair is to keep repeating the process." You may wish to look forward to it again. ”

Li Wanxuan suddenly looked at Shen Yunqing past Xu Qingmei, thinking about it, and was about to speak.

"Mr. Shen deserves to work in a museum, and when it comes to restoration, we are laymen, and you are an expert. Then I will follow Mr. Shen and look forward to it, to see if this girl in the dormitory will give us a surprise in the end! ”

Li Wanxuan couldn't help but raise her hand and pinch her eyebrows.

Although the meaning of Xu Qingmei's words was similar to what she originally planned to say, but now that she listens to it, she always feels a little awkward.

Shi Lao had been paying attention to his wife's side, and when he saw her raising her hand and pinching her eyebrows, he knew that she was a little impatient.

Relying on the fact that there was no camera on his side, he frowned and glared at Xu Qingmei.

What about respecting the elderly, speaking in front of the seniors is called respecting the elderly?

Shen Yunqing listened to the compliments in his ears without a trace, his head was not deflected for half a minute, he looked at the screen intently, and changed the topic without a trace: "Shen Hechen's fan is ready." ”

Everyone was reminded by him, and immediately shifted their attention to the split screen.

"This guy seems to be the fastest. Wait, how did he run the brush area? ”

"I borrowed a brush, but I still plan to inscribe or paint on the fan?"

"I took the brush and went to the ink-making area, I guess it's really this plan."

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Jiang Lingxi looked at Shen Hechen who came in with a fan in one hand and a brush in the other.

The movement of pounding the ink ball in his hand is non-stop, and he still has the energy to chat: "Is your fan ready?" ”

With a little pride on his face that he couldn't suppress, the young man nodded reservedly, "It's done, but I plan to write a few more words on the fan, and it will be more perfect." ”

Qian Yaya raised her head weakly, looked at the fan in Shen Hechen's hand, and her little face was full of remorse: "You are too fast, I knew it earlier, I knew that I would have chosen this!" ”

After speaking, she looked at the ink group in front of her, and looked at the old master who gave Shen Hechen ink to the side with hope, "Master, ......"

Jiang Lingxi sat next to her, only glanced at the past, and then made up her mind, "Not yet." ”

"Huh?" Qian Yaya couldn't hold back her wail, "I think it's almost okay." ”

After the old master handed the ink ingot to Shen Hechen, he walked over with his hands behind his back, looked at the ink ball in front of the two of them, and shook his head, "No." ”

Jiang Lingxi was not surprised by this evaluation, she herself knew that the current beating was not yet hot.

Changed hands and continued.

Qian Yaya let go of the hammer, and after shaking her arm vigorously, she was a little unrelenting, "Then how long do you think you have to hammer?" ”

"At least three thousand." The old master stretched out three fingers, paused and said ruthlessly, "Xiao Jiang's piece has a thousand strokes, it's almost the same, you, two thousand." ”

Qian Yaya only felt that her eyes were dark, and she almost buried her face in the ink ball.

It also amused several commentators who were watching their performance.

After Shen Hechen borrowed the pen and ink, he originally planned to return to the paper silk area to write again, but when he thought that there was a Lu Sen in the paper silk area who was familiar with Lu Sen who talked a lot after getting a little familiar, he hesitated and moved a chair to stay in the ink-making area.

I found a clean inkstone directly on the table, dripping water to grind the ink, and after grinding, I dipped the pen in the ink, and wrote a few brush words on the fan with a wave of my hand.

Jiang Lingxi originally just swept towards him casually, and when he saw the few big characters on the surface of the sprinkled gold fan that had not yet dried, his eyes paused.

"You are the word...... Who did you learn from? ”

"Follow my cousin."

(End of chapter)