Zhong Chen: [Positioning of Terminal H1 of City H Airport]
Qi Linqing was slightly taken aback when he picked up his phone and saw the news during his work break.
He quickly clicked on the dialog box to type.
Life is like tea: [Are you in City H? ]
Zhong Chen: [Yes, I just arrived. Temporary business trip]
Life is like tea: [Oh, good]
Qi Linqing put down his phone and pinched the bridge of his nose.
At first, his heartbeat even accelerated a little, thinking that the other party came to City H specially for him.
Now it seems that he is thinking too much.
Zhong Chen: [Are you free to have dinner together tonight? ]
Life is like tea: [OK]
…
In the afternoon, Ge Ke noticed that Qi Linqing was distracted.
Although the other party's work efficiency was as high as ever, and there were no mistakes in writing, Ge Ke was a little worried.
"Are you tired? Why don't you go back to the hotel and have a rest?"
"It's okay." Qi Linqing stopped writing, and changed a plate of paint to the sun to adjust the color. "My wife also came to City H for a business trip today." He said.
Ge Ke: "Oh, oh, your boyfriend is that very popular Internet celebrity. So, why don't you go back today, he finally came over, you should accompany him."
Qi Linqing frowned slightly, "But I haven't taken the pen..."
Ge Ke snatched the paint tray from his hand and said, "Let's talk about it tomorrow, this painting won't run away."
Qi Linqing hesitated, but still stood where he was.
He loves painting, not only as a means of earning a living.
Because he almost forgot to sleep and eat once he was immersed in painting, his friend Yuan Sihao once jokingly called him a painting idiot.
Seeing this, Ge Ke sighed inwardly.
He took a step forward, looked at Qi Linqing and said earnestly: "Work is indeed very important, but sometimes you have to understand that life is more worth cherishing."
Qi Linqing: "I don't understand."
Zhong Chen understood that he had to take over the work in the afternoon, so the two just made an appointment for dinner.
Qi Linqing thinks this is quite normal.
Ge Ke thought for a while and said, "Let me give you a personal example. When I was young, I was also a workaholic like you. I went to work non-stop from morning to night, and often worked overtime until late at night for promotion. I fell asleep. When my ex-wife was pregnant and was about to give birth, I was on a business trip in other provinces and cities, and I couldn’t make it back in time. So she divorced me after she gave birth to the child.”
Ge Ke smiled bitterly when he said this.
Qi Linqing was startled.
"Then what happened to you later?"
"We didn't get back together. Later, I lived happily with my current wife." Ge Ke shrugged and said, "This is what I learned from the last failed marriage. Now I rarely work overtime and spend more time on it. Come to accompany your family. Don't look at you as a trivial matter now, but if you get used to putting work ahead of him, your conflicts will definitely explode over time and reach an irreparable point."
Qi Linqing seemed to have realized something.
According to the other party, love is like a career, which requires careful management.
But he knew that he was actually a very boring person.
It was the first time he was with someone, and he didn't understand romance either.
Qi Linqing thought to herself that she should take action to make a change.
Even if Zhong Chen fell in love with the original owner at first because of his face, as time goes by, he will make efforts to make the other party really like him.
Ge Ke pushed Qi Linqing out of the door, turned around and locked the repair room with a snap.
"Go find your boyfriend and bring some presents by the way. Like a bouquet of flowers."
"Thank you." Qi Linqing said sincerely.
"Thank you for nothing." Ge Ke scratched the top of his head that was getting thinner, and said half-jokingly, "It's just some emotion from people who have been here. Don't imitate me. In the end, all my wives ran away."
Qi Linqing nodded, turned and walked out of the Sereng Museum.
Did not buy flowers. Around the corner, he bought a cup of milk tea. It is the other party's usual taste habits, pearls and iced seven-point sugar.
Then he dialed Zhong Chen's phone number.
"Where are you now?"
…
City H, Zengyan Teahouse.
Around three o'clock, the teahouse was crowded with people.
The first floor is full of idlers, mostly elderly locals or tourists, playing chess and taking pictures.
The second floor is a private room, and the consumption starts from 1,000, and a pot of high-quality Longjing tea will cost 999. As a result, the number of guests sitting inside the screen suddenly became scarce.
Zhong Chen was sitting in Tianzi No. 1 box, chatting with the director opposite about the guests participating in the variety show.
He personally likes this teahouse very much. Because of its antique layout, there are no chairs according to Tang Dynasty's rules, and only soft cushions are placed on each seat. Carved solid wood table, on the table is a set of valuable emerald green blue and white porcelain tea sets. In addition to ordering tea and fruits, guests can make tea by themselves.
On the table are a pot of superior Longjing and a pot of Biluochun.
The director stopped drinking and praised the good tea from time to time.
Zhong Chen didn't move, and only drank water the whole time.
Halfway through the conversation, Zhong Chen answered the phone.
After hanging up the phone, the director noticed an obvious change in his original indifferent expression. It's like a calm pool of water being wrinkled by the breeze, causing slight ripples.
The corners of Zhong Chen's mouth curled up slightly, and he said, "Let's stop here today."
The director hurriedly said: "Then about sponsoring and being invited guests..."
Zhong Chen: "Secretary Sun will discuss the specific matters with you in detail."
A woman in a professional skirt came out from behind the screen. She pushed Jinsi's eyes and said to the director, "Sir, I'll take you out."
The director had no choice but to follow Secretary Sun out of the teahouse.
When he got to the door, Secretary Sun turned around and handed him a business card, and said in a very official tone: "Just contact me for work matters at that time."
The director said "OK".
When he got into the car, the field manager in charge of driving was still a little surprised, "So fast?"
The director yawned, leaned back and said, "Boss Zhong has something to do temporarily, so I'll talk to you next time."
Field affairs: "Normal, normal, a character like him must be busy every day."
So this time Zhong Chen agreed to be invited to appear as a guest of "The Great Painter of China", and even privately asked the studio to sponsor several million dollars for the program group. It was like gold falling from the sky, which made the director a little dizzy.
The car started slowly.
The director casually squinted out the window, but suddenly saw a familiar figure.
Mr. Qi Linqing, the newly invited judge mentor of "The Great Chinese Painter", is walking towards the steps of the teahouse with a bag of milk tea.
The field manager also saw it, and exclaimed in surprise: "Wow, he is here to see Mr. Zhong."
Staring at this scene, the director had to admit that the two young people really matched each other. No wonder there are so many people knocking on their cp online now.
He suddenly had an inexplicable premonition in his heart.
This variety show will explode.
When Qi Linqing hurried to the second floor with milk tea, Zhong Chen was sitting cross-legged at the table making tea.
He has a sweet tooth and actually doesn't like to drink pure tea.
But living in the era of the Tang Dynasty, due to his family background, he has acquired a good skill of making tea.
Qi Linqing pushed open the exquisite wooden screen door, and the first thing he saw was the face behind the hazy tea mist. Zhong Chen is very good-looking, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, a straight nose bridge, and thin lips with a slightly moist luster, making it impossible to look away.
His complexion is very white, so white that it almost blends into the cloud of tea mist.
"You're not working?" Zhong Chen raised his head to look at him.
Qi Linqing took off his shoes and sat on the mat, inserted a straw into the milk tea, and handed it to the other party.
"I asked the curator for leave." He said.
The corners of Zhong Chen's mouth turned up slightly, thinking that the wood had finally opened up.
He suppressed the throbbing in his heart, lowered his head and made tea seriously.
The tea served in this teahouse is very good and the water is clean and clear. I heard from the waiter that this is the special water for making tea specially transported from the top of Wuyi Mountain.
According to the ratio of tea leaves to water, Zhong Chen held the kettle and gently poured hot boiling water into it. He tilted the kettle up and down three times, turning the two up and down, so that the tea soup seemed to have the same concentration.
This is the Phoenix three nods.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Qi Linqing gradually felt a strange sense of familiarity.
Is it in a dream
He always felt as if he had seen Zhong Chen's technique and posture of making tea somewhere.
It made him subconsciously think of his little apprentice in his previous life, Liang Luoduan.
Qi Linqing: "You and I seem to be destined by fate."
Zhong Chen chuckled and said, "Did you look for a fortune teller at the door?"
"No." Qi Linqing frowned, trying her best to search for the appropriate words to express the meaning in her mind, "That's right, sometimes I think you will give me an inexplicable sense of familiarity."
Zhong Chen's heart skipped a beat, and even the movement of making tea slowed down.
He wondered if the other party had noticed something and was testing himself
He also made tea for the other party in his previous life.
Qi Linqing: "Maybe we met somewhere in our previous life."
Traveling to this place from ancient times spanning thousands of years, it just so happens that they are the male supporting characters in the same novel.
Even if this is not fate, it is fate, Qi Linqing thought.
"oh… "
Zhong Chen poured the brewed tea into the tea sea, and then poured it into the teacup in front of Qi Linqing. Because my hands were shaking, I accidentally spilled a little.
Qi Linqing hurriedly took out a paper towel to help wipe the spilled tea stains.
Zhong Chen looked at Qi Linqing for a long while, and confirmed that he should not have noticed.
If Master really knew the truth, he would never be so peaceful now.
Zhong Chen breathed a sigh of relief.
"Taste the tea I made." He pointed to the small teacup.
Qi Linqing nodded, picked up the teacup and sipped lightly, a trace of amazement flashed across his eyes.
"taste good."
Zhong Chen took a sip of milk tea, smiled into the air and said, "As long as you like it, I can make it for you every day from now on."
Qi Linqing looked at him, "Then should I also learn how to make milk tea?"
Zhong Chen: "Huh?"
Qi Linqing: "You like to drink milk tea, so I can make it for you every day."
Zhong Chen felt his pulse speeding up. The heart was also pounding, as if it had been hit violently by a hammer that fell from the sky.
"No need." He thought to himself that Master's hands were for drawing, not making milk tea for himself.
Qi Linqing was not obsessed with it either.
"Who did you learn how to make tea from?" He asked casually.
"It's my cousin from the Faculty of Arts." Zhong Chen lied without blinking.
Qi Linqing said thoughtfully, "Your cousin is pretty good. When are we going to visit him?"
With a chill down Zhong Chen's back, cold sweat broke out.
"There will be a chance." He forced a smile.
…
Qi Linqing also knew that Zhong Chen's business trip this time was because he was invited to participate in "The Great Chinese Painter".
They sat in the teahouse all afternoon.
Make tea, eat melons and fruits, and chat.
The two of them have a lot to say, and it seems that there are endless topics to talk about.
They talked about everything from Chinese painting to ancient scientific research, to the Four Books and Five Classics, as well as some obscure ancient books...
Behind the screen, Secretary Sun watched his heart.
Although as a professional secretary, her professionalism does not allow her to express any opinion on the behavior of her employer. But at this moment, she still couldn't help the shock in her heart.
It was the first time she had seen Zhong Zong have such a side.
In the past, Mr. Zhong was in the company. He was very easy-going, but he didn't talk much.
No matter what, Secretary Sun couldn't connect the indifferent president with the chatterbox in front of him.
In the evening, the two of them ate local specialties in H City and visited the night market.
When passing through an unlit alley, an old woman walked slowly with a limp and almost hit the wall.
Qi Linqing stepped forward to help her cross the road.
The old lady just said "thank you" and "thank you".
After the old grandma left, Zhong Chen crossed his arms, looked at him and said, "In the future, you have to be more careful. There are many old grandmas in this society who will pretend like this that they can't walk, or get hit by a car and deliberately extort money from kind people."
Qi Linqing waved his hands and said, "No problem."
In Zhong Chen's view, Qi Linqing is a kind person.
Ming Shan told him that Master was so poor that he couldn't even afford to eat. When he was in the capital, he took the food he gave him and gave some to beggars passing by.
Master's life is only painting, which is too simple, he thought.
But Zhong Chen never thought that in his previous life, Fu Yi had been at the bottom, so it was impossible that he had not seen the sinister human heart.
Zhong Chen: "I didn't lie to you. There are a lot of similar social news. My secretary was blackmailed by an old man in City B last month."
Qi Linqing said indifferently: "I still have some money now, if they want to extort it, they can extort it."
Zhong Chen: "..."
Sure enough, there is no poverty for no reason in this world.
There is obviously a reason for Master's poverty in his previous life.
It was past nine o'clock when we got back to the hotel.
After pushing the door and entering, Zhong Chen saw that Qi Linqing's room was neat. The quilt was spread flat without any wrinkles, and the books on the table were arranged in alphabetical order. The easel, paints, etc. are also clean without any stains.
Of course, Zhong Chen knew that it was definitely not the hotel cleaner's credit.
Qi Linqing is like this, he likes everything to be in order. During the time they lived together in the studio bedroom, Zhong Chen had already gotten used to each other's obsession with cleanliness.
A sheet of paper rests on the easel.
Zhong Chen went up to take a look, and found that it should be the tattoo manuscript that Qi Linqing drew for himself.
The corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, inexplicably looking forward to using it to cover the tattoo.
Qi Linqing asked Zhong Chen to take a bath first, and sat at the desk to read magazines by himself.
Zhong Chen came out of the shower, opened the suitcase, his heart was pounding.
He raised his eyes nervously to look at Qi Linqing, seeing that the other party didn't notice, his hands were like lightning and he quickly took out a pack of the elves gifted by Liang Mingshan, and quickly stuffed it into his pocket.
"I'm fine, you can go take a bath too." Zhong Chen pretended to be nonchalant and said.
Qi Linqing put down the magazine and looked up at him.
At that moment, under the clear and upright gaze of the other party, Zhong Chen actually felt a guilty conscience.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Wipe it again.
Qi Linqing stood up and walked towards him.
Zhong Chen's calf trembled slightly.
He felt that the other party must have found out.
He began to reflect on himself.
How could he do such a rebellious thing to Master...
God. What kind of yellow waste is stuffed in his head
Zhong Chen's lips moved, and he was about to pour out his crimes in almost a second.
But Qi Linqing just picked up the towel and rubbed his head, and said, "I'll help you dry your hair first."
Zhong Chen: "... oh."
The hair dryer whirred beside his ears, and Zhong Chen's beating heart fell silent again.
After he calmed down, he felt that he could not act too hastily.
It's been like this for a thousand years, and it's not bad for a few days.
As long as it is the master, even Plato is fine.
Zhong Chen quietly raised his head and glanced at Qi Linqing. In summer, the other party was still wearing a black long-sleeved shirt, and was blowing his hair carefully with his sleeves rolled up.
The button was fastened to the top one, only a small half of the slender neck was exposed. He could clearly see the protruding Adam's apple, shaped like a walnut.
Make him... kind of want to suck it in there.
I want to lick, I want to suck with my tongue, leaving bright red marks.
Greedy desires and imaginations were opened Pandora's box, drowning him like moths overwhelming the sky.
The astringent thoughts in his heart are about to move, and he is waving his flag and shouting to drag the abstinent and cold man in front of him into the abyss.
Zhong Chen swallowed.
His hand went up uncontrollably, and then up, and stopped in front of the top button of Qi Linqing's clothes.
"What's wrong?" The other party pressed the hair dryer pause switch and looked at him tenderly.
Zhong Chen quickly undid the button, the tips of his ears were red as hell.
"I, I'm afraid you're too hot." He thought he had found an excellent reason.
Qi Linqing: "The air conditioner in the room is turned on at 18 degrees."
Zhong Chen: "..."
Zhong Chen stood up abruptly, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm hot! I won't blow!"
But he didn't notice that a light, square thing fell out of his pocket with his too violent movements.
Qi Linqing bent down to pick it up, his eyes dimmed when he saw the words "Not suitable for children" marked on it.
"What's this?"
The hoarse and heavy tone rang in Zhong Chen's ears, like thunder, making him tremble all over with fright.
Zhong Chen tried to grab it, but was in vain.
Zhong Chen explained without hesitation: "This, this is not for your use, don't get me wrong!"
Qi Linqing raised his eyebrows, and said lightly: "Oh, then who else do you want to use it for?"
Zhong Chen wanted to say it for my own use. But he didn't have the guts.
And Zhong Chen already expected that if he changed his words and said that it was for your use, the other party would definitely give a long speech to educate him as a veteran cadre.
So he chose to keep his mouth shut, preferring to fall into the Yellow River and not be able to wash away.
Maybe it can also cause the other party to be jealous and then overwhelm himself with a wild beast or something... Wait, what is he thinking
Zhong Chen shivered suddenly.
In the next second, Qi Linqing naturally put the block spirit into his trouser pocket.
Zhong Chen: "???"
Qi Linqing said concisely: "Confiscated."
Zhong Chen: "..."
Time flew by, and soon it was the day when "The Great Chinese Painter" was officially recorded.
Qi Linqing finished his writing work at the Sereng Museum in the morning, had a light meal with Zhong Chen at noon, and took a car to the recording site of the program group in the afternoon.
In the car, Qi Linqing took the time to browse the Chinese painting forum.
He regularly answers questions from followers on it.
Now this post has become a 999+ tall building.
2021.7.8 14:27
[Question ah, this is the final homework of our Chinese painting department, I would like to ask the master how to use ink for painting stones]
2021.7.14 13:12
LZ: [Use raw paper, first light and then thick, first light ink, then burnt ink, thick ink. The beauty of painting stone is to soak the ink pen in Tenghuang water for natural polishing. Be careful not to use too much, too much will cause stagnation. It is also wonderful to use snail green to enter the ink. ]
[Thank you big brother! ! Living Bodhisattva]
[Grateful, heartfelt]
[The host is simply the almighty god in the Chinese painting world, omniscient]
[After I told the professor, my professor also came here to comment and ask questions, laughing to death]
…
This forum thread is very popular among Chinese painting lovers nowadays.
Everyone knows that the host is a big boss who comes to save all sentient beings, and he will answer the questions of the commenters for free on it regularly.
Hundreds of questions, even Baidu Encyclopedia is helpless.
But the landlord answered all of them one by one, and the answers were accurate, which benefited a lot.
[I would like to call LZ the encyclopedia of Chinese painting! ]
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Qi Linqing occasionally sees these comments that want to know who he is, and he chooses to ignore them.
It is impossible to drop a horse.
Commentators have speculated a great deal about him. Because Qi Linqing always used punctuation marks in his typed replies, and used rigorous words, almost everyone thought he was an aging master.
As far as Qi Linqing knew, even Mr. Xu from the Painting and Calligraphy Association had posted questions in this thread.
How embarrassing it would be if the old man knew the truth.
Qi Linqing sighed.
At the same time, the shooting scene of "The Great Chinese Painter".
The stage has been set up, the lights are bright, and the background screen is lit with classical ink.
There are six judges' seats lined up on the far left.
Mr. Xu is chatting with other judges in the background.
Yan Nan: "I heard that your Painting and Calligraphy Association is about to publish a book on techniques?"
"Yes." Mr. Xu nodded, proudly said: "This book brings together dozens of lost ancient painting techniques, almost all of which were contributed by Qi Linqing. After this book is published, I think our Chinese traditional painting circle will be able to do so in the future." Take it to the next level."
Du Zhuang was a little emotional, "It's hard to imagine that this child is only eighteen years old."
Mr. Xu: "Since ancient times, the geniuses recorded in history books are all young. Yuan Sihao was only 24 years old when he wrote the famous painting "Sunset Sun and Rising Fire", and Fu Yi was only 21 years old when he painted "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains". It’s just that our modern Chinese painting is lonely, and everyone thinks that only those painters in their 70s and 80s are the most powerful. It’s not the case.”
Mr. Xu has the deepest understanding of this. These old people are getting older, but they are not stable in writing. Although the depth of experience is getting longer, but I can't do what I want when I use the pen.
"The future of Chinese traditional Chinese painting still depends on these young people."
Other judges echoed their agreement.
When Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen came in, the judges all looked up at them.
"Come here, sit next to me later." Old Mr. Xu greeted him warmly.
Qi Linqing smiled and greeted the judges for a while.
Zhong Chen stood aside and looked at him.
Because it is a popular science education variety show, no makeup is required to be on camera.
The director quickly came in and asked them to sit on the stage, and the recording of the program officially started.
As a special guest, Zhong Chen had to wait until halfway through the recording process before appearing.
The director said respectfully, "Can you wait here in the waiting room?"
Zhong Chen nodded.
The director then asked the field manager to bring drinks and snacks, and asked about his health:
"Is the air conditioner cold enough?"
"Oh, it's too cold, isn't it? I'm going to ask someone to go to the higher place... There are also small blankets here."
Several staff members in the program group were a little surprised when they saw this scene.
"Although Zhong Chen is very famous and a well-known Internet celebrity, the director wouldn't be so licking, right?" someone muttered.
The insider interjected, "That's because this guy sponsored several million dollars to the program crew."
Staff: "..." Rich and willful.
the other side.
The process of Qi Linqing and the judges walking on the stage caused a commotion among the contestants in the audience.
The hostess, who was walking on high heels, introduced according to the script: "Now coming to us is Mr. Yan Nan, the vice chairman of the China Art Association, Mr. Xu Lao, the president of the Z Provincial Academy of Painting and Calligraphy, a famous scholar, a modern calligrapher and painter Deng Quan, who specializes in figures Painting, well-known in the painting circle, Mr. Wei Ruhua, a judge with a senior professional title in the Department of Fine Arts of the National Cultural Ratio... "
When she read about Qi Linqing's identity, she paused and said in embarrassment, "This is Mr. Qi Linqing, who won the first prize of the National Ink Cup Chinese Painting Award, a special contributor to the Huaxia Painting and Calligraphy Association, and was honored by the People's Daily as a young genius of Chinese painting. "
This introduction undoubtedly caused an uproar among the crowd.
Everyone looked at each other.
"what happened?!"
"Why is this kid qualified to be a judge?"
"I saw him ahead of me in the final interview..."
Liu Cangdong was not surprised, but he was a little puzzled in his heart, what kind of ability does this young man have that can make Mr. Xu full of praise, saying "he is definitely capable of being a judge".
The three small groups originally from the Xiguang Academy of Fine Arts, the brown-haired girl, the man with the rosacea, and the fat man, were stunned when they saw the scene in front of them.
The man with the rosacea couldn't help rubbing his eyes with his hands.
He originally thought that the director would save this kid until the end at most, but no matter what, he never thought that the director would directly let him be the judge's mentor!
"The director of this variety show is going crazy..." he murmured.
on stage.
Because the distance was too far, the judges didn't know what happened to the contestants below.
The host continued to introduce:
"In order to ensure the fairness of the competition, this competition adopts the method of blind selection competition. The judges will see the painting without seeing people, and comment on the work without knowing the information of the contestants."
Under the leadership of the field manager, the contestants sat down on the tables and chairs below in order and began to paint.
Host: "The theme of this Chinese painting is 'Summer', and everyone can play freely."
Qi Linqing unscrewed the free water on the table and took a sip, raised his head, and saw Gan Yishan through the bustling crowd.
Among the contestants present, Gan Yishan can be said to be the youngest.
She didn't dare to sign up for this program at first, but with Qi Linqing's encouragement, she still boldly signed up.
At that time, Qi Linqing comforted her: "Life needs new attempts. As my apprentice, you must be no worse than them."
Hearing the proposition, Gan Yishan lowered his head to study ink and color carefully.
She secretly made up her mind that she must not embarrass her master!
...
Mr. Xu pointed to the girl under the stage and asked Qi Linqing, "Is this your apprentice?"
Qi Linqing nodded, and said, "I told the director in advance, and they will make arrangements to avoid suspicion."
Old Mr. Xu: "Haha, if I were twenty years younger, I would also worship you as my teacher."
The rest of the judges: "…"
Mr. Xu are you kidding me
However, Qi Linqing started taking apprentices at a young age, which really surprised them.
… .
The game is limited to two hours.
When the time is up, the host calls to stop.
The staff are responsible for collecting the paintings together and leaving them for review by the judges.
There were fifty contestants in total, and evaluating scores was a rather lengthy process.
In the scoring process, you can fully see the personality and preferences of the judges.
Mr. Xu's comments are balanced, steady, and quite satisfactory. He will point out the mistakes and omissions of the contestants.
Mr. Yan Nan spoke ruthlessly and hit the nail on the head.
Du Zhuang, Deng Quan, and Wei Ruhua are kind and kind, and they focus more on praise, but they are cruel and merciless when scoring.
As for Qi Linqing... everyone present felt that he was young, so he must be conservative when commenting.
But she never expected that Qi Linqing was the one with the most vicious tongue.
He flipped through the drawing papers one by one, and made quite harsh comments.
"This detail has not been dealt with at all, and it is completely confused."
"I can't see any artistic conception in it."
"The ink used is too rough, look, it's all blown away here."
Qi Linqing sighed inwardly while watching.
He finally understood why it was said that modern Chinese painting was becoming increasingly lonely.
The level of painting skills of these players is simply unmatched. What's more frightening is that they seem to be complacent.
So he would rather speak louder.
The comments of the judges and mentors are broadcast to the contestants in real time.
When they saw their paintings being directly commented by Qi Linqing, their expressions cracked on the spot.
"Who is he who hangs like this?"
"It's fine if the other judges say so, why is this kid?"
Especially rosacea men. When he heard that the score of his painting was only forty in Qi Linqing's mouth, he couldn't bear the turbulent emotions in his heart anymore, and rushed forward and shouted hysterically: "You are a bully who walked through the back door, thinking that you can do it with a little power." Are you trampling on other people's paintings at will?!"
Everyone was stunned.
The camera is still running silently.
The director and the staff turned their heads to look at this "warrior" who was speaking (epileptic).
Qi Linqing frowned.
Mr. Xu was the first to speak for him, and said dissatisfiedly, "Director, quickly drag this person down."
The director embarrassingly ordered the field manager to step forward and hold the man with the rosy nose.
And he was still struggling.
Yan Nan: "Sir, are you the author of the figure painting just now?"
There was hope in the eyes of the rosy-nosed man, he quickly nodded and said, "Yes!"
Yan Nan: "I'm sorry, but the score I'll give you is only thirty."
Man with rosacea: "..."
Everyone: "..."
Then the man with the rosy nose was directly disqualified from the competition by the director on the spot.
But the others didn't leave yet, but stood aside on the grounds of waiting for their companions.
The scores of the first round of paintings will come out soon.
A man from Chengbei City won the first place.
Because of the director's suspicion avoidance mechanism, Gan Yishan's painting was not handed over to Qi Linqing for comment, but was chosen by the average score of five other judges.
Even so, Gan Yishan managed to get the third place.
After hearing his ranking, Gan Yishan couldn't help but be overjoyed.
And the other painters around also started to strike up a conversation with her.
When Mr. Xu saw the list of shortlisted candidates, he exclaimed, "Sure enough, a famous teacher produces a talented student."
The other judges also looked at Qi Linqing with admiration at this time.
It's nothing to be able to draw well by yourself, it's more admirable to be able to teach others well.
At this time, the director stepped forward to stop Qi Linqing, and said a little embarrassedly: "Please speak further."
Qi Linqing didn't know why, but he got up and walked out with the other party.
Knowing that Qi Linqing is Mr. Zhong's boyfriend, the director treated him very politely, and said in a negotiating tone:
"Mr. Qi, now, uh, there is a problem."
Qi Linqing: "Huh?"
The director pushed his glasses, and his eyes wandered: "I know that you are personally recommended by Mr. Xu, and you definitely have the ability to be a judge's mentor. However, due to your age and appearance, the contestants outside seem not very convinced. lodged a protest against me…”
Qi Linqing: "Then I go?"
"No, no, no." The director shook his head like a rattle. How dare he let Qi Linqing go. This man is not only the sponsor of Mr. Zhong, but also the guarantee of the ratings of their program group.
Being in the entertainment industry, the director is of course very aware that he needs to cooperate with business operations occasionally.
"I've discussed it with the screenwriter. Is this okay? Let's add a session where you paint to give you a platform to show your strength. After seeing your paintings with their own eyes, the contestants will definitely be convinced." The director whispered.
Qi Linqing pondered for a moment and agreed.
…
When the host announced that Mr. Qi, the judge, would paint the theme of "Summer" himself, everyone couldn't believe it.
It's really strange, after being provoked by the rosacea, he didn't pretend to be nonchalant, but wanted to go directly to the stage to prove his strength
At this moment someone was whispering.
"Actually, Qi Linqing seems to be really good at painting."
"I saw two paintings he painted in "Tangyue Fengyun" on the Internet, which are quite amazing."
Some people also have the attitude of watching the fun.
"Hey, you said that if Qi Linqing's drawing is too bad, wouldn't the director ask us to brag about it?"
"Then I can't do it."
"At that time, I will seek truth from facts and go online to expose him."
stage.
Qi Linqing walked forward slowly.
His appearance is naturally striking, attracting everyone like a magnet.
Even the few contestants who slandered him couldn't take their eyes off at this moment.
He spread the drawing paper on the table, rolled up his sleeves, raised his pen, and dipped in the ink.
This series of flowing movements is extremely pleasing to the eye.
Mr. Xu looked at this scene, turned his head and said to Yan Nan who was sitting beside him: "I have been looking forward to seeing this kid draw for a long time."
Yan Nan: "Me too. What you hear is what you see, what you see is what you see. I'd like to see how superb the painting skills of this young man who has been praised by you have reached."
Mr. Xu stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Then don't be dumbfounded later."
Yan Nan: "?"
The camera rotates faithfully to record the scene in front of me.
Under the witness of everyone, Qi Lin calmly and lightly drew the first stroke on the white rice paper.
The author has something to say: The configuration of variety shows is referenced from "The Great Chinese Painter"
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