Her Majesty the Queen is a god in the entertainment industry

Chapter 293 Heart itching, who to learn words from?
"Now seven guests are learning how to make brushes, ink, paper and inkstones in the studio. Are the reviewers ready? If we are ready, we will open the camera."

After Xu Qingmei sat down, she just turned her eyes to the side, and before she could say hello, she was interrupted by the staff, with a flash of displeasure on her face.

But before she could speak, Li Wanxuan, who was sitting in the middle, nodded with a smile: "Open it, just to see how these little guys are doing."

After the voice fell, facing the five people, the huge LCD screen that was originally off suddenly lit up, and four split screens appeared, corresponding to the four areas of pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Do these kids know now that the commentator is watching them?"

The PD who was in charge of this question was Mr. Shi, who didn’t dare to be negligent, and hurriedly shook his head and replied: “I don’t know. Mr. Shi, in this issue of painting and calligraphy, the state of the reviewer and the guests in front of the camera is Non-interference with each other. The guests are only responsible for reflecting the inheritance of calligraphy and painting, and the reviewers are only responsible for commenting on the performance of the guests."

"Alright, it's more real this way,"

"Old Shi said so."

Shen Yunqing supported the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes flicked across the four split screens, and soon found the back figure in the second ink making area, who was facing the camera and beating the ink block with his head, the corner of his mouth unknowingly Then he smiled.

After a while, he moved his gaze to the paper-making area in the lower left corner, and looked at Shen Hechen who was busy making fans.

Before entering this room, Xu Qingmei planned to observe Jiang Lingxi's performance under the camera.

But now, there is someone who interests her even more.

Picking up the tablet placed on the table in front of her, she seemed to be staring at the LCD screen like everyone else, but the corner of her eye and attention fell on the tablet in her hand.

In addition to the guests' information, there are five reviewers' information on the tablet.

After reading Shen Yunqing's information, Xu Qingmei only felt more interested.

He's still a museum employee.

She had favored men from all walks of life, but had never tried a scholar.

Especially the person next to her has a superior appearance and temperament.

It's really hard not to make her feel itchy!
Turn off the tablet, and look at Jing Huai on the screen who is learning how to make brushes from his master.

It is obviously still the face that she admired quite a lot before, and the classical temperament she likes is also there, not to mention the antique environment bonus.

But no matter how I look at it now, I feel a little dull.

Li Wanxuan was sitting on the other side of Xu Qingmei. Even if she didn't pay attention deliberately, she could still feel that the little star next to her was absent-minded.

She couldn't hold back a sneer in her heart, if she could, she really wanted Mr. Shen to switch seats with this big star Xu.

Let go of this dissatisfaction, after focusing on the performance of the seven guests on the screen, she touched the mic on her neckline, "The Suyi girl who painted "Myanmar", the inkstone she wants to repair doesn't look very good Xiu, can it be repaired today?"

The two reviewers sitting on the other side of her spoke together: "Compared to others, her task is indeed more difficult."

Li Wanxuan looked out of the camera, "What if this is not finished?"

The PD's voice came from outside the camera, with a bit of regret: "Then it can only be regarded as a failure of the mission."

Xu Qingmei also glanced at the little girl who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and glued the pieces together regardless of her image.

There are two guests in the other three screens, and only Su Yi is in this split screen.

Heart said: overestimate one's ability!

There was a bit of regret on the face: "I see that other districts are almost finished. This Suyi girl is really a pity."

Just when no one thought that Su Yi could complete the task, the last comment sounded, "Repair is a matter of practice, and the most difficult thing is the beginning. After you learn how to repair, you need to repeat this process constantly. You may as well Wait a little longer."

Li Wanxuan immediately looked past Xu Qingmei and looked at Shen Yunqing, thinking about the same reason, she was about to speak.

"Mr. Shen is worthy of working in the museum. When it comes to restoration, we are laymen, but you are an expert. Then I will follow Mr. Shen and look forward to it, and see if this Suyi girl will give us a surprise in the end!"

Li Wanxuan couldn't help raising her hand and pinched the center of her eyebrows.

Although the meaning of Xu Qingmei's words was similar to what she originally planned to say, but after listening to it now, she always felt a little awkward.

Shi Lao has been paying attention to his wife's side, and when he sees her raising her hand and pinching the center of her eyebrows, she knows that she is a little impatient.

Since he didn't have a camera on his side, he frowned and glared at Xu Qingmei.

How about respecting the elders, is it called respecting the elders if you speak before the seniors?

Shen Yunqing listened to the subtle compliment, without turning her head, she focused on the screen, and changed the subject without any trace: "Shen Hechen's fan is ready."

After being reminded by him, everyone immediately turned their attention to the split screen.

"This guy seems to be the fastest. Wait, why did he run to the brush area?"

"Borrowed a writing brush, do you still plan to inscribe or draw on the fan?"

"I took the brush and went to the ink-making area again. I guess this is really the plan."

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Jiang Lingxi looked at Shen Hechen who came in with a fan in one hand and a brush in the other.

The movements of beating the ink balls in his hands kept on, and he still had the energy to chat: "Your fan is ready?"

With a little pride on his face that he couldn't suppress, the young man tried his best to nod reservedly, "It's done, but I plan to write a few more words on the fan to make it even more perfect."

Qian Yaya lifted her head weakly, looked at the fan in Shen Hechen's hand, with regret on her small face: "You are too fast, if I had known, I would have chosen this too!"

After finishing speaking, she looked at the ink ball in front of her again, and looked hopefully at the old master who was holding Shen Hechen's ink, "Master..."

Jiang Lingxi was sitting next to her, and after only one glance, she came to a conclusion, "Not yet."

"Ah?" Qian Yaya couldn't help howling, "I think it's almost done."

After the old master handed the ink ingot to Shen Hechen, he walked over with his hands behind his back, looked at the ink ball in front of the two of them, and shook his head, "Nothing."

Jiang Lingxi was not surprised by this comment, she also knew that the current beating was not enough.

Switch hands and continue.

Qian Yaya let go of the hammer, and after shaking her arm vigorously, she was a little unwilling to give up, "Then how long do you think the hammer will be?"

"At least three thousand strokes." The old master stretched out three fingers, paused and said ruthlessly, "Little Jiang still has one thousand strokes, and you, two thousand strokes."

Qian Yaya felt her eyes darken, and she almost buried her face in the ink.

It also made a few commentators who were watching their performance laugh.

After Shen Hechen borrowed the pen and ink, he originally planned to go back to the paper and silk area to write again, but when he thought that there was still a Lu Sen in the paper and silk area who talked a lot after getting acquainted, he hesitated and moved the chair and left it there. Ink area.

He directly found a clean inkstone on the table, dripped water to grind the ink, dipped the pen into the ink after grinding, and wrote a few brush characters on the fan with a wave of his hand.

Jiang Lingxi originally just glanced at him casually, but when he saw the large characters with wet ink on the golden fan, his eyes paused.

"You... who did you learn this word from?"

"With my cousin."

(End of this chapter)