This time, the B City Ink Cup Chinese Painting Competition was held in No. 3 Middle School.
In the afternoon, Tanggula got on the bus from the school to No. 3 Middle School.
The weather was fine and the sun was streaming in through the car windows.
He felt a little glaring after sitting down, so he quickly closed the car curtain.
"May I sit here?" A familiar voice suddenly came from beside my ear.
Tanggula froze, turned his head numbly, and was in a daze when he saw the other party.
This man... when did he dye his hair black.
He heard the pounding and beating of his heart in his chest. One louder than one.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Qi Linqing continued walking.
Snapped.
Tang Gula grabbed Qi Linqing's wrist abruptly, and stammered:
"Yes, yes, sit with me."
Qi Linqing came back and sat down, took off the bag on his back and put it at his feet.
On the other side, the team leader Ji Youguang finished counting the names, came over and handed Qi Linqing a bottle of water, and asked:
"Play well, don't be nervous."
Qi Linqing: "Yes."
Ji Youguang looked at the boy's calm appearance, and secretly thought that he probably wouldn't be nervous either.
The child's psychological quality is too strong.
Ji Youguang turned his gaze, as if he had just seen Tanggula next to him, smiled awkwardly, and quickly turned around to bring him a bottle of water as well.
"Student Tang, you are the same too."
Tanggula nodded, took the water and said thank you.
After Ji Youguang left, the bus moved quickly and left the campus.
The location in the car was narrow, Tanggula took a deep breath, and could smell the faint fragrance of laundry detergent on the clothes of the people beside him.
A bit like the taste of natural tea seeds, very top.
"You..." Tang Gula carefully arranged his words, "Do you know that there are two very strong contestants in this competition?"
Qi Linqing turned her head slightly, and said in surprise, "I don't know."
Tanggula: "..."
Tanggula: "It's just two students from the art high school next door. I lost to them last year and the year before last."
Although I learned that Qi Linqing's Chinese painting is of a very high level last time, Tanggula is not sure whether the other party's strength can surpass these two.
Qi Linqing asked: "Are they very powerful?"
Tang Gula nodded vigorously and said, "Yes! One is an old senior who has been repeated for four years and is determined to take the Huaqing Chinese Painting Department, and the other is a genius..."
Under the teaching of his father, Tanggula thought he was already a genius.
He started learning calligraphy at the age of three and painting at the age of five, and he considers himself to have a solid foundation.
But it wasn't until they lost to them in the ink cup competition for two consecutive years that Tanggula didn't understand what it means to have mountains beyond the mountains and people beyond the sky.
That genius boy's talent in traditional Chinese painting is really terrifying.
"What is Huaqing Traditional Chinese Painting Department?" Qi Linqing seemed interested.
Tang Gula explained: "Uh, it is Huaqing University. Its Chinese painting major is known as the strongest in the country."
Qi Linqing was thoughtful.
He is also unwilling to be forced by his family to study abroad and go to a completely strange country after graduating from high school like the original owner.
Perhaps, he can try hard to get into a domestic university.
The gymnasium of No. 3 High School was temporarily transformed into the venue for the Mo Cup.
A red banner was drawn at the door: "The 15th B City 'Ink Cup' Traditional Chinese Painting Preliminary Competition, welcome all students."
No. 3 Middle School is a well-known local art high school in Zhaoyang District.
The students here are painting besides cultural classes, and the shriveled aluminum tubes of paint that are dumped out of the school trash can every day can fill half a car.
Although everyone is learning cramming art for exams, there are quite a few of them who are studying Chinese painting at the same time.
Now art students all over the country are frantically introverted. The pressure of the joint entrance examination alone is too great, which is comparable to the college entrance examination when passing a single-plank bridge among thousands of troops.
Students who are a little bit smarter will all choose to use their brains in school.
Now that traditional Chinese painting is becoming more and more lonely, the chances of being admitted to a prestigious university are even greater.
At this time, the backstage of the venue.
Several students from No. 3 High School who were waiting to start the game were chatting.
They heard from the teacher that Qi Linqing, who was very popular on the Internet before, also signed up for this competition.
Student A was shocked: "He also applied for Chinese painting??"
Student B: "Right."
Student c: "No, no, no... He acted in a costume TV series, but it doesn't mean that he is really a master of Chinese painting like Gao Lanxi in the TV series."
Student A: "I'm dying of laughter, he may be too involved in the drama."
Student B: "No way, his acting skills are not that good, I guess he is trying to use this to create hype."
"..."
They were chatting here, and on the other side, the judges were also seated.
In addition to two art teachers from No. 3 Middle School, Tang Shaoyue, a well-known professor of Chinese painting from the Academy of Fine Arts, was also invited.
Tang Shaoyue turned his eyes around the field and landed on his son.
The student sitting next to his son should be the child that Ji Youguang said would lose his traditional Chinese painting skills.
Tang Shaoyue squinted his eyes, feeling a little dubious in his heart.
Since Ji Youguang became a teacher, he has almost given up on Chinese painting. Could it be that he was confused and misunderstood
How could that lost technique, rarely seen in ancient paintings since the Tang Dynasty, appear on a half-grown boy?
Soon, the game officially started.
The title announced by the judges this time is very simple, with only two words: insects.
But obviously everyone understands that this theme implies restrictions.
Since it is an insect, it must not be freehand. It is best to use fine brushwork to reflect the vividness and agility of insects.
Most of the participating students brought their own pens and inks. As soon as the judges rang the bell, they quickly took out the utensils from their bags and spread them on the table.
Traditional Chinese painting is not like sketching, it is very time-consuming.
However, the Ink Cup competition stipulated that it should be completed within three and a half hours, so they had to pay close attention to the painting.
Yang Junye, a young man known as the three Chinese painting geniuses, became the focus of the audience. Not only the judges' seat, but even the students behind him couldn't help poking their heads, wanting to witness his painting process with their own eyes.
After winning the first prize of Chinese painting in the Mo Cup in B City for two consecutive years, Yang Junye was also interviewed by newspapers and media, and was featured in a youth magazine.
Behind him, the senior who had been in the grade for four years did not want to be left behind, and immersed himself in painting.
Even a genius is not necessarily incapable of being surpassed by hard work and experience.
In the corner of the arena.
Only Tang Gula noticed that Qi Linqing, who was standing beside him, dipped in ink and drew the first stroke without haste.
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