The reservedness from the young master of the Tang sect.

Tang Shu threw down a word and walked straight to the second floor, leaving the little assistant Yang Tiantian with a dull look on his face and never came to his senses for a long time.

***

On the second day of the National Calligraphy and Painting Competition, the 8-to-4 competition topic was announced at 9 o'clock.

Of course, there is also a need to paint on the spot this time, but there is a time limit for this site, so you can just submit the manuscript before 12 noon.

In other words, each student has three hours of preparation time.

The conference room was filled with audiences again. Unlike yesterday, today the large screen behind the stage has been connected into one piece, rather than divided separately.

"Please look at the big screen for the topic of this Chinese painting competition!"

As Liao Yicheng's words came to the ground, he leaned against the side in a suit, and the big screen behind him immediately changed and formed a painting.

A famous painting.

"Master Xu's "Picture of Racing Horses"!"

"The title turned out to be a famous painting. What does it mean?"

"Do you also let us draw horses?"

"This...everyone of us has an understanding of this painting. The judges should want us to understand different meanings from this painting, but draw what we think."

When the eight students saw famous paintings, they all figured out the meaning of "the topic" to convey to them, and they frowned and thought deeply.

The eight contestants on the stage were thinking, and both the audience with voting machines and ordinary audiences were thinking deeply. The difference was that they could communicate with each other, while the people on the stage could only rely on themselves.

"I think if it were me, I would consider drawing another picture with a horse-themed picture."

"It shouldn't be that simple, right? And no matter how good the horse you painted is, it's not worth mentioning before Master Xu's famous paintings."

"Yes, if you want to draw a horse, it will be difficult to be outstanding. Instead, it will be suppressed by the topic. I think no one should draw a galloping horse."

"The galloping horse reflects the cruelty of the war period and the strong will of our people to fight. The center of this topic is here, right?"

"If it were me, I would draw a great landscape that echoes this center, right?"

......

Everyone began to brainstorm. Based on the creative background of "The Racing Horse Picture", everyone expressed their opinions, but they actually came up with many strange ideas.

Song Qingyuan's three friends did not express their thoughts at first because they were close to the voting area in front, but listened to the profound analysis from professionals.

Qi Qi was stunned.

"Damn it, just a painting, can you come up with so many meanings? I'm really kneeling for you!"

"After dying, has the thinking of these people actually spread like this?"

"It's indeed an artist! I can't wait for the little people--"

The three of them tsk twice. The more they listened, the more they felt that the discussion in the previous row was too subverting their cognition. They simply did not intend to use their little knowledge of laymen to discuss it and became the audience.

***

On the east side of the stage, ten judges lined up in a row.

It was also the first time they saw the topic of the first half of the final, staring at the "Running Horse Picture" on the screen, thinking.

"Old Bai, you're so secretive about this problem. I have to disclose it to us in advance. It turns out that this happened!"

"The topics this year are different from those in previous years? I remember that the topics of the previous session were all texts such as poems or idioms, but I didn't expect that this time it was replaced with paintings?"

Old Bai was sitting in the seat of the president of his association and took a sip of tea leisurely.

"Isn't this to follow the pace of young people and pursue keeping pace with the times? Since we have innovated in other places this year, we also need to innovate in the topic, right?"

Professor Xue twitched the corner of his mouth, "So, this is why you insist on giving the questions yourself, just to scare us on the spot?"

"No, no, I have another meaning."

Old Bai showed a meaningful smile, and his eyes looked at the ten people with a bit of anticipation and...the meaning of watching the show.

Um?

Watch the show?

Tang Shu, who was on the edge, paused and felt a little chill on his back inexplicably.

What exactly does this president who is getting younger and younger than he lives?

At this time, Dean Wang and Professor Li had not yet realized Mr. Bai's intention and were immediately curious.

"Oh? Lao Bai, what else are you planning to do? You should know that this painting is regarded as a competition topic, and it has already posed a difficult problem for the participants."

"Yes, "Running Horse Picture" is not easy to draw. The creative background at that time was too special. We still had to figure out the meaning before we could judge it. Don't make it more difficult for the students."

Several judges felt sorry for the students of this class!

The judges expressed their opinions one after another, but Tang Shu didn't say anything and quietly waited for Old Bai Yanming.

She always felt that this direction seemed not very good...

"You are still three hours away from the students submitting the manuscript, aren't you bored? In this case, as judges, each person will draw one? Let the participants take a look at it!"

Old Bai touched the white beard on his chin and gave Erkang a hand behind him.

"Chenxi, don't be standing there. What I asked you to prepare in advance? All the things I'll give to all the seniors in the industry."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Chenxi behind him appeared with a smirk on his face, and he was holding two pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

Everyone looked at the table behind Old Bai and found that there were eight pictures that were not available for delivery.

Judges: "..."

Tang Shu: "..."

really.

"This is not in line with the rules!"

"That's right, Lao Bai, don't mess around. Now you're at the competition site, don't lose face in our association."

Old Bai seemed to have expected the current situation of opposition from everyone and was able to deal with it with it with ease.

"Why are you not following the rules? Rules are determined by people. In the past, I didn't think it was innovation. Don't mention any association's face to me. You all show off your skills, will you come back if you look like this?"

"Or, you can't get back this face?"

“…”

Everyone was so choked by the last sentence that they couldn't speak.

Can't make it back?

joke!

They took action, so why can't they get back?

They are the face of the association!

Old Bai glanced at everyone, and even took the time to throw a warning look at the grandson behind who was still laughing, and said quietly:

"Do you think you can't draw those eight juniors?"

"impossible!"

Lao Li was the first to object!

He has lived for most of his life and has injected decades of hard work in Chinese painting. How could he not be able to draw a few fledgling juniors? Just kidding!

"Will you finish it? Let's start, let me see if you have retreated."

Old Li snorted, reached out and picked up the brush placed on the upper right side.

"Draw, you must draw!"
Chapter completed!