"Uh," all the people who can be the host of the national TV variety show are people who are quite strong in field control and expression management, but at this moment, the host was stunned and couldn't put away the stunned on his face at the first time, and his tone was a little embarrassed, "Mr. Xu, Shen Hechen's work has just been guessed by an enthusiastic audience!" ”

Xu Qingmei suddenly blushed and had a thick neck.

In fact, she regretted it after saying the name, she should have asked Jing Huai, who was also on the stage, to give her a hint in advance, otherwise the assistant who was guarding the edge of the stage under the gesture of her eyes would point her the answer.

In addition, she was thinking about how Shen Yunqing thought that "Cat and Goose War" was painted by Jiang Lingxi, and when it was her turn to guess the work, she subconsciously said Shen, and temporarily changed her words to Shen Hechen.

Just mistaken the only question to be scored!

I'm so dizzy!

Sensing the anger in Xu Qingmei's eyes, the host couldn't help but feel disdain in his heart after being stunned, and hurriedly improvised, "I guess Mr. Xu wanted Mr. Zhang to have the opportunity to participate in this link like everyone else, so he deliberately answered incorrectly, right?" ”

This reason, whether the person who hears it believes it or not, is still a reasonable reason.

Xu Qingmei's face was slightly softened, and she nodded slowly with an expression that she had actually guessed.

The audience: "......"

It's up to us to believe it or not!

Zhang Nachuan was not that interested in looking at Xu Qingmei's pretend, and when he saw the camera move over, he snorted unceremoniously, and then cleared his throat and replied: "Suyi, "Burmese Sheng". ”

He may have to look at other works twice to see who painted them, but this one, he can see at a glance.

If he and Shen Yunqing started to guess first, the audience would only need to guess the remaining five.

As a result, he was able to answer at a glance, but he was stunned to leave him a score question.

Zhang Nachuan is a little complicated in his heart.

Xu Qingmei, who can still answer the wrong questions when it is her turn to send them, has no good impression at all.

So before putting down the microphone, he reminded again in a light tone: "When the recording is over, let's go to the hospital and take a look at your brain!" ”

Although this was not named, everyone who heard it knew who it was meant for.

The audience burst into several uncontrollable laughter.

"Zhang Lao actually said what I wanted to suggest!"

"I have to say that Queen Xu Ying's expression management ability is really strong, she can still keep smiling when she hears this, admire and admire!"

Although Xu Qingmei could still smile on her face, she almost crushed her back molars inside.

This old man doesn't die, will he die if he doesn't say a word!

"Cough," the host hurriedly coughed lightly, signaling for the audience to put away the laughter, "Now the corresponding authors of the seven works have been guessed by the five audience friends and the two commentator teachers present, and the small gifts prepared by the program team for everyone have also been brought to the stage, now please come to the stage and receive it with our two commentator teachers." ”

The five people who thought they had delivered the gifts directly to their seats suddenly widened in surprise.

Mom, your son (daughter) is out of luck!

hurriedly got up, and almost got on the stage with his hands and feet in the envious and jealous eyes of the people around him.

When they stood in line facing the audience, the host picked up one of the gift bags on the trolley at hand, "Originally, the program team prepared gold silk paper fans for everyone, but in the link of looking at the work and connecting the author, an audience member proposed to like the guest Mobao, and the program team heard everyone's appeal, and also solicited the wishes of the guests, so a few blank paper fans were temporarily added for the guests to play, so now you can choose one of the two to receive." ”

"I don't know if the audience who proposed to want Mobao is on stage, your wish has come true!"

I could only sit under the stage and watch Qian Yicheng with a bright smile: "......"

In fact, this sentence can not be asked, it is really too heart-wrenching!

Of the five audience, only one person chose a gold-sprinkled silk paper fan with higher visual inspection value, and the remaining four all took a blank paper fan to find the corresponding guests, either asking for words or a simple ink painting.

It is worth mentioning that the one who chose to sprinkle the gold silk paper fan was the one who accidentally blinded the works that Jing Huai made up in the later period.

Seeing Shen Hechen and them surrounded by the audience and began to write and draw on the paper fan, Jing Huai, who was alone again: "......"

This is a bad show, he really doesn't want to stay for a minute!

And the brother who chose to sprinkle the gold silk paper fan stepped down from the stage, and as soon as he sat down, he heard his companion ask him: "Everyone else wants Mobao, why did you choose a different one?" ”

"If it's other guests, then I'll definitely choose a paper fan to ask for a Mobao or something, maybe one day the guest will become famous, and this Mobao will become valuable. But the one I guessed, forget it, it is estimated that it will be the life of ashes if you ask to take it home, and it is better to sprinkle gold silk paper fan! ”

Companion: "Makes sense! ”

"Hehe, I'm not going to trade at a loss."

After arranging for the audience to find the corresponding guests, the host looked at Shen Yunqing and Zhang Nachuan again, "The program team can't favor one over the other, the two commentators and teachers are also qualified to receive small gifts, but I don't know whether to choose a gold silk paper fan, or a paper fan with our guest Mobao?" ”

Although she asked, she had already subconsciously taken the gold-sprinkled silk paper fan that had only been given away so far.

In her opinion, Mr. Zhang himself is the Taishan Beidou in the calligraphy and painting world, so he definitely can't look down on the calligraphy and painting of a little junior.

Although the other Mr. Shen is not a well-known figure in the field of calligraphy and painting, with the nature of his work, he has definitely more masterpieces of calligraphy and painting and even historical masterpieces than she has seen in museums, and it is estimated that he will not care about the ink treasures of the guests.

Since I don't care, it is naturally more likely to choose a gold silk paper fan.

Zhang Nachuan and Shen Yunqing glanced at each other, and the two of them almost said their choice in unison: "Blank paper fan." ”

The gold-sprinkled silk paper fan that the host had just picked up in his hand fell back with a click.

"Ah, good, good!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly took two blank paper fans and handed them to the two of them.

Jiang Lingxi looked at Shen Yunqing, who was walking towards her, and waited for someone to come over and take the blank fan, "What do you want me to draw?" ”

Shen Yunqing was about to speak, but after a pause, he first reached out and covered the wheat pinned to his neckline, and then replied, "As you like." ”

Jiang Ling raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice, "I'll just draw casually." ”

"Hmm."

So the audience could only see the two of them say two sentences briefly, and Jiang Lingxi spread out the fan and picked up the pen to prepare to start work.

"How can these two people still whisper behind everyone's back on stage, is there anything we can't listen to?"

"Which brother knows lip language, I just want to know what they said behind everyone's back just now, I'm curious now, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep when I go back tonight!"

"I can see it."

"Which one?"

"The last sentence, Mr. Shen should have replied."

A few pairs of ears that have already been erected around: "......"

They want to hit people!

It's true!

Compared with Jiang Lingxi and Shen Yunqing's relaxed and casual, Su Yi looked at Mr. Zhang standing in front of her, and always felt that the old man's eyes looking at her contained too many things.

In the end, she broke the silence first, "I wonder what Mr. Zhang wants me to draw on the fan?" ”

Zhang Nachuan pondered for a moment, "Let's draw a sunflower." ”

Accommodation: "......"

She couldn't help but open her mouth, a little stunned.

I never thought that the old man in front of her would let her draw sunflowers on a paper fan!

Which of the plum orchids and bamboo chrysanthemums is not more elegant than sunflowers, and is more suitable for the fan surface of this paper fan?

However, she can also draw this sunflower, and this is the first painting that Teacher Jian taught her to draw.

Without further asking, she picked up the yellow and green paints.

This time, the audience sitting in the audience did not have the opportunity to see what the guests had drawn through the big screen, and the program team respected the wishes of several viewers on the stage, after all, Mobao was given to them personally, and it is understandable that they want to appreciate it alone and are reluctant to share.

If you can't sit still, you can go to the next exhibition hall to enjoy other registered works.

Qian Yicheng sat in her position and didn't leave, she didn't forget the purpose of coming here in the first place.

Looking at Jiang Lingxi, who was seriously drawing something on the stage, and then looking at Shen Yunqing who was standing aside, she couldn't help but rub her fingers.

I don't know if I will go over later, what is the probability that Mr. Shen is willing to transfer the paper fan drawn by Miss Jiang to her?

Shen Yunqing, who was secretly poked and poked in mind, was looking down at the animals that were gradually forming on the blank fan.

It is a crane standing on the shallow water and spreading its wings to fly into the sky.

It seems to be really improvised.

After painting the crane that I want to give to someone the most, when I was about to put down the pen, Jiang Lingxi looked at the large blank space on the left side of the fan, pondered for a moment, dipped it in ink, and wrote again: "The red top should bear the sun, and the frost feather will not stain the mud." ”

If she were asked to use an animal to describe Shen Yunqing, Jiang Lingxi's first thought would be this crane!

Shen Yunqing looked at the poems she wrote, and it seemed that she was in a really good mood.

After all, this person rarely inscribes in the painting, and finds it troublesome.

After dropping the last stroke, Jiang Lingxi didn't raise his head and asked, "How is it?" ”

"I love it."

Hearing this answer, Jiang Lingxi couldn't help but glance at him, facing a pair of eyes that were a little more burning in the cold and gloomy, and the hand that put down the pen couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Cough lightly: "If you like it, it's fine." ”

Several scenes of the recording show were closed at the signal of Chen Weiwen after several viewers received the guests' Mobao and took a group photo with the guests and left the stage satisfied.

Qian Yihui looked for an opportunity to walk to the stage, pulled aside Qian Yaya, who was running towards her, and looked up at Shen Yunqing...... The fan in his hand first took a deep breath, and then mustered up the courage to speak, "Mr. Shen." ”

Shen Yunqing was about to go back to the backstage for a moment, but when she turned her head and saw the person who stopped her, a trace of doubt appeared on her face, "Are you ......?"

Qian Yihui: "......"

It's okay, it's okay, she and Mr. Shen haven't met a few times, not to mention that she was also sitting in the audience at the time.

It's normal for Mr. Shen not to remember her.

Qian Yicheng comforted herself in her heart, "Mr. Shen, I am Qian Yihui, I work in the Academy of Fine Arts, I have had the pleasure of listening to your lectures a few times before, and I have asked you questions, I don't know if you still remember?" ”

Shen Yunqing seemed to think seriously for a second: "It turned out to be Teacher Qian, is there something wrong?" ”

Through the other party's eyes, Qian Yicheng was extremely sure that Mr. Shen didn't recognize her at all.

If she looked a little younger, she would probably call her classmate Qian!

The set almost failed to succeed, Qian Yixiao simply stretched out her hand and pointed at the fan in Shen Yunqing's hand, "What, I have a reluctant request, do you sell the fan in your hand?" ”

Shen Yunqing met the burning eyes she had seen, the polite smile on her face disappeared little by little, and at the same time, she held the hand of the fan behind her back without a trace, and replied bluntly: "Don't sell!" ”

The red top should bear the sun, and the frost is not stained with mud. The poem is quoted from Liu Yuxi's "Two Crane Sighs" by Liu Yuxi in the Tang Dynasty.