Fall In Love With The Disguised Lady

The competition soon ended. Most of the people's works had been completed. There were a few people who sighed because the follow-up work had not been finished. However, the competition was a competition, and they could only accept the result.

Because there are a lot of people in the competition, the judging situation of this time is divided into three days as last time, and it continues to be live.

In addition, the form of this competition is very novel, so many people are looking forward to it. The number of people watching the live broadcast reached a new high.

Looking at those works under the painter's hands, a lot of people can't help but sigh, and at the same time, they have recruited a group of new talents for the art circle.

It was early in the morning after He Xi returned to the hotel. Thinking that this time point should be 7 a.m. in China, he sent a message to Zuo Zhenqi in a good mood.

Did you get up? I just finished the game.

After sending, she put her mobile phone aside to go to bed, but before she got to the pillow, she heard a text message.

"I'm watching you live."

In a few words, He Xi's heart leaped. Now it's 12:00 p.m. in England, but there is a full seven hour time difference between here and China. He should have played in the early morning. In other words, did Zuo Zhenqi not sleep last night?

Click on the edit message page to send him another message. You will see Zuo Zhenqi's message tone.

"I see. You're drawing me."

He Xi, who originally wanted to say something, was photographed in this moment.

All over his head, he imagined Zuo Zhenqi standing in front of him and saying this in a hoarse voice.

No way! She must send a text message to prove that she was not seduced by him!

However, her text message has not been sent out, the mobile phone showed a call, He Xi was scared, almost did not hold the mobile phone.

All of a sudden, there was an inexplicable tension.

The moment I picked up the phone, my hands were shaking.

"Stream..." with a trace of hoarse voice from the other side, and He Xi imagine the voice is no different, her mood suddenly began to become excited.

"I just finished the game. Did you see it?"

"Well."

He Xi didn't tell Zuo Zhenqi what happened in the last competition, but how could Zuo Zhenqi not think about this? Seeing He Xi didn't want to say, he didn't ask what was going on.

Sometimes, he just needs to stand behind He Xi and believe her.

After chatting for a while, it was Zuo Zhenqi who led him to sleep. Otherwise, she was afraid that she would hang up with her mobile phone.

In another hotel in London, which is closer to the venue, Zuo Zhenqi hangs up the phone, and the smile in the corner of his mouth gradually disappears. "Are you ready?"

"I said, do you believe your wife is the champion of this competition? I can remember that there are several famous artists in it. "

If He Xi was here, he would find that the man sitting on the sofa with no image to speak of was Ji An.

"I believe in her."

The man sits on the sofa, the finger slightly turns, the mobile phone then delimits a beautiful radian in the palm.

Ji'an rolled her eyes, reached out and took a plump cherry on the table. "You are too confident. Do you know He Xi is still a new man now?"

Afraid that Zuo Zhenqi doesn't understand what new people mean, he goes on to say, "new people are people who have just stepped into this industry. Do you know?"

Compared with other people who have studied painting all his life, He Xi is like a babbling child. It seems a bit out of the blue that he wants to win such a high standard competition. Therefore, Ji An can't help but want to expose Zuo Zhenqi's trusting expression on his face.

"So what?" He picked his eyebrows. "In this industry, the most lack of talent is talent. He Xi has talent for painting, but what is lacking is mature skills. In the past three months, she has not been idle here."

Looking at his complete trust, Ji'an can't help but curl his lips. He doesn't intend to go on talking with the crazy devil who protects his wife. He stretches out his hand on the sofa to reach the cherries around him. He doesn't even touch them. When he looks up, he finds that the cherry plate that was put beside him has been placed by Zuo Zhenqi.

Lazy cancer attack, "give me a cherry."

"This is cheriko." Zuo Zhenqi frowns and looks at the red black cherry on the plate. She can't help but make a correction.

"Good, good. It's chelizi. Give me one."

Ji An reaches out, palms up, and tries to lean toward Zuo Zhenqi, but after waiting for a long time, he doesn't wait for his own car.

"Oh, give me one." He couldn't help shouting.

"This is my room." Zuo Zhenqi raised her eyebrows and said a word. Then she took the chelizi plate in her arms and went to the desk.Leave Ji an in a mess.

Shit, just say that this car is yours. Turn a corner and say that this room is yours. OK, the room is yours. Everything in it is yours!

After solving the problem, Zuo Zhenqi turns to look at the person in the room and raises her eyebrows. "Are you still going?"

Ji An:...

"I'll leave right away." smile.

The final scoring process of this competition is different from that of the last time. Last time, the author did not need to be present in person. However, this time, many authors sat in the venue where they had played together and watched the judges score themselves. Compared with what they saw on TV, this time was more tense.

But at the same time, as long as we learn a little from these judges, it will benefit a lifetime.

The judge sitting on the far right is the president of the British painting and Calligraphy Association. There is an old lady who looks very kind. In fact, he is the vice president. There is a man who once won the championship in the last competition. I heard that he drew a self portrait of himself.

He Xi began to score soon. It was a coincidence that He Xi was the first one in the last competition.

"Can Mr. engleren tell us about the inspiration for this painting?"

One of the judges asked Ingrid, who was sitting below.

He Xi put his eyes on the man. He had to admit that in the spotlight, the man looked much more handsome than in the photos. No wonder Serena would never forget about this man. However, He Xi always felt that this man's eyes looked uncomfortable, as if he were sending out a kind of evil spirit.

"Hello, judges. This is my deepest love. The person in the picture is my wife. She is cooking for me. Whenever I put down my brush and walk out of the room, I can always see her like this. Although very ordinary, she is my favorite."

His touching remarks like honey, sweet to everyone's heart, many people began to see the handsome man, imagine themselves as the man's wife scene.

The host put his painting on the table and magnified it in front of the public through the big screen. It was really a scene of a woman cooking. It was a warm and ordinary scene. The surrounding scene was lifelike, just like being in the author's home.

But He Xi couldn't help frowning when he saw the painting, and his eyes were full of shock.

The kitchen in this painting is clearly the small house where I live with Serena!

And this man has never been to his side. How can he know what the kitchen looks like?!

if many houses as like as two peas are in the same kitchen, they can't put all the places in the same place.

What's more, He Xi has seen this dress on Serena before!

He Xi slowly recalled her pale face when she watched the live broadcast in the living room with Serena before!

It turns out that this is the so-called truth. It turns out that Serena has always been painting behind this man. It is not the so-called British Glenn who enjoys international reputation.

He Xi couldn't help laughing at the thought that the world had been cheated by this hypocrite for so many years.

She suddenly began to look forward to someone tearing off his skin.

Suri was sitting next to He river. Seeing her strange face, she couldn't help asking, "what's the matter?"

He Xi smiles and shakes his head. "It's OK. I just found a crocodile with a good disguise. I'm thinking that someone has broken his disguise. What will happen to the crocodile?"

She looked down at her fingers, but this matter has nothing to do with herself. It's just a wish to fight and a willing to get. She teaches herself that she can't see the world clearly. Those are hypocritical and those are real.

Suri didn't understand why she suddenly said such a thing. When she saw the person standing on the stage and talking to the judges, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes.

Fortunately, England didn't stay on it for a long time, otherwise he Xi could not guarantee that he would not be able to break through his disguise.

What a scum...

in the scores on the first day, there were very few high scores, most of them hovered around seven or eight points, and only a few showed scores of 9:1 and 9:2.

People watching the live broadcast outside the stadium would like to run into this one to score for everyone!

Hold the grass. This painting is so good. How can it be 8:8? And this, such a beautiful thing, is only 7:9?

It's not fair at all!

If you look at a person with a score of nine, it seems that... It is not so difficult to accept.

Time is fleeting. He Xi thought his works would appear on the third day, but this time he was taken out in the evening of the next day.Compared with other people's paintings, her painting is actually very simple. It is a figure of the back, surrounded by a well-organized city. Seeing this, it makes people feel as if they are in the scene. There is a woman in red in the corner. Just imagine, you can probably know the implication of this painting. Compared with other people's complex and profound paintings, this painting can be said to be extremely simple Shanghe River overall used a more boring color, in addition to women's red dress, as if to jump out of the paper.