"In order to maintain the overall picture, we will make a composition, and we will make a picture to guide how to make a color."

Hearing Wen Yuan say this, Zhang Xiaoliang snorted and disdained: "I thought you could come up with something."

"You believe I'm absolutely right." Wen Yuan raised her eyebrows proudly, "I know her, I know she will definitely not think about sacrificing one person to meet the overall needs."

Zhang Xiaoliang looked at her for a while, and seemed to see something in her dark eyes as deep as the forest. The corner of her lips curled: "Since you want to use your personality as a guarantee, I will make up the picture."

"Yes." Wen Yuan agreed to him without thinking.

Originally, they were not familiar with each other, so their composition was actually the same.

Since this round of competition does not require questions or requires Chinese painting, on the other hand, it gives the contestants more room to play. Mr. Lin's grandson thought for a long time and decided to use gouache, probably thinking that gouache can be superimposed and changed colors, and that if you make mistakes, you can have the opportunity to correct them. In order to maintain the greatest integrity and complete the combination of composition and color division, Wen Yuan and Zhang Xiaoliang used color pencil drawings with the greatest guarantee, which can be modified.

Compared with these two participating groups that consider all the progress and retreat, Manman and his group are bold and too bold. They still use Chinese paintings and use fine brush and color ink paintings that are known as advanced ink paintings in Chinese paintings. They need to add color on the basis of ink paintings. It is almost too difficult to modify this painting method.

Just observing the early choices of the three groups, some judges shook their heads, some thought, some sighed, some were worried, and some nodded. No matter what, Manman's group was the least optimistic because it was too difficult. Older generations like Mrs. Lin, did not dare to choose this way to participate in the competition.

"Age is frivolity." Old man Sun snorted coldly, "I think now some people think they have won the early stage and are too proud."

The sarcastic words spread throughout the circle, and it was obvious who was talking about.

Mr. Lin and Mrs. Lin naturally did not dare to speak casually, so as not to increase conflicts between the two families.

If Old Man Yao intentionally reminds Old Man Lu: "I'm talking."

"A bird that loves to talk can't eat grapes and says it's sour." Old man Lu raised his thick eyebrows like his grandson, even though he had the style of a general.

I am not calculating with you villains.

Old Man Sun was so angry that he wanted to bite his tongue, but he thought about enduring it for a while and waited for his grandchild to win the game, and then he saw how to step on this smelly old man to death.

The competition is about to begin. Compared with the anxiety of the judges, the three groups of contestants showed unusual calmness. However, it is impossible to be completely uneasy. The grandson of the Lin family felt that the palms holding the brush were wet. As soon as he put down the pen, his fiancée immediately took a tissue to help him wipe his hands. The deep affection between the two can be seen, which made others blush. This way of showing affection has attracted the attention of many people, and the subjective score will increase accordingly.

If Jiang Yan hadn't known that his wife was shy, she would have done this long ago, so she could only suppress her feelings in disappointment.

Zhang Xiaoliang looked at Wen Yuan's face for this. He couldn't be said to be a peerless beauty, but she looked OK. He smiled and said, "Do you want us to act like them?"

"Forget it, things without emotions are even more strange if you do them." Wen Yuan kept looking at Manman while speaking.

"You are very concerned about your sister, why are you so cautious about your sister?" In Zhang Xiaoliang's opinion, Manman may be talented, but it is limited to talent. For an upright woman like Manman, she must have less stubbornness in terms of unethical things.

"You don't understand, she is not the innocent woman you think." Hearing the whistle of the competition, Wen Yuan withdrew her gaze and focused on her writing.

Similarly, Zhang Xiaoliang tightened his expression.

Compared with the other two groups, Manman and Jiang Dashou's expressions seemed much more relaxed, making people seem to have the intention to give up.

In fact, Manman has no idea how good her husband's painting skills are. But what she is best at and what she likes most is Chinese painting, among which color ink and fine brush painting is her favorite. Unexpectedly, when she didn't ask her husband what to draw, her husband said first: Just draw fine brush painting, don't you like the most?

At that time, she looked up and was a little surprised. Her husband's shining starry eyes were like a talking star, or like the star that had been observing her for a long time. She lowered her head and remembered Chu Xia once said that he was fascinated by standing outside the studio and watching her work. He understood what she was good at, and only loved her after understanding her.

His eyes were like a stream of thin air, flowing into her heart and merged with the surging inside her.

She believed in him, and there was no reason not to believe him, because this was the person she chose, just as if he had chosen her.

The brush and ink are all complete, and the painting paper is spread out.

In terms of the feeling of color, people say that women are better than men, but in general proportions, in fact, men with good paintings have much greater feelings about color than women.

Manman holds the pen, dips ink, sprinkles, and spreads the ink. Her grand writing makes people feel a heroic aura that runs on the battlefield, and rushes towards the judges, all of which are shocked.

"You granddaughter, you seem to be soft and weak, but you didn't expect that your style is completely upholding your bloodline." Old Lady Lin sighed to Old Man Lu.

Other elders agreed.

Seeing the judges' surprise coming from Manman's table, the contestants on both sides immediately turned around and looked around.

Manman's movements and expressions when painting, at first glance, are the style of a great painter.

Her pregnant heavy body did not affect her movements at all. On the contrary, her spacious sleeves were floating, and she was also a kind of fairy ride on the wind and riding a crane, which made people amazed.

The Lin family grandson and his fiancée couldn't help but smile bitterly: It was so unlucky today. No one expected that a professional painter couple would appear, which was really more than a dead person. But since they came to participate in the competition, they had to do their best. They were prepared and had their trump card. They were painting while constantly communicating, showing the young couple's passionate love period, and occasionally sucking the eyes of others.

Similarly, Zhang Xiaoliang and Wen Yuan's group will not be willing to fall behind. Their paintings are meticulously coordinated, neatly made, each stroke, every point, every face, and every effort. Zhou Jin's spirit is inconsistent with their young age, but it makes the elders look at them sideways, believing that they will definitely have a bright future in the future.

Since gouache and pencil drawings have the chance to make a little mistake, even if there is a little mistake in the middle, as long as it is not a big mistake in the overall situation, it will not be considered a fatal place. In contrast, Manman and his color ink are all wrong, and they are irreversible.

Seeing Manman stroked it and hooked it, the ink mark was splashed on it, but perhaps the thickness of the paper was not enough, which led to the rendered ink halo, and the range was too large in an instant, which was obviously beyond her expectations.

As Manman's eyebrows gathered a small cluster, "What a pity." Mrs. Lin sighed.

Because of her mistake, it seemed that she had made or failed. The other judges shook their heads.

Old Man Yao patted Old Man Lu on the shoulder, similar to comforting.

Old Man Lu was just a pair of embarrassing and godly eyes staring at the grandson-in-law who was about to be responsible for coloring.

Jiang Yan's performance at this moment is also puzzling. He has always been cheerful and likes joking personality almost as much as Gao Dashuai. Logically speaking, if his wife suddenly made a mistake, he should have comforted him immediately, but there was no. He stood aside, his eyes were serious and silent, and he didn't even move his eyebrows. He was a little more rigid than Chen Shitou's stone face, which made others anxious.

Of course, some people can also understand that he has no confidence in his expression. As a colorer, he must be more confident from the ink master to complete the final composition. If he fails to understand his wife's paintings well, he will be wrong with the color, making it difficult to imagine how a work that would be unbearable to see if the color does not match the base image. Moreover, now his wife has made a mistake.

"It's hard, it's hard." Mrs. Lin sighed even more when she saw that the couple seemed to be in a deadlock.

Old Man Sun looked at his grandchildren, which was smooth sailing without any obstacles, and he couldn't help but touch his beard with pride.

When the Lin grandson saw Manman, he felt relieved when he saw that he had smashed himself: It seems that this professional painter is too confident and has also smashed himself in the foot, which is not good.

Look. Wen Yuan raised her eyebrows proudly at Zhang Xiaoliang.

Zhang Xiaoliang asked her in surprise while being happy: How do you know that she would have made a mistake?

Because she is very confident, she is more confident in her abilities than others imagine.

Whenever Wen Yuan thinks of Manman's attitude of being confident in the world by standing up to the point of being unparalleled by reason, she is not jealous and crazy. Only Manman dares to stick to what she has gone and what she thinks in her silence, and will not change her original intention even if she is despised and stepped on by others again and again, she will never change her original intention.

She hates it.

This time, she wanted to prove that only by standing up to the point is impossible to win, and only useless means can win everything.

Under the stage, people could only judge the situation of the competition on the field by the judges' every move on the stage. When they heard a boo sounding from Manman's table, and immediately, in groups of three or three, the judges who were originally gathered at Manman's table to cheer for Manman, turned to the tables of the contestants on both sides, all the people below were worried.

Xiao Dongzi couldn't help but want to go to the stage to cheer for his uncle and aunt. As a result, Jiang Mei had to chase the child and squeeze into the crowd closest to the stage.

The two young men, Lu Huan and Yao Zibao, were also a little impatient. They took deep breaths one by one, as if they were even more nervous than Manman. The main reason was that it was hard for them to imagine that Manman would lose.

The tall and handsome man rolled up the sleeves of his long clothes in sweat, looked across from the table, and looked at the table. The one who seemed the most calm was not Manman's family, his brother, his younger brother, or something, but Chang Yunxi, who had just met everyone for the first time today. He didn't know if this woman was unfamiliar with everyone, so he showed such an expression. He couldn't help but say her words in a strange way: "Ms. Chang, what do you think about this game?"

He was looking down at Chang Yunxi, who was floating in the cup of tea stems, and suddenly heard a voice asking her. It was a while before he recovered from his distracted expression. He was surprised by his question, "What do you think about? Manman will definitely win."

Hearing her answer, Gao Dashuai grinned: "Of course we all hope Manman wins, but have you seen that the current competition situation is not conducive to your classmates."

Unexpectedly, Chang Yunxi looked at him with a stranger look: "Don't you know that Manman is best at last-minute counterattack? Her previous exams were the same. Every time she did more wrong questions than others, but the most difficult question could get more scores than others, and she received incredible evaluation from the teacher. If she hadn't happened to be sick on the day of the college entrance examination, and her family had not had time to wake her up and delayed taking the afternoon exam, she had to take cold medicine that would sleep, otherwise she would never have lost her name with her ability."

The strong contrast between the previous words and the following words surprised everyone at the deskmate. They all heard that Manman failed the college entrance examination because she was sick, but it was the first time she heard the details now. In fact, it was not because she was sick, but because her family members delayed her, which could even be regarded as a kind of conspiracy obstruction.

Bang!

Jun Ye's cup fell on the table again.

Who dared to do such a thing to her and was unscrupulous?

He didn't have to think about it. When he saw his sister fall down at the hospital gate for the first time and someone was pretending to be sick.

Because of this failure in the college entrance examination, an indelible shadow formed in Manman's long journey of life. Later, Manman used his strength to get up again. He didn't know, but he could imagine that during this period, now and even in the future, his sister Manman had to pay more hardships than ordinary people.

The college entrance examination can be said to be the biggest turning point in life, and it has been for Chinese students from ancient times to the present.

Thinking of this, it makes people want to!

"I can't stand it anymore. I'll find a chance when she steps off later." Lu Huan grinded his teeth and was ready to rub his hands.

"It would be better to make some dog pee in her cup and drink it. Anyway, it won't kill anyone, but it can disgust her for the rest of her life." Yao Zibao stopped his brother from his stupid idea of ​​beating people and proposed more sinister ways to mess with people.

His words made Chang Yunxi look at him and ask, "Is he?"

Only Ji Yun was sitting next to her. When Ji Yun told her that it was the second young master of the Yao family, her eyes flashed and suddenly turned to Master Yao sitting opposite him. Her eyes were sharp. At first glance, she did not see the difference in appearance between the two brothers, but the vicious vigor under the skins of the two brothers who were as gentle as their faces.

When Mr. Yao saw her looking over, the beautiful girl raised her feet, as if she was provoking, as if she was saying: Do you only know what kind of person I am now?

She hurriedly lowered her head, her brows tightly, and suddenly she felt a little panicked: No...

Because I knew that I had offended many of this great Buddha inadvertently.

The audience was anxious, and on the audience, there was a turning point in fate. Only then did the exclamation sounds fluctuate again. One startle and another came from Manman's table. When Manman's pen was scratched and poured up again, the ink dot was stained too much, causing the place that seemed to be a part of the wrong pen.

Mrs. Zhao was so sad that she closed her eyes a little, thinking about what was going on with the drawing paper today and how it would cause frequent mistakes.

Regarding the problem of drawing paper, when Manman's first stroke had a fallacy, Wang Xuebin immediately sent someone to check it. The result of the search was that no one was thrown away, but the staff holding the drawing paper met a guest midway and accidentally splashed the back of the drawing paper by the liquid in the guest cup. It was only a few o'clock and it was done quickly, so the staff did not take it seriously.

It may be difficult to convict people with such a small detail. Therefore, it is even more impossible to just suspend the competition and re-competition with this point. Now, if you want to reverse the competition, you can only rely on Manman and others.

Manman's ink and wash floor was finally completed in the first step. Next, it was Mr. Jiang's turn to add color to him. However, it seemed that no one was optimistic about him. Because it was difficult for a master to reverse the situation. Mrs. Lin was deeply regretful, and walked towards his grandson's table to cheer him up. Mrs. Lin was attracted by Zhang Xiaoliang's table, his increasingly fine pencil strokes, and frequently praised: I haven't seen such a pure Western painting style for a long time.

The judges gathered around Manman's table were scattered. Xiao Dongzi stood in front of the stage and could see his uncle and aunt directly. His little mouth was clenched tightly. Because his mother said that she could not speak, it affected her uncle and aunt's spirit of painting, he could only watch silently. Jiang Mei felt even more anxious. It seemed that the judges all believed that Manman would lose.

Manman and Mr. Jiang never thought they would lose.

For this reason, Old Man Yao, who was standing here to watch the game from beginning to end, smiled and said to Old Man Lu: "Your granddaughter and grandson-in-law seem to want others to think that they will lose soon, so that the other party can underestimate the enemy."

Old Man Lu held his chin slightly and touched the stubble that had just emerged with his fingertips. He believed in his granddaughter and would never make the second mistake of the face man again.

Seeing that the two old men, including their grandfather, were standing in front of him and not leaving, Manman couldn't help feeling a little stressed and a little bored, she said to her husband: "Why do you think they don't leave? Do you want to threaten us to win, otherwise they will have no face?"

Knowing that his wife had always thought that her grandfather was playing games with him, Jiang Yan smiled easily and teased: "It's not easy for you to want them to have no face. You got the Qing Dynasty dressing box in one fell swoop, and then told them proudly that we just pretended to be about to lose."

My husband can still make such jokes at this critical moment of life and death. Manman looked angry at Mr. Jiang: "Stop talking."

Dayou's wife means: It's up to you now.

Although Manman was actually a little suspicious about whether her husband could repair the wrong pen caused by the misunderstanding on the paper, she was also ready for the final preparation. She held a fine brush in her hand and tried not to give up at the last moment.

Seeing that his wife was so nervous, Jiang Yan would definitely not be able to bear it. He flicked his finger on her bright and cute forehead, and smiled confidently: "Look at me."

Manman was stunned, and for his handsome and charming smile, his face turned red, and he complained: It was not good to marry a handsome husband.

At the same time, she began to have the opportunity to observe her husband's paintings up close.
To be continued...