In addition to the guests, there are also many staff members who are busy behind the scenes.

However, at this moment, the guests had to copy the paintings, and everyone tacitly kept quiet, even the necessary movement was light.

Zhang Nachuan didn't say anything when he saw this, only a trace of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

Looking at the young juniors who were carefully observing the painting and didn't notice him coming in at all, they couldn't help but nod.

Calligraphy and painting, the most taboo is impetuousness!

Then his gaze shifted, and he saw one standing in front of one of the tables.

immediately frowned, and walked quietly under Xu Qingmei's expectant eyes.

Although his steps were light, Jiang Lingxi, who was paving the colors, still heard it.

I even heard that one of the people's feet was heavier and the other was lighter, thinking of the old Mr. Zhang I saw before, the crutches in the other party's hand, and who the owner of the footsteps was, so I could guess it without looking up at her.

Lowering his eyes, his subordinates did not pause at all, and dropped a stroke again.

Zhang Nachuan saw that another conspicuous bag after Lu Sen's kid was a female doll, and the reprimand that had already reached his mouth paused, frowning and thinking about how to teach a tactful lesson, while casually glancing at the rice paper that had fallen several strokes.

However, when I looked at it, I couldn't say anything I wanted to reprimand.

He stepped forward and stood next to the table, watching another stroke fall on the rice paper.

Silence, silence again!

Although the other party came over, he didn't make a sound, and Jiang Lingxi didn't have the habit of talking to people when painting. So the old and the young maintained such a strange state, one still put down the pen unhurriedly, adjusted the color, changed the brush, and the other looked on the gradually enriched rice paper, and did not move.

It wasn't until she finally looked at Qian Yaya, who felt that she knew what she knew, turned around and saw Mr. Zhang standing next to Jiang Lingxi's table, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, breaking the silence of this corner.

With a slightly dissatisfied gaze at the old gentleman, Qian Yaya shrank her head cowardly, and when she passed by the other side of Jiang Lingxi's table, she didn't dare to stop to see how much she had drawn, and quickly walked back to her own table.

The observation room was also quiet.

Xu Qingmei looked at the old man who was silently standing next to Jiang Lingxi on the split screen for some reason, and the movement of her fingertips tapping the desktop unconsciously sped up a little.

Why don't you open your mouth to reprimand? What are you doing just looking at Jiang Lingxi's messy paintings?

Some suspicious voices sounded from the side, "Could this be a ......"

Before she finished speaking, she stopped, Xu Qingmei tapped her fingers on the table, and heard someone ask one step ahead of her: "Mr. Li, what do you see?" ”

Li Wanxuan's eyes were locked on the split screen belonging to Jiang Lingxi at the moment, looking at the plain white finger holding the brush on the screen, the tip of the pen fell lightly on the rice paper, each stroke seemed random, but inexplicably with the meaning of a bamboo in the chest.

As the colors on the rice paper were rendered little by little, there was a faint sense of turbulence.

She moved her mouth, but she still didn't tell the guess in her heart, "Let's take a look when the painting is finished." ”

To be honest, she wasn't sure.

After all, this kind of painting technique is so rare that it is at risk of being lost a long time ago, and even she has only seen it on ready-made paintings, and has not seen anyone use it in her paintings.

Xu Qingmei couldn't help but glance at her, and then looked at Mr. Zhang, who was still standing silently beside Jiang Lingxi on the split screen, only to feel that her heart was falling straight down, and the initial excitement was long gone.

Time passed minute by minute, and Qian Yaya and Jing Huai were still a little apprehensive, for fear that Mr. Zhang would suddenly move from Jiang Lingxi's side to him.

They don't have the confidence to have an invigilator like Mr. Zhang staring at them and still copying the paintings calmly.

Until he noticed that the old man didn't move towards them at all, although he stood next to Jiang Lingxi for some reason, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Sacrifice one person, happy others!

Zhang Nachuan changed his hand to crutches, and Zhang Ye, who was standing outside the camera, noticed his action, hurriedly stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "Uncle, I'll help you go back and rest for a while." ”

Zhang Nachuan waved his hand, keeping his eyes on the rice paper on the table in front of him, like an invigilator who was staring at the candidates, and also commanded in a low voice: "You can just bring me a stool." ”

This time, Rao is Zhang Ye couldn't help but look at what Jiang Lingxi had drawn on the paper, which actually made his uncle not want to leave for a moment.

This look was also stunned.

Although he never studied calligraphy and painting, his uncle once bluntly said that he had no talent in this area.

But after being the director of the Museum of Calligraphy and Painting for so many years, my eyesight and appreciation ability have also been cultivated over time.

The painting in front of him was obviously not finished yet, but when he glanced at it, he suddenly had a feeling of being swept in by layers of water vapor.

Looking at the painting on the wall that was copied from the past, the blue waves on it are a little quiet, like a stream of water gently covering your calves.

But the copy in front of you has the momentum of a wave that kills you.

Is this really copying?

Remembering the old man's instructions, Zhang Ye couldn't help but continue to look at it, and soon after turning around and leaving, he moved back a cushioned chair and put it behind the old man.

The sound of the chair falling to the ground finally made Jiang Lingxi's action of cleaning the brush pause, and she turned her head to look over.

Zhang Nachuan just sat down and just looked up.

After the old and the young sat and stood silently looking at each other for a while, Jiang Lingxi continued to wash his pen, and Zhang Nachuan implemented his plan to be a nail household.

At this moment, the three people standing next to him were completely relieved, and at the same time, they couldn't help but wonder, why did Mr. Zhang stare at Jiang Lingxi?

Qian Yaya silently sympathized in her heart for a few seconds, and took advantage of the kung fu of stepping forward to observe the original work again, and when she passed by Jiang Lingxi's table, she had the courage to glance at it quickly.

With just one glance, her mind couldn't help but go blank for a moment.

When I looked at the original work on the wall again, I still had a glimpse of Fang Cai echoing in my mind.

"Finished?"

"Hmm."

It's so simple that it can't be simpler, and if you don't even get close, you can't even hear it.

Jing Huai's pen action slammed suddenly, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that the blank space of the rice paper had fallen a little, and his face suddenly turned a little pale.

I must not be able to withstand the pressure of being stared at all the time before I chose to end it hastily, otherwise how could I draw so quickly!

Only by thinking like this could he calm down as soon as possible to make up for the mistakes that had just occurred, and his ears automatically ignored the soft voice of Mr. Fang Cai.

This is under the camera, Xu Qingmei is watching their every move in the observation room, he must not lose!

(End of chapter)