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Chapter 129 The lonely sandbar is cold!

“Well, now, the two parties can draw lots!”

Amidst the noise, the host once again maintained order.

While talking, the staff had already walked up with the box.

The host pointed to the box and smiled,

“In this box, we set a total of ten themes, and the contestants from both sides can randomly select one from them, and then paint according to the theme!”

“The painting room and assistants will enter a special soundproof room to paint.”

With that, he looked at Xia Yuhan and Shi Yanran who came up.

“Two painters, please extract your themes!”

“good!”

Shi Yanran raised her head and stood proudly. She randomly picked one out of it, opened the note, and saw a poem written on it.

“The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun sets in the long river!”

This sentence comes from the famous ancient poet Wang Wei’s “Envoy to the fortress”.

In addition to a poet, Wang Wei is also a painter. The famous Song Dynasty poet Su Shi once rated him, “There are paintings in poems, and poems in paintings.”

This poem, as an examination question for today’s North-South Painting Exchange Conference, is indeed meaningful.

“The background of this poem is grand, it fits Shi Yanran’s style very well!”

“It looks like luck!”

When everyone saw Shi Yanran’s choice of examination questions, they couldn’t help but nodded secretly, and they were also very curious about how this painter could complete this majestic painting in a while.

“Teacher Xia, please!”

The host looked at Xia Yuhan again.

Xia Yuhan looked calm and took out a note from the box.

Expanding it out, it’s also a poem,

“Lonely sandbar is cold!”

There is only one line of poem.

But it is also from the Song Dynasty poet Su Shi’s “Bu Shouzi”, this sentence can be regarded as the finishing touch of the whole poem.

However, for painting, it can be more difficult.

Especially for this cold character, I want to use the way of drawing to highlight it, which really tests the artist’s creative thinking.

“It seems that Xia Yuhan is not lucky this time!”

“Although this poem is beautiful, painting is troublesome!”

“Yes, by drawing lots, Teacher Xia seems to have lost!”

Everyone shook their heads helplessly when they saw the question Xia Yuhan had picked.

To be honest, in the line of painting, Xia Yuhan’s market value and fan base are a bit more than that of Shi Yanran.

If you can use this exchange for a few days to show your talents, then Xia Yuhan’s worth will definitely increase again, but if Shi Yanran is defeated, I am afraid it will have the opposite effect.

“Okay, please let the two teachers and assistants enter the studio and get ready to paint!”

The host said with a smile.

Xia Yuhan ignored everyone’s discussion, and led Shi Feng into his own studio. This studio was made temporarily, using the most advanced isolation glass, which not only has the sound insulation effect, but also makes it clear inside and outside. See each other.

The studio has everything that should be done with the materials. On the other side, Shi Yanran seems to have been inspired, but he did not hesitate to start diluting the dyes and preparing to paint.

“Yan Ran, this time we are set to win, you have to play hard!”

Hua Qianshan, who stood by, did not move. These procedures were too professional. His help would only be counterproductive. He only needed to write this poem on the painting at the end.

“Don’t worry, I know it in my heart.”

Shi Yanran smiled and began to dilute the dye further.

The style of this desert fits her very well.

On Xia Yuhan’s side, he was indifferent, but looked at Shi Feng thoughtfully.

“Shi Feng, where do you think this painting should be started.”

“Uh, you are professional in this respect!”

Shi Feng shrugged, thinking that he knew something about wool.

However, he himself is also a liberal arts background, and he is familiar with Su Shi’s poem.

“The missing moon hangs out the sparse tungs, and the missing person is in the beginning of tranquility. Who sees Youren coming and going alone? Mysterious Guhong Ying.”

“When I start to look back, I hate no one. I pick up the cold branches and refuse to dwell. The lonely sandbar is cold.”

Shi Feng couldn’t help reading this poem out.

When he was in school, he still liked Su Shi’s prose with these words and sentences, there was a different kind of beauty between the lines.

“I think the answer should be in this word?”

Shi Feng smiled and looked at Xia Yuhan.

“Su Shi commented that there are paintings in Wang Wei’s poems and poems in the paintings. But why is there no such chapter in Su Shi’s poems?”

“Um!”

Xia Yuhan nodded and said with a smile,

“Thanks for reminding me, now I have inspiration.”

With that said, Xia Yuhan just started working with the paint.

In fact, as early as when he saw this poem, Xia Yuhan had an idea in his heart, just now he was deliberately testing Shi Feng.

She and Shi Feng’s ideas coincide.

Although the title only contains the phrase lonely Shazhou Leng, but it is a whole in itself. All the descriptions before this phrase are actually for the preparation of the last sentence.

As long as I portray these previous scenes, I can highlight a cold word.

“Xia Yuhan also started to move!”

“I’m really curious, I don’t know what kind of masterpiece they can paint.”

“It seems a bit worth seeing!”

The bosses sitting outside watched Xia Yuhan also start to move, and they started talking.

Even the seniors in the judges’ bench whispered to each other.

“This round is actually biased towards Shi Yanran, but I have some expectations for Xia Yuhan!”

Lu Fangyuan took the lead in expressing his thoughts.

He is still very optimistic about Xia Yuhan, and agrees with many aspects of painting thinking.

“I can’t see it.”

Jin Zhaolong, who was sitting aside, shook his head.

“Xia Yuhan is smart, but this lonely sandbar is cold, too vague, how can I draw a cold character? I am afraid I can’t perform well in a short time!”

He had already agreed to Shi Yanran, so naturally he wouldn’t say much good things about Xia Yuhan.

“Everyone will wait and see!”

Wei Chenggong, the master sitting in the middle, did not change his complexion, and sat calmly in his position.

However, his gaze also turned towards Xia Yuhan.

After all, in his opinion, Shi Yanran’s paintings do not have much room for imagination, but Xia Yuhan. He is very curious about how Xia Yuhan handles this subject.

Under everyone’s gaze, time passed by minute by minute.

Everyone saw it clearly, Shi Yanran was painting extremely fast, and in just over twenty minutes, a golden desert appeared on the canvas.

A desolate and magnificent scene outside the Great Wall rushed over.

After another ten minutes, Shi Yanran stopped writing and turned to look at Hua Qianshan.

“How am I painting?”

“Is this… finished?”

Hua Qianshan’s expression was startled. In fact, his eyes had been looking towards Xia Yuhan just now, and he didn’t care what Shi Yanran drew.

Looking at the painting in front of me, I couldn’t help but give a thumbs up.

“The lone smoke in the desert is straight, and the sunset over the river is full. The desert, solitary smoke, the river, and the sunset are all there. That feeling is also very good!”

“If it’s good, please trouble Shao Hua to write me an inscription!”

Shi Yanran shrugged and turned around to grind Hua Qianshan in person.

My own painting is a normal exercise, but if you add Hua Qianshan’s cursive script, you will be even more powerful and add a lot of points.

“Hua Shao, please!”

Not long after, Shi Yanran finished grinding the ink and handed the brush to Hua Qianshan with both hands.