169 one sixty nine
One hundred and sixty nine chapters:
Yan Qingchi looked at the paintings on the table for a while, thought for a while, and then started to write. He was very fast when he drew. The whole picture is conceived. After a while, Jiang Mochen saw a shy girl with her head slightly lowered but her eyes cast upwards appeared on the drawing paper.
Yan Qingchi finished drawing the girl's clothes and accessories according to the boss's drawing, and then started to draw the boy. The boy was obviously the one who confessed. He looked at the girl in front of him with anxious and expectant eyes, and clenched his fists, waiting for her answer.
Yan Qingchi drew the main characters, and added street lights to Jiang Mochen's vertical lines, and then connected the horizontal lines together, modified and modified it, and drew a bench.
He approached Jiang Mochen, and said softly, "Draw anything on this piece of paper, and choose what you are good at."
Jiang Mochen was a little worried, and after thinking about it, he drew a swallow looking up at them on the ground where the boys and girls were lying.
Yan Qingchi almost didn't laugh, but when he looked at him, he felt familiar. Yan Qingchi recalled it for a while, and then remembered that the appearance of the swallow in Jiang Mochen's pen was not the same as when he came to visit the class and asked him to draw it for him Yes, it is the swallow who wants to show Qiqi.
Yan Qingchi looked at him, but he didn't expect that he went back to practice for real, and the painting looks quite similar.
When Jiang Mochen drew swallows, he felt that this was what he was really good at. After all, in order to design the shape of the wedding ring, he rubbed all the swallows drawn by Yan Qingchi with paper rubbings. Facts have proved that although this method is stupid, it is really effective, at least he has drawn the swallow very well now.
So Jiang Mochen drew another swallow on the bench.
He looked at Yan Qingchi, expressing that he had done his best. Yan Qingchi also knew that Jiang Mochen was the same as himself in singing in this respect, basically to an irreparable level, so he took a paintbrush and added some details, and a painting was finished like this.
He looked at Fei Jingyu next to him and saw that he was still drawing, so he took out another piece of drawing paper and drew a new picture of a girl confessing to a boy. The girl pursed her lips, her eyes were wide open, and the boy A little surprised, but unconsciously smiling.
Jiang Mochen didn't quite understand why he drew another one, and the boys and girls in this painting looked different from the one drawn by the boss, so he asked Yan Qingchi, "What is this?"
"Plan ahead, just in case."
"speak English."
Yan Qingchi looked at him helplessly, "Be prepared for any danger, just for facial slapping."
Jiang Mochen felt that he still didn't understand, didn't the boss already explain the rules of the game, why did he draw another one, and he didn't follow the rules at all.
But Yan Qingchi didn't give him a chance to ask questions again, he raised his hand and said, "The two of us have finished the drawing."
Fei Jingyu was taken aback, looked at him in disbelief, and hurriedly lowered his head to draw the last two strokes, not to be outdone, and said, "We've finished the painting too."
The boss looked at the time and said in surprise, "Have you learned it before, so fast?"
"Yes," Fei Jingyu vaguely understood the English sentence, and couldn't help showing off, "I have been learning painting since the fourth grade of primary school, and I have also participated in some competitions and won some awards."
"Oh." The boss exclaimed, "Then you must have painted very well. Let me see yours first."
The boss walked over, looked at the drawing paper on the table between him and Yue Ziming, and picked it up. Fei Jingyu felt that his painting was not bad. Although he was a little rushed at the end and didn't have time to complete some details, the overall level was still very good.
The boss looked at it and put his painting down, "It's okay." He said.
Fei Jingyu looked at Yan Qingchi proudly, and replied, "Thank you."
The boss didn't speak, and turned around to go to Yan Qingchi's side. Yan Qingchi pushed the painting he drew as required to the boss, and the boss picked it up and looked at it carefully.
Yan Qingchi waited for the boss to comment, but the boss didn't speak. He looked up at the boss strangely.
Fei Jingyu felt that the boss must be dissatisfied when he saw that the boss didn't speak for a long time, and instantly felt that he had a chance to win.
He looked at Yan Qingchi and said intentionally, "Why hasn't the boss spoken for so long? Is there something wrong with your painting? Brother Yan, if we have passed the evaluation later and you haven't, then we will leave first .However, didn’t you just win the street drawing competition two days ago, so it should be fine, right?”
The last sentence is clearly sarcastic.
Jiang Mochen glanced at him calmly, "The boss hasn't spoken yet, it's your turn to talk here."
Fei Jingyu quickly pretended to say, "Aren't I worried about you?"
Yan Qingchi was trying to save him some trouble, when the boss finally spoke. The boss sighed and asked him, "How many years have you been studying painting?"
"Forgot," Yan Qingchi said, "I started drawing when I was a child. I don't remember how old I was, but I haven't studied it systematically and professionally."
He actually remembered, at the age of nine, a year after he was adopted. It's just that Jiang Mochen was here, and Yan Qingchi didn't know if the original owner could draw when he was nine years old, so he had to lie and say he forgot.
The boss nodded, "You can draw like this without systematic and professional study. You are very talented." He said, "You draw very well. If I could draw such a picture like you back then, then I would And my girlfriend won't miss three years."
Yan Qingchi was a little confused.
The boss smiled, "I lied to you just now. The painting you saw was drawn by my girlfriend. He asked me to return her a painting. I didn't see her intentions, so I just drew it casually." After that, she left. It was not until after she left that I kept looking at the painting that I realized what the answer she wanted was, but she had disappeared."
"But you two met again after three years?" Yan Qingchi asked.
"Yes, I found her. She is still single. I organized all the paintings I drew about her in the past three years after she left into a picture album, gave it to her, and then confessed to her. We are here Together."
The boss pointed to the girl in the painting, "She looks very similar to the painting, isn't she beautiful?"
Yan Qingchi nodded, "It's really pretty."
The boss was very happy and commented: "You paint very well, your paintings are very emotional, just like watching a real-life story, the lines are also very smooth, the composition is neat and delicate, are you a professional painter?"
Yan Qingchi shook his head, "I'm an actor."
"Then you must be a good actor," the boss praised, "Your paintings are very emotional, and when you act, you must also be very emotional."
Yan Qingchi chuckled, "Thank you."
"Wait," Fei Jingyu didn't understand why it suddenly became like this, why did Yan Qingchi chat with the boss
He didn't understand a lot of English, he could only understand sporadic words, so he didn't know what they were talking about, so he walked up to the boss and asked him, "Which of us can draw better?"
The boss pointed to Yan Qingchi and said, "Of course it's him. Your painting is just fine, but your painting is just a painting, without emotion, without soul, and very empty." He looked at Fei Jingyu, "You painted It’s not a scene, it’s a man and a woman, it’s a person, and people have feelings, so the people in the painting also need feelings, your painting is too empty.”
Fei Jingyu didn't understand, Yan Qingchi looked at him in a daze, and translated for him. Fei Jingyu glanced at him, on the one hand, he was dissatisfied with his overpowering himself in this aspect, and on the other hand, he didn't want to believe it, "I How come the characters don’t have feelings?”
The boss showed Yan Qingchi's painting to him, "There are only two people in your painting, and the two people have no emotions of their own. They can't see the mood of the person who confesses, nor the mood of the person who is confessed. What do you talk about? Have you ever been in love? Have you confessed or been confessed?"
Yan Qingchi continued to translate, but Fei Jingyu did not speak.
The boss went over and took his painting, put it together with Yan Qingchi's, and stood in front of him, "Look carefully at the paintings of the two of you, your brushwork is very rough, and the transitions in many places are not natural enough. Primary school painting, why do you still make such technical mistakes? Your whole painting is only the painting, and you can’t see what is behind the painting. Moreover,” the boss pointed to the boys and girls on the painting, and said in not-so-fluent Chinese, “ The protagonist in your painting has a different face from the protagonist in the painting I gave you."
"Painting is a process of self-expression, not a process of imitation, and I am not an imitator, so how could it be exactly the same as your painting." Fei Jingyu said.
Yan Qingchi translated the words into English for him and told the boss.
The boss frowned, pointed at Yan Qingchi and asked Fei Jingyu, "But just now he asked me if I want to paint according to the drawing, I said yes, you should have heard, then, why not draw according to the rules? Isn't it Because you can’t imitate other people’s paintings, you can only paint your own? A mature painter should be able to imitate other people’s paintings vividly, but also draw his own original works, isn’t it?”
After hearing Yan Qingchi's report, Fei Jingyu was very unconvinced, "Is that why you think my paintings are not as good as his?"
Yan Qingchi was a little speechless, "Didn't the boss just say that? Yours has no soul, no emotion, rough brushwork, and unnatural transitions. These are the key points."
"These are all based on the fact that you imitated his figure paintings, but I didn't. If you didn't either, would he still think you won?"
Yan Qingchi guessed that if Fei Jingyu didn't draw like him, he would probably do it like this, so he reluctantly took the second painting upside down on the table and showed it to Fei Jingyu.
"What do you think of my painting compared to yours?"
Fei Jingyu was startled. He looked at the painting in Yan Qingchi's hand and couldn't believe it. "You drew two?"
"Yes, two. I'm afraid that if you don't have my portrait, you will blame the problem on this aspect, so I spent an extra one."
Fei Jingyu couldn't understand, he didn't have enough time to paint one painting, and ended it hastily in the end, how could Yan Qingchi have time to paint two.
"Where did you get the time?"
"The time is the same as yours, but I often draw, so I can draw more smoothly and faster than you." Yan Qingchi looked at him, "Fei Jingyu, I told you before in the square , Everyone has a different understanding of painting. I paint as a hobby. I just think it is fun to paint, so I will paint from time to time. But for you, it is just a tool for you to win honors in competitions, so you You bound yourself inside. You haven't drawn for a long time, so after you write, you can't even guarantee the smoothness of the lines. Is this what you call professional?"
He looked at Fei Jingyu's paintings, "Whether a painting is good or not, not only experts, but also laymen can easily tell sometimes, because people's feelings are very direct. With all due respect, a painting like yours won an award." Not many times, right?"
Fei Jingyu didn't speak.
Yan Qingchi smiled, "So I won, and we are the ones who have to leave first."
Yan Qingchi said, turned to look at the boss, and asked him, "Can our group leave?"
The boss smiled, "Of course you can, your drawing is great, this is your task card."
He took out the task card given to him by the program team from his pocket, and handed it to Yan Qingchi.
Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen said thank you, and left directly.
Fei Jingyu watched the two of them leave, and looked at the boss. The boss was a little dissatisfied with his tampering with the appearance of the characters in the painting, and asked him to redraw the appearance of the characters to make it more similar.
Fei Jingyu had no choice but to take back his painting and repaint it. He is not good at imitation, but he did not expect that Yan Qingchi not only drew a painting that imitated the characters drawn by the boss in the same time as him, but also drew a new painting. Moreover, the two paintings are higher than their own.
Fei Jingyu always thought that he was the best painter among them. Yan Qingchi said that he was not a professional, so he believed it. He also felt that Yan Qingchi could not draw better than himself. Unexpectedly , but the fact gave him a slap in the face. Holding the pen, he felt that he was so ashamed that he was like this now.
Of course Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen didn't know what he was thinking at the moment, and even after he left, Yan Qingchi didn't care about him at all. He is casual and open-minded by nature, if Fei Jingyu didn't provoke him again and again, Yan Qingchi wouldn't even talk to him at all.
He looked at the task card in his hand, pointed to the two items of swimming and gymnastics and said, "Let's choose swimming. You are strong, and I am not weak."
"Okay." Jiang Mochen agreed.
The two arrived at the swimming pool according to the route on the task card. Yan Qingchi asked the coach in charge of their assessment, did anyone else come to do the task before
The coach shook his head, Yan Qingchi was a little surprised, and said to Jiang Mochen, "Did you hear that? We may be number one now."
Of course Jiang Mochen heard it, and he even felt that what Yan Qingchi said was probably right. In the first round, only he, Yan Qingchi, Fei Jingyu, and Yue Ziming chose painting. The others chose to do pottery because they had never learned painting. And now that they are entering the second round, swimming and gymnastics, he feels that at least a combination of boys will be more inclined to swim. There is no other reason, just because gymnastics is not very friendly to boys. But so far, it seems that only their group has reached the swimming pool.
Then, it is very likely that the others are still doing the first round of missions and haven't had time to get here yet.
This time the challenge is to swim five laps in a two-person relay within the specified time. Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen changed into the swimming trunks that the coach had prepared for them, got into the water to warm up, and were ready to start the challenge.
He discussed with Jiang Mochen. Since Jiang Mochen has the better advantage in this aspect of the two of them, Jiang Mochen is at the starting point and he is at the finish line. Jiang Mochen swims first, then high-fives him, and he swims again. Jiang Mochen can swim three times, but he only swims twice, which is easier to pass.
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Jiang Mochen agreed and asked Yan Qingchi to wait for him at the finish line.
The coach called to start, Jiang Mochen swam out quickly, Yan Qingchi watched his swimming posture in the water, waiting for him to hand over to himself.
Undoubtedly, they cleared the level once, the coach was a little surprised, applauded them, and praised them with "very good, very good".
Yan Qingchi felt that this was mainly due to Jiang Mochen. After all, he really swam too fast. When he swam the last lap, he was still nearly two minutes away from the stipulated time.
When they left, they saw Mo Xiaoxiao and Zhang Ningwei running in. Seeing them both, they asked in shock, "Have you already done it?"
Yan Qingchi nodded, "Hurry up, there's no one there yet."
Mo Xiaoxiao quickly thanked her, pulled Zhang Ningwei up and ran over.
Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen looked at the newly obtained task card, and chose to make cakes in the third round of projects.
Jiang Mochen actually doesn't know how to make cakes. During the year he was pregnant in Yanqingchi, all he learned were hard-core cooking techniques, and he hasn't dabbled in pastry. But Yan Qingchi said, "I will, I will teach you later."
So the two happily prepared to make a cake for themselves.
The person in charge of assessing their project was a fat female teacher in her fifties. The teacher first demonstrated the steps to them, and then asked them to make a cake by themselves within the specified time. The taste of the cake and the Appearance must be qualified before customs clearance.
Yan Qingchi has made cakes before, and he is very familiar with making this. He directed Jiang Mochen while busying himself, and the two proceeded in an orderly manner. After Yan Qingchi baked the finished cake embryo in the oven, he and Jiang Mochen mounted the cake and asked the teacher to come over to check it.
The teacher looked at the appearance of their cake and was very satisfied. He picked up the cake knife on the table and cut a piece, then took a small bite with a fork, put it in his mouth and tasted it.
"Delicious." She said, "Congratulations, you have passed the test. As a reward, this cake belongs to you two."
Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen felt that they were really lucky that they had cleared all three rounds of missions so easily.
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Yan Qingchi was a little happy, looked at Jiang Mochen, "Why don't we eat cake here and then go back?"
Jiang Mochen naturally agreed to him.
The teacher brought two cups of black tea to the two of them and asked them to drink it with the cake.
Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen thanked each other, and drank black tea while eating cake.
Jiang Mochen didn't like sweets very much, even cakes. After eating a piece, he put down his fork and watched Yan Qingchi eat.
Looking at it, he couldn't help but dipped his fingers in the cream and wiped it on Yan Qingchi's face, Yan Qingchi was helpless, "You're doing this again!"
"Can't help it."
Yan Qingchi reached out and wiped a smear on him, Jiang Mochen was about to fight back, but Yan Qingchi grabbed his hand, "Don't spoil my cake anymore."
"It's our cake."
"Then don't waste it."
Jiang Mochen saw that he was protecting the food, so he had no choice but to give up, and reached out to wipe his face, "Xiaohuamao."
"You didn't draw it yet."
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"So I want to draw a few more."
"No, you don't want to!"
Jiang Mochen: ... instantly understood Li Mo's mood at that time.
And Li Mo, whom he was talking about, finally walked into the cake room at this time, ready to challenge the cake.
As soon as Li Mo entered the door, she turned her head and saw the two of them. She shouted in surprise, "Brother", without saying a word, ran over directly, "Who won?" She asked curiously, "Brother, did you win?" Is Fei Jingyu here?"
Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen were dumbfounded by the question she threw out as soon as they came up. Afterwards, Yan Qingchi said, "I won. I didn't expect you to care so much."
"Of course I care, I knew you would win."
Yan Qingchi smiled, "Thank you then."
"You're welcome, brother, have you already done it?"
Yan Qingchi nodded, and pointed to the cake on the table, "This is our achievement."
"Why are you two so fast? I guess you will be the first again this time, so I won't tell you anymore. I have to go to the task as soon as possible, bye."
"Okay, do your best!"
"Yeah," Li Mo said with a smile, "I just baked cakes with my classmates last year, this won't trouble me, don't worry."
She said, and ran away in an instant, Yan Qingchi watched Li Mo leave, and looked at Jiang Mochen, "Let's go too."
"What about the cake?"
"Ask the teacher if you can pack it."
Jiang Mochen asked the teacher and got an affirmative answer. He took the packaged cake and said goodbye to Li Bozhong, Li Mo's father and daughter, and planned to go to Uncle John's pizzeria with Yan Qingchi.
"Target pizzeria, rush the duck!" Yan Qingchi pulled Jiang Mochen and ran forward quickly.