Chapter 130: Chapter 148: Teacher Cheng Chizheng, Chapter 149: Put in His Hand

The staff was also worried. This game is halfway through. Should we let her in? It can't help but respond, this is a live game, with a population of tens of millions, at least hundreds of people are watching this game. So hurry to look to the judges seat.
The whole audience also focused on the judges at this time.
Mrs. Xia's face changed. "Lao Xia, why is she here?"
She knew that Gu Yebai had chosen her again, and said that she was afraid to have an inside story. She was skeptical. For this girl, she was disappointed from love to disappointment. Seeing her at the moment was shocked and angry.
After a short while, Professor Xia returned to calm, "Look at that."
Gu Lan was the first to stand up. He lost his voice.
"Invite this lady out, our contestants need specific tickets."
Susan was anxious and was about to stop, Zhang Lei pulled her.
"She got sick in the morning, and hurried up just before it happened. I can't let people bully her." Susan whispered.
Zhang Lei said, "Let's accompany her here, and leave the rest to her. First, this is a live show, and no one can care about it. Second, if Gu Yebai lets anyone bully her, we Take her away immediately. "
Susan groaned. "Okay, listen to you."
There is never any more certainty of what to do than this moment. In all the visits, Youyan walked to the jury without hesitation.
She slightly raised her left hand. "This is my ticket."
Gu Lan changed his face instantly.
"Miss Lu, no matter what, you are really late. The artist paints the soul. This competition is not just about painting skills, but attitude."
The handsome man in the middle stood up, his eyes were deep and he held his mind.
Well, this man wrote with the words "I will embarrass you". Besides, he has always been a business official, and his words are slightly frustrated.
Linda's heart tightened.
"It's Sister Lu." Someone in Lengbuding was talking. She was slightly surprised. At first glance, it was Li Xiaojing from the creative design department. She was biting her ears with her colleagues and looked at Youyan with a flush of excitement.
But Linda wasn't leaping for her. Lin Ziyan patted her on the shoulder, still looking like a dangling man. Xu Qing, beside her, was already surprised to be speechless. Like everyone, she was watching the development closely.
You Yan no longer starts with Gu Yebai, she passes Gu Lan, treats him directly as a transparent person, and walks in front of his judges.
"Please, let me play this game." She looked earnestly.
Several of the judges were seniors in the painting world. Looking at the fluffy chaos in front of her eyes, there was a sick her face, and she didn't know how to decide.
Time passed quietly for another five minutes in this deadlock.
You Yan frowned anxiously, and eventually ran to Professor Xia.
"Professor, please" She summoned the courage to call, and did not speak again, but her eyes were filled with entreaty, never humble, but so deep.
Professor Xia remembered what Gu Yebai had asked before, and he was a little bit puzzled. Madam Xia was very suspicious at this time, "Will you paint?"
Before the game, everything else, she set aside first.
Professor Xia thought for a while, and finally said, "It is almost impossible to complete a painting in the rest of the time. Although Miss Lu is late, she only wants to try. Since the painter paints the soul, it is still obsessive. Isn't courage worth encouraging? "
"Xiao Gu, let's go, you are the main judge, you can get half of the judges, but if more than half of the remaining judges agree, give Miss Lu a chance."
Gu Yebai groaned a little, "The teacher makes sense, just do what the teacher said."
Susan was excited, Zhang Lei reached out, and the two of them gave high fives and smiled.
Lin Ziyan has been glancing around her since susan came in. Seeing that the two are close, the pupils dimmed.
You Yan rejoicing, bowing again and again.
Mrs. Xia whispered, "Don't ask the other judges yet."
You Yan subconsciously glanced at the person, the other side's sharp eyes were squinting at her.
Looking across everyone on the judging table, You Yan said: "More than ten years ago, the artist Chi Zheng suddenly died in Lushan, leaving unfinished paintings. When she died, I was not very sensible. If teachers I also knew this person, please give me a chance. "
"My teacher Cheng Chizhen is her only student."
The talk was off, the audience was silent, and the next instant, it was boiling again!
"Who is Chi Zheng?"
"You may be young, but you may not know Chizheng, but Chizheng is a very famous genius painter more than 20 years ago. She can copy any famous paintings when she is less than ten years old.
Huai'an was shocked, and Chen Yinong beside her was trembling. "She is a student of Chizheng?"
Professor Xia stood up, full of surprise, "Are you a student of Chi Zheng?"
Gu Lan held her hands on the table, her expression changed dramatically, and she was speechless for a moment.
"Thank you for your love. Since I can represent half of the opinions, you don't have to vote again at this time. Time is coming, do you still have to grind?" The light voice fell into everyone's ears, and Gu Yebai's eyes fell to you Yan's body. As deep as ink, she seemed to see through her soul.
"Miss Lu, the test question is the peony mural on the conference hall. Use this as a topic, use your imagination, and draw freely, without restrictions." In the audience, Linda stood up happily and said loudly.
Did they finally agree with her?
You Yan laughed with tears. She touched her heart and took the medicine just now to support her.
Susan stepped forward and passed her backpack.
Pedestrians stopped on the street.
On the giant screen outside the building, a girl's hair rose slightly, and she had no extra painting tools beside her, only a piece of paper and a pen.
The hour hand now points to 9.40.
One hundred and forty-ninth words in his hands
With a cold heart, Huai'an watched Gu Yebai.
His eyes were light, but he never left the woman.
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Of course, what she didn't notice was that Gu Yebai glanced over the guest table. At the table, Gu Tengyu's eyes were dull, and Gu Yeting's gaze toward Youyan flashed the interest of hunting.
Time passes by every minute.
Suddenly, a voice sounded.
"Time is up! Participants please stop writing and show the drafts, and judges should start reading." The host smiled and declared the competition over.
The atmosphere on the court finally infiltrated with some uneasiness at this time. Almost half of the people stood up, stood tall and went to see the painting.
Judging to leave. Review by number one by one. Several staff members followed, recording on the spot. The scoring was fast, and all the way through, everyone rigorously reviewed, and none of them scored a perfect score of 10.
However, there are a few excellent works that have been selected for review. One of the paintings of a man and a woman is freehand with ink splashes, but the artistic conception is very different, one is expensive, the other is proud, and it is worthy to see the gorgeous beauty of this flower, which has won several judges' eight points.
Looking down, there is no new idea. It is Yishuier's freehand brushwork of Chinese painting, so the meaning is high. Seeing it again, only one teenager's painting has some highlights, boldly using abstract techniques to express it. Gu Yebai slightly condensed for a moment, leaned over and said something to the young man, the young man was awkward for a while, his eyes were slightly bright.
In this painting, the scores given by each of them are not low, but Gu Yebai, who seems to admire the young man, only gave a weird score of 6.5.
Linda just felt her heart hang in her throat, one, two, three, the next one was eloquent, all around, Susan, Zhang Lei, Zhou Huaian, Chen Yinong, and Lin Ziyan beside her, Xu Qing was generally anxious with her Not in the minority. The only difference is that some hope to succeed and some hope to lose.
Finally, a group of people stood in front of You Yan.
"This is it?" One of the judges wondered.
Gu Lan sneered, "Chi Zi's disciple had only this meaning? If she knew, she shouldn't be surprised."
You Yan bit her lip, her ink stained her little hands, and her eyes fell on the ink without squeaking.
Mrs. Xia frowned and glanced at her husband. Professor Xia frowned slightly.
Huai An Meiyu stretched slightly. Chen Yinong's mouth turned slightly, his eyes changed from concern to a little cold.
On the giant screen, the picture freezes in this scene. Countless people in the street are holding their breath, and someone anxiously asks the companion next to her, "What did she draw?"
The crowded street suddenly became surging and quiet at this moment.
The camera came again to the intruder.
The whitest drawing paper is the simplest brushwork stroke with light lines. It seems to be the shape of a flower, but it is full of messy ink lines.
"What the is this?" During the conference, many people were disappointed, thinking that the division was well-known, and there was a slight difference, so they could enter the review.
Linda glanced at Li Xiaojing next to her, and the little girl stared at him, "Why? How?"
At this time, the riotous blockbuster also made the whole street messy.
"Look."
Suddenly, somebody screamed.
On the screen, a hand, wearing white gloves, fell on the drawing paper.
Three moves.
The drawing paper is turned over, revealing the back, tilting up and down, and tilting the edges and corners.
If the double petals are snowy, a flower blooms and crystalizes.
The white paper and ink line are not stained with a trace of color, but they are opened like peaches and plums.
I did n’t see it, thinking that there were 3,000 bustling flowers in the world, and the flowers were already beautiful. Thousands of years ago, the Queen ordered Luoyang to bloom, but it was all common.
Even this is just the simplest gongbi drawing.
In the judgment, no one said anything. It took a long time for Mrs. Xia to say: "Lao Xia, I only know today that the original gongbi can also achieve this state."
Professor Xia Shumei smiled, "If this is only a fine brush, Gu Lao, do you?"
Gu Lan's eyes widened, only to feel that he had never been so miscalculated in this life, staring at the painting, already shocked beyond words, his hands on crutches, even trembling.
As Professor Xia said, if this is only a fine brushwork, it is still a fine brushwork.
The angle is messy, line by line, there is nothing to rely on.
"Twenty years ago, I only heard the name of Chizheng. It turned out that this is Chizheng's painting." Gu Tengyu said lightly, his voice masking the meaning of the unkindness.
Among the crowd, one of the judges whispered: "10."
"10." Professor Xia and his wife looked at each other and laughed.
"10."
When Gu Lan arrived, he glanced at Youyan, narrowed his eyes, and opened again.
"10 points."
On the streets, vehicles flowed as usual, and the crowds exploded completely.
At the same time, all eyes on the field fell on Gu Yebai.
The chief advisor of the Art Consultation Agency is also the chief judge of the competition.
Gu Yebai's pure white gloves lifted slightly, her index finger was raised, her eyes narrowed, and she never bottomed out.
The host was surprised and asked tentatively, "1 point?"
"Miss Lu is late, this 1 point still has to be deducted." Gu Yebai said lightly.
The whole audience seemed to be caught in a crazy mood.
On the big screen, contestants and spectators surged into the field.
Across the crowd, across the table and chairs, Youyan's eyes were reddish, looking at Gu Yebai.
They said that his hand may never be able to paint a beautiful picture, but the peony she painted can only be held in his hand.
At that end, her lover was as dark as a pupil, full of blame, but faintly revealing the gentleness and tenderness of Wudi.
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