Her Majesty the Queen is a god in the entertainment industry

"Uh," all the hosts of national TV variety shows are people with strong field control and expression management skills, but at this moment, the host couldn't put away the astonishment on his face in the first place , and said in a somewhat embarrassing tone, "Mr. Xu, Shen Hechen's work has just been guessed by an enthusiastic audience!"

Xu Qingmei blushed suddenly, her neck was thick.

In fact, she regretted it after saying the name. She should have asked Jing Huai, who was also on the stage, to give her a reminder in advance, or the assistant who was standing by the edge of the stage with his eyes could point to her for the answer.

In addition, she was wondering why Shen Yunqing believed that the painting "Cat and Goose War" was painted by Jiang Lingxi, and when it was her turn to guess the work, she subconsciously said "Shen", and temporarily changed her name to "Shen Hechen".

Just like that, he got the only sub-point question wrong!
Really dizzy!

Sensing the anger in Xu Qingmei's eyes, the host couldn't help but sneer in his heart after being stunned, and hurriedly said, "I guess Teacher Xu wants Mr. Zhang to have the same opportunity as everyone else to participate in this event." Didn’t you deliberately answer wrong during the link?”

Regardless of whether the people who hear it believe it or not, this reason is still a reasonable reason.

Xu Qingmei's face softened slightly, and she nodded slowly with an expression of being guessed right.

The audience in the audience: "..."

Just see if we believe it or not!
Zhang Nachuan wasn't that interested in watching Xu Qingmei's pretending. He snorted bluntly when he saw the camera panning over, and then he cleared his throat and replied, "Su Yi, "Mian Sheng"."

He may have to look at other works twice to see who painted it, but for this painting, he can tell it at a glance.

If he and Shen Yunqing start guessing first, the audience only need to guess the remaining five pictures.

In the end, the answer, which was obviously clear at a glance, was reserved for him as a sub-question.

Zhang Nachuan's heart was a little complicated.

She didn't like Xu Qingmei who could answer the question incorrectly when it was her turn to send points.

So before putting down the microphone, he reminded again in a calm tone: "After the recording is over, I'd better go to the hospital and have a look at my brain!"

Although the words were not named, everyone who heard the words knew who they were speaking to.

A few bursts of uncontrollable laughter broke out in the auditorium.

"Mr. Zhang actually said what I wanted to suggest!"

"I have to say that Xu Yinghou's expression management ability is really strong. Hearing this, he can still keep smiling. Admiration!"

Although Xu Qingmei could still smile on her face, her back molars were almost crushed inside.

This old man will die if he says a word less!

"Cough," the host hastily coughed lightly, motioning for the audience to stop their laughter, "now the corresponding authors of the seven works have been guessed by the five audience friends present and the two reviewers. Come out, the small gifts prepared by the program group for everyone have also been brought to the stage, now invite five audience friends to come on stage and receive them together with our two reviewers."

The five people who thought they were delivering gifts directly to their seats suddenly widened their eyes in surprise.

Mom, your son (daughter) is promising!
Standing up in a hurry, he almost walked onto the stage with the same hands and feet under the envious eyes of everyone around him.

When they lined up facing the audience, the host picked up one of the gift bags on the trolley at hand, "Originally, the program team prepared gold-sprinkled silk paper fans for everyone, but in the connection to watch works just now, In the author session, a viewer suggested that they want to like Mo Bao, a guest. The program team heard everyone’s demands and also obtained the wishes of the guests, so they temporarily added a few pairs of blank paper fans for the guests to play with. So now you can start from two Choose one of them to receive."

"I don't know if the audience who suggested wanting calligraphy is on stage, your wish has come true!"

Qian Yiheng, who could only sit under the stage and watch those bright smiling faces, said, "..."

You don’t need to ask this sentence, it’s really too heart-wrenching!
Of the five spectators, only one chose the gold-sprinkled silk paper fan with a higher visual craftsmanship value, and the remaining four all took blank paper fans to find the corresponding guests, either asking for words or a simple ink painting.

It is worth mentioning that the one who chose the gold-sprinkled silk paper fan was the one who accidentally mistook the work that Jing Huai added later.

Watching Shen Hechen and the others surrounded by the audience and starting to write and draw on the paper fans, Jing Huai, who was left alone again: "..."

He really didn't want to stay for a minute longer with this shit show!

And the man who chose the gold-sprinkled silk paper fan left the stage happily. As soon as he was seated, his companion sitting next to him asked him: "Everyone else wants calligraphy, why did you choose a different one?"

"If there are other guests, then I will definitely choose the paper fan and ask for a calligraphy or something. Maybe one day the guest becomes famous and the calligraphy will become valuable. But this one I guessed, let's forget it and ask for it back The family probably also died from the ashes, it might as well be this gold-sprinkled silk paper fan!"

Companion: "That makes sense!"

"Hey, I won't trade at a loss."

After arranging for the audience to find the corresponding guests, the host looked at Shen Yunqing and Zhang Nachuan again, "The program team can't favor one over another, the two reviewers are also eligible to receive small gifts, but I don't know if it is the golden silk paper fan. Or the paper fan of our guest Mo Bao?"

Even though she asked this question, she had subconsciously gone to get the gold sprinkled silk paper fan, which was only given out so far.

In her opinion, Mr. Zhang himself is the Taishan Beidou in the world of calligraphy and painting, so he must despise the calligraphy and painting of a junior.

Although the other Mr. Shen is not a well-known figure in the calligraphy and painting industry, but with the nature of this job, he has acquired more masterpieces of calligraphy and painting, even historical paintings, than she has seen in museums, so he probably won't care about the guests. calligraphy.

Since I don't care, it is natural that the probability of choosing the gold sprinkled silk paper fan is higher.

Zhang Nachuan and Shen Yunqing looked at each other, and they said their choice almost in unison: "Blank paper fan."

The gold sprinkled tissue paper fan that the host had just picked up fell back with a clatter.

"Ah, good, good!"

As he spoke, he quickly took two blank paper fans and handed them to the two of them.

Jiang Lingxi looked at Shen Yunqing who was walking towards her, and waited for someone to come and take the blank fan, "What do you want me to draw?"

Shen Yunqing was about to speak, but she paused and reached out to cover the mic that was pinned to her collar, before replying, "As you like."

Jiang Ling raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice, "I can just draw whatever I want."

"Ah."

As a result, the audience in the audience could only see the two of them speaking briefly, and Jiang Lingxi spread out the fan, picked up a pen, and was ready to start work.

"How can these two people whisper behind everyone's back on the stage? Is there anything we can't listen to?"

"Which man understands lip language, I just want to know what they said behind everyone's back just now. I'm so curious now. If I don't understand my confusion, I may not be able to sleep when I go back tonight!"

"I just saw one thing."

"Which one?"

"The last sentence, Mr. Shen should have replied yes."

There are several pairs of ears that have been pricked up: "..."

They want to hit someone!
Really!

Compared to Jiang Lingxi and Shen Yunqing's relaxed and casual attitude, Su Yi looked at the old Mr. Zhang standing in front of her, and always felt that there was too much in the old man's eyes looking at her.

In the end, she was the first to break the silence, "I wonder what Mr. Zhang wants me to draw on the fan?"

Zhang Nachuan pondered for a moment, "Draw a sunflower."

Su Yi: "..."

She couldn't help opening her mouth, a little surprised.

She never expected that the old man in front of her would ask her to draw sunflowers on the paper fan!
Which plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum is more elegant than sunflower and more suitable for the fan of this paper fan?

But she can also draw this sunflower. This is the first painting that Teacher Jian taught her to draw.

Without further questioning, she picked up the yellow and green paints.

The audience sitting in the audience this time did not have the opportunity to see what the guests drew on the big screen. The program group respected the wishes of the audience on the stage. After all, the calligraphy was given to them personally. It is also understandable to appreciate the psychology of not wanting to share alone.

If you can't sit still, you can go to the exhibition hall next door to enjoy other registered works.

Qian Yiheng sat in her seat and did not leave, but she did not forget the purpose of coming here in the first place.

Looking at Jiang Lingxi, who was seriously drawing something on the stage, and Shen Yunqing, who was standing aside, she couldn't help rubbing her fingers.

I don't know how likely it is that Mr. Shen will give up the paper fan painted by Ms. Jiang because he will be close to it later.

Shen Yunqing, who was secretly poked and missed, was looking down at the animals that were gradually taking shape on the blank fan.

It is a crane standing on the clear and shallow water and spreading its wings to fly to the blue sky.

It seems to be really casual.

After painting the crane that I would most like to give to someone, Jiang Lingxi looked at the large blank space on the left side of the fan when she was about to put down the pen, thought for a moment, dipped in the ink, and wrote again: "The red top is suitable for inheriting the sun, and the frost feather Not stained with mud."

If she were asked to describe Shen Yunqing with an animal, the crane would be the first thing Jiang Lingxi would think of!
Shen Yunqing looked at the poems she wrote, and it seemed that the mood at this meeting was really good.

After all, this person rarely writes inscriptions in paintings, and finds it troublesome.

After making the last stroke, Jiang Lingxi asked without raising his head, "How is it?"

"I love so much."

Hearing this answer, Jiang Lingxi couldn't help turning her head to look at him, facing a pair of cold eyes that were a little more burning hot, and the hand that put down the pen trembled slightly.

With a light cough: "It's good if you like it."

Several scenes of the recorded program were closed under the signal of Chen Weiwen after several viewers received calligraphy from the guests and took a group photo with the guests and left the stage contentedly.

Qian Yiheng looked for an opportunity to walk down the stage, pulled aside Qian Yaya who was running towards her, and looked up at Shen Yunqing... With the fan in his hand, he took a deep breath first, then mustered up the courage to speak, "Mr. Shen."

Shen Yunqing, who was about to go backstage, paused, but turned to see the person who stopped her, with a trace of doubt on her face, "You are..."

Qian Yiheng: "..."

It's all right, she and Mr. Shen haven't actually met a few times, let alone she was sitting under the stage listening to the lecture.

It is normal for Mr. Shen not to remember her.

Qian Yiheng comforted himself in his heart, "Mr. Shen, I am Qian Yiheng, and I work in the Academy of Fine Arts. I had the honor to listen to your lectures several times before and ask you questions. I don't know if you still remember it. Remember?"

Shen Yunqing seemed to think seriously for a second: "So it's Teacher Qian, what's the matter?"

Through the way the other party looked at her, Qian Yiheng was extremely sure that Mr. Shen didn't recognize her at all.

If she looked younger, this guy would probably call her classmate Qian!

The trick was almost unsuccessful, so Qian Yiheng simply pointed at the fan in Shen Yunqing's hand, "Then what, I have a heartfelt request, may I ask if you sell the fan in your hand?"

Shen Yunqing met her scorching eyes, and the polite smile on her face disappeared little by little. At the same time, the hand holding the fan was turned behind her back without any trace, and she replied bluntly: "Not for sale!"

The red top is suitable for bearing the sun, and the frost feathers are not stained with mud.The poem is quoted from "Two Poems of Crane Sigh" by Liu Yuxi in the Tang Dynasty.