Her Majesty the Queen is a god in the entertainment industry

Chapter 309
In addition to the guests, there are many staff who are busy behind the scenes in the exhibition hall.

But at this moment, the guests wanted to copy the paintings, and everyone kept quiet tacitly, and even the necessary walking was done lightly.

Seeing this, Zhang Nachuan didn't say anything, only a trace of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

Looking at the few young juniors who were carefully observing the painting and didn't notice him coming in, they couldn't help but nodded.

When it comes to calligraphy and painting, impetuousness is the most taboo!
Immediately, his eyes shifted, and he saw another standing in front of one of the tables.

Immediately, she frowned, and quietly walked over under Xu Qingmei's expectant eyes.

Although his footsteps were light, Jiang Lingxi, who was laying the colors, still heard it.

I can even hear that one foot of the person coming is heavier and the other is lighter. Reminiscent of the old Mr. Zhang I saw before, the crutches in the hands of the other party, the owner of the footsteps can be guessed without looking up. up.

In the drooping eyes, the hands made another stroke without pausing.

Zhang Nachuan saw that another conspicuous girl after Lu Sen's kid was a girl, and the scolding that had already reached his mouth paused, frowning, thinking about how to teach him a tactful lesson, and casually glanced at the girl who had already fallen. Several strokes of rice paper.

However, looking at it this way, he couldn't say what he wanted to reprimand.

He took a step forward and stood beside the table, watching helplessly as another stroke fell on the rice paper.

Silence, silence again!

Although the other party came over, he didn't make a sound, and Jiang Lingxi didn't have the habit of talking to people while painting.So one old and one young maintained such a somewhat weird state, one still wrote, adjusted the color, and changed the brush at a leisurely pace, while the other's eyes fell on the gradually enriched rice paper, and did not move.

It wasn't until Qian Yaya, who felt like she knew what she was doing after observing, turned her head and saw Mr. Zhang standing beside Jiang Lingxi's table, she couldn't help but let out an exclamation, which broke the silence in this corner.

Facing the old gentleman who looked over with dissatisfaction, Qian Yaya shrank her head timidly, and when passing by the other side of Jiang Lingxi's table, she didn't dare to stop to see how much she had drawn, and quickly walked back to her own in front of the table.

The observation room was also quiet.

Xu Qingmei looked at the old man who was standing beside Jiang Lingxi on the split screen and fell silent for some reason, and unconsciously sped up the movement of tapping the table with her fingertips.

Why don't you open your mouth to reprimand?What are you doing just looking at Jiang Lingxi's messy mess?
Some surprised voices sounded from the side, "Could it be..."

She stopped before she finished speaking, Xu Qingmei nodded her finger on the table, and then someone asked her a step ahead: "Mr. Li, what do you see?"

At this moment, Li Wanxuan's eyes are firmly locked on the split screen belonging to Jiang Lingxi, looking at the plain white finger holding the writing brush on the screen, the tip of the brush is lightly falling on the rice paper, every stroke seems random, but inexplicably carries a well-thought-out plan in her heart means.

As the colors on the rice paper gradually spread out, there was a hint of rough waves.

She moved her mouth, but she still didn't express the guess in her heart, "Let's take a look after the painting."

To be honest, she wasn't sure.

After all, this kind of painting technique is really too rare, and there was a risk of being lost long ago. Even she has only seen it in ready-made paintings, and has never seen anyone use it in painting.

Xu Qingmei couldn't help turning her head to look at her, and then looked at the old Mr. Zhang who was still silently standing beside Jiang Lingxi on the split screen. She felt her heart sinking, and the initial excitement had long since disappeared.

As time passed by, Qian Yaya and Jing Huai were still a little apprehensive, for fear that Mr. Zhang would suddenly move from Jiang Lingxi's side to him.

They didn't have the confidence to copy the paintings calmly with an invigilator like Mr. Zhang watching from the sidelines.

Until he realized that the old man was not walking towards them at all, although he stood beside Jiang Lingxi for some reason and did not move, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Sacrifice one, happiness for others!

Zhang Nachuan changed his hand and leaned on a cane. Zhang Ye, who was standing outside the camera, noticed his movement, stepped forward quickly, and asked in a low voice: "Uncle, let me help you go back and rest for a while."

Zhang Nachuan waved his hands, keeping his eyes on the rice paper on the table in front of him, like an invigilator staring at the examinee, and also ordered in a low voice: "Just bring me a stool."

This time, Zhang Ye couldn't help but look at what Jiang Lingxi had drawn on the paper, so that his uncle didn't want to leave for a moment.

Seeing this, he was also stunned.

Although he has never studied painting and calligraphy, his uncle once bluntly said that he has no talent in this area.

But after working as the curator of the Painting and Calligraphy Museum for so many years, the eyesight and appreciation ability have been cultivated over time.

The painting in front of him was obviously not finished yet, but when he glanced over it, he felt as if he was being rushed towards him by layers of water vapor.

Look at the painting on the wall that was copied, the blue waves on it are somewhat peaceful, like water flowing gently over your calves.

But the copy in front of me has the aura of killing you with a wave.

Is this really a copy?
Thinking about the old man's instructions, Zhang Ye finally held back and didn't continue to look at it. After turning around and leaving, he moved back a cushioned chair and put it behind the old man.

The sound of the chair falling to the ground finally made Jiang Lingxi pause in cleaning the brush, and she turned her head to look over.

Zhang Nachuan just took his seat and just looked up.

After the old and the young sat and stood silently looking at each other for a while, Jiang Lingxi continued to wash his pens, and Zhang Nachuan realized his plan to become a dead man.

Now, the three people standing next to him were completely relieved, but at the same time they couldn't help but wonder, why did Mr. Zhang keep staring at Jiang Lingxi?

Qian Yaya sympathized silently in her heart for a few seconds, taking advantage of the time when she stepped forward to observe the original work again, she boldly took a quick glance when passing by Jiang Lingxi's table.

With just one glance, her mind couldn't help but go blank for a moment.

When I looked at the original painting on the wall again, the glimpse just now still reverberated in my mind.

"Did you finish the painting?"

"Ah."

The conversation is so simple that it cannot be simpler, and you may not even be able to hear it if you are not close.

Jing Huai's writing action suddenly stopped, and when he regained consciousness, he saw that the blank space of the rice paper had already fallen a little, and his face suddenly turned pale.

It must have been unable to withstand the pressure of being stared at all the time, so I chose to end it hastily, otherwise, how could it be possible to draw so fast!

Only by thinking this way can he calm himself down as soon as possible to make up for the mistakes that he made just now, and his ears automatically ignore Mr. Zhang's soft voice just now.

This is under the camera, Xu Qingmei is watching their every move in the observation room, he must not lose!
(End of this chapter)