in the name of painting

And to.

Her eyes are focused, her writing style is confident and flamboyant, and she perfectly integrates skills and creativity. She is not limited, does not stop, and her creativity never stops.

She was astonished to see Wu from the side, and the movements of Si Huanian's men were like magnets, firmly attracting her attention.

It turned out that Nian Nian was so dazzling when he was painting.

Wu is willing to play the role of a helper. When Si Huanian needs a certain paint, she will run errands to get it for her immediately. If there is no color, Wu can quickly call out the matching color and pass it to her.

From time to time, passers-by whistled and passed by, and some stopped to take pictures, and she was busy maintaining order so that they would not disturb Si Huanian.

At sunset, the graffiti of this abstract dragon finally completed the overall creation.

Si Hua was squatting on the ground tired, but her eyes were still shining brightly. The wanton creative enthusiasm just now still lingered in her mind.

Wu felt distressed when she saw it. "Leave the finishing work to me, you go back and rest first."

"No, I want to accompany you."

She couldn't persuade Wu, so she asked Si Huanian to sit aside to rest, and got up by herself to continue to perfect the details of the painting.

Si Huanian's eyes opened wider and wider, Wu seemed to know her own thoughts completely, every complementary color, every enhancement, completely matched the original idea in her mind.

It's amazing how there are people who understand her so well.

"My dear~" Si Huanian called out with a smile.

"Huh?" She turned her head back, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle.

Si Huanian raised his hands and made a big heart on his head,

"I like you~"

Under the streetlight not far away, Si Wangqiu stood there at some point, silently looking at the figures of the two children in a daze.

***

Two days later, participating students from 70 schools gathered at LM University of America.

At the exchange meeting, the graffiti works of each school were taken into high-definition photos and displayed one by one through the projection in the auditorium.

There are often some eye-catching works in the works, but no one is convinced. Every time a projection is passed, there are only scattered applause in response, until the first beautiful graffiti work appears on the screen.

This can be regarded as a real surprise.

"Hey, which school drew this? Awesome!"

"I couldn't help being shocked by the dragon's eyes, it was too expressive."

"The colors are so good. I would like to paint this painting at a high price and buy it at home. Sorry, it's graffiti on the wall. I forgot."

Just when everyone was wondering who made this graffiti, she gently pushed Si Huanian up, and then quietly retreated, leaving all the praise and honor to her lover.

she deserves it.

Si Huanian was quickly surrounded by people, some asked about painting techniques, some discussed the use of colors, and some praised the whole process...

Si Huanian responded enthusiastically one by one, and she was very happy to see that her work was recognized.

Wu, she stood outside the crowd, smiling softly, her Niannian is just so good.

"So...you are also a student from First American University?"

A strange voice sounded behind her, Wu turned her head, and was shocked in place.

This person is Xia Yujian, right?right?right?How could he appear here?Still this dress? !

Xia Yu'an tilted his head, wondering in his heart, is this person overwhelmed by his own beauty?It's not that scary.

"You, you, you..." Wu's heart surged up to the sky, the person in front of her was wearing a tight skirt with a very low neckline against Xia Yujian's face, looking sexy and charming, She almost blushed, and finally asked in disbelief, "Why do you still have this habit?"

Xia Yu'an became even more suspicious, "What? What hobby?"

"Just, just, you..." She pointed at the other party's wig, and then pointed at her chest in a very small way, "You know what I'm talking about..."

Xia Yu'an thought for a moment, and finally realized, "Puff, you don't think I'm my brother, do you?"

"Your brother?"

"Yes, Xia Yujian, my twin brother."

Wu ran through a herd of horses in her heart, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After finally calming down, she thought of another question, okay, now there is another elder of the same age...

"I heard that you snatched Xia Yujian's competition quota?" Xia Yu'an's tone was brisk, even a little gloating.

As the Xia family, she naturally recognized Si Huanian from the Si family, so the remaining one must be the later dark horse.

She Wu didn't want to have too much interaction with her, "It's just a fluke, I'll go first."

Xia Yu'an curled her lips, what are you dragging, it's just momentary complacency.

She didn't catch up either, she turned around and made another international call, no, she had to scold Xia Yujian for that rubbish, why anyone can climb on top of him now.

What she doesn't know is that this is the person she finds dragging, how many times she stepped on her brother's feet, and even forced him to bow his head and call him daddy...

Of course, Xia Yujian wouldn't tell her about these things.

After another night of rest, Wu woke up early.

She lived in a single room. Originally, the organizer arranged for the two contestants to live together, but Si Wangqiu insisted on separating them, saying that she was afraid of affecting the emotions of the contestants. Competitive.

Naturally, she and Si Huanian couldn't say anything.

Wu she walked to the terrace and stretched herself.The early morning sun shines on her face, gentle and delicate, and it seems that lm city is slowly waking up with her.

At this time, there was a whistling sound downstairs and some intermittent noises. When Wu looked down, her eyes were suddenly stung severely.

Downstairs, on the floor tiles outside the hotel gate, a little brother drew a close-up of Si Huanian's face rather arrogantly.

What's more, the little brother scattered a basket of rose petals, and in the end he even lay down on the ground and kissed Si Huanian's lips in the painting...

Wu's face was completely dark.

Because she is too low-key, any cat or dog can come to snatch her?

The author has something to say: Sorry for the late posting of this chapter. I originally wrote it last night, but I was very dissatisfied. I stayed up until midnight and did not correct it. It was delayed until this morning... I really feel the pain of the daily update. ··

☆, thousands of miles away

The little brother who was painting downstairs finally moved his mouth away from the painting.

He raised his head and looked up expectantly. His light-colored eyes quickly collided with Wu's deep pupils. Seeing that it wasn't the person he was looking for, the little brother looked at other windows.

Wu took a deep breath, took out her phone, and clicked on the top contact on WeChat:

Me: "Are you awake?"

Niannian: "Wake up, and I'm on the bed swiping my phone, do you want to come find me?"

I'm good."

With a cold face, Wu stared at the foreigner downstairs again. He just kissed the red paint on his mouth, so ugly no matter how you look...

"bump"

She slammed the balcony door, calmed down as she walked, shouting...not angry, not angry...

Si Huanian quickly came over to open the door.

The heating in her room was turned on very high, and as soon as the door was opened, the heat of the bath fragrance swept over her face, and immediately after that, there was a beautiful figure that made people want to have nosebleeds.

Si Huanian wore a pair of pajamas that were almost naked, pink transparent material, loose lining, a large piece of smooth white skin was exposed, like a peach whose peel had been peeled off.

Before she had time to look at it, she hurried into the room and closed the door with a bang.

"Why do you wear so little?"

After entering the room, it became even hotter, and the invisible air current steamed my face, as if I was in a sauna.

Wu felt her mouth was dry, and after confirming that the curtains were drawn properly, she began to look for water throughout the room.

Si Huanian sat back on the side of the bed, swinging his slender legs back and forth, his eyes were playful and charming, and he seemed to be smiling, "Honey, are you hot...do you want me to help you reduce the fire?"

This sentence is like pouring water on a sauna stone.

baah~

The heat surged out, and the temperature in the room exploded completely.

Wu took a deep breath, violently tore off the top two rows of buttons on her clothes with one hand, turned around and threw Si Huanian onto the bed...

Wu's kiss was urgent and deep, with jealousy that hadn't completely subsided in the morning, it swallowed Si Huanian's breath like a storm, it seems that I kissed a real person!

The lack of air in the mouth brings greater suction, and the intertwined lips grind deeply and slowly, making it difficult to separate...

After a while.

Si Huanian was the first to lose the battle, her breath fluttered, and she panted slightly, "Honey, take a rest, okay~"

She seems to have underestimated her own charm, and also overestimated Wu's restraint. She was just a few steps away from wiping her gun...

Wu she lay down on a mass of hot softness, crystal beads of sweat dripped down her eyelashes along her browbones, and her eyes were wet.

Slowly returning to her senses, the gaffe just now felt even more embarrassing. She hurriedly changed the subject, "Are you hungry? Are you going to have breakfast?"

"Okay."

When I got up, the bed was messy.

A clear red mark on Si Huanian's neck clearly showed Wu's "crime" just now.

Wu's eyes dodged, "Hey, wait a minute, can you wear clothes with a high collar?"

"Huh? Why?" Si Huanian went to the bathroom to refresh, and a few seconds later, a small angry voice came over, "Oh, she Wu, you scoundrel!"

···

After the two of them had breakfast, when they left the hotel, they finally collided with the little brother Huahua downstairs.

The little brother jumped to Si Huanian's side as if he didn't see her, "Hey, Si Huanian, did you see the gift I gave you?"

"Harry? Why are you here?"

She remembered who he was at this time. She met at the exchange meeting yesterday. One of the two participating students from the LA University of Fine Arts in the United States, and the other was Xia Yujian's younger sister Xia Yu'an. The two were really annoying to compete with each other.

Harry excitedly pointed out his painting to Si Huanian, rose petals everywhere, a sweet smiling girl in the painting, a simple and romantic confession from an art student...

She could feel that Si Huanian's hand holding her suddenly froze.

Wu let out a breath from her nostrils, trying to maintain a calm expression, "The painting is quite beautiful... hiss..."

The flesh in the palm of her hand was pinched hard by Si Huanian, and she shut up.

"I'm sorry Harry, I already have my own."

"Huh? Are you kidding me?"

"This is my love."

"what?!!"

Regardless of the shock on Harry's face, Si Huanian turned slightly to Wu's cheek, and pressed another kiss on her lips that had not completely subsided from the indulgence in the morning.

This is the first time the two have made such an intimate gesture in public.

There were dense and bright whistles at the entrance of the hotel. Wu was a little stunned at first, then her heart softened. She was so brave every year, what was she afraid of...

Wu closed her eyes and responded gently to her.

The wind is softer and the sun is warmer.

She felt that the cake shop next to the hotel must have made some amazing desserts that day, otherwise the air here would be [-]% sweet.

Si Wangqiu was leaning on the recliner on the balcony upstairs, and he could clearly see the two hugging and kissing together below.

"It's nice to be young..."

Si Wangqiu shook his wine glass, smiled faintly, smiled, and felt a little sad.

My daughter is much braver than myself. If I had been so brave and straightforward back then, wouldn’t Jinnian have been with others...Obviously I knew her earlier...

Si Wangqiu raised his head, and the wine in the glass entered his throat like a sharp knife, and the spicy touch brought the ultimate sobriety before drunkenness.

How can there be a chance to have these if...

***

The International Prize Competition has officially entered the regular competition process. The time is set in two days, and the theme has been announced in advance.

In recent years, many parts of the world have experienced fresh water shortages, and the protection of water resources has increasingly been put on the agenda.

This international competition is to create content with the theme of "water".

This kind of environmental protection theme is more inclined to the field of contemporary art. If you still stick to the ancient and traditional art expression at this time and do not seek innovation, it will be difficult to win the recognition of the international judges.

When Wu was deep in thought, she suddenly noticed a sharp gaze not far away.

That Harry, who had just been rejected early in the morning, was staring at him angrily at this moment, seeing her look over, he gave a thumbs up with his fingers, then flipped his wrist, and slowly buckled his thumb under it.

Although she was not enraged, she still ignited a bit of fighting spirit.

No matter what, you have to win against this person. If you want to get involved in her family, you don't have to be polite.

"When did you offend Harry again?" Xia Yu'an moved to her side to watch the excitement.

Wu took a step back and opened the distance between the two of them, "...you people from LA Meida really linger."

Xia Yu'an took another step closer, and suddenly found something, "Hey? Don't tell me, our eyebrows and eyes really look alike. When Harry told me just now, I didn't believe it... "

The Xia family's browbones are generally soft and soft, with slightly sunken eye sockets, coupled with a pretty bridge of the nose, with exquisite three-dimensional beauty. Wu naturally inherited some of her mother's facial bones, and at the same time, she also has her father's handsomeness.

Wu she: "..."

This person doesn't know my relationship with the Xia family...

Xia Yu'an was fascinated, and just about to pinch her nose with her hand, she bent down and hurriedly dodged, "Stay away from me."

"As for you..."

"As for." After she dodged away, she immediately noticed Si Huanian who had just come back from the outside.

She hurried up, and before Si Huanian asked, she explained what happened just now, very well-behaved.

"Pfft, so she didn't know you were her niece, so she started teasing you?"

"No molesting, the Xia family members do things very strangely, so they may not be thinking about anything..."

The two walked away quickly, Xia Yu'an stared bitterly at the back, what, as soon as I got close to her, it was like hiding from the plague, being so close to her, annoying!

***

When the competition in Italy was about to start, it was thousands of kilometers away in Beijing.

The second floor of a dilapidated stationery store outside the Eighth Ring Road, far away from the subway station.

Large and small painting scrolls were randomly inserted in plastic buckets, placed half of the room, and spread all the way to the windows, blocking half of the sunlight entering the room.

On the other side of the room, there are two single sofas and an old wooden coffee table.

A fat man with a shiny face was sitting on one sofa, and a middle-aged man who looked very honest was sitting on the other.

The fat man lit a cigarette, narrowed his eyes and said, "Boss Li, my paintings here are both authentic and cheap. If you go to other people's places to buy goods, they are all two or three times the price."

The man called Boss Li politely declined the cigarette offered by the fat man, his brows sinking deeply into his forehead, "Can you guarantee that it is an original and authentic product?"

Li Qiang runs a painting shop by himself, but the scale is too small, and the business has not improved. Recently, several long-term cooperative painters have also transferred to cooperate with other galleries. The shop will not be able to open immediately, so he can only think of other ways to buy goods. .

The fat man exhaled a big smoke circle, "Don't worry about that, I have been doing business here for more than ten years, and I always get paintings directly from the painter himself, absolutely authentic."

This fat man is called Wu Wei, and people in the art circle nicknamed him "Living Way". No matter how hard to find a painting, just call him, and he will find a way for you.

Li Qiang recently heard that he got a lot of paintings by young artists, and the prices were affordable, so he came to find them himself.

As Fatty Wu said, he dragged a large white bucket from behind, in which more than a dozen painting scrolls were densely inserted.

"Let me tell you, it's a coincidence that you came here this time. I just got these more than ten paintings in my hand. Take a look, all of them are fine works."

Li Qiang took out one of the scrolls and spread it out on the coffee table... This is a sub-composition of a magnificent Chinese landscape painting. The colors are exquisite, and the brushstrokes are a little rough, but it does not hinder the elegance. At the end of the painting, Li Qiang's eyes lit up.

"Is this a painting from her year?"

Li Qiang has heard a little about young painters who have just started in the Chinese painting circle in recent years.

"Yes, it's the child of my relative's family. When I gave it to me, I charged a cost price. If you miss these, you will regret it."

Li Qiang looked at a few more pictures and thought to himself. He had the impression that he had read a report in which it was introduced that "She Nian" was a student surnamed Wu who was still studying at American University. The credibility of relatives and children has increased a bit.

"It's all over, you can make a price."

"Hey, Boss Li is so refreshing. It's our first time working together. As a friend, I'll give you a [-]% discount on the price."

···

That's how the business was negotiated.Fatty Wu sent Li Qiang to the door, the smile on his face suddenly changed when he walked out of sight holding the painting,

"Hey, another cheated."

The phone rang.

"Hey, Angkor, I have copied another batch of paintings here, when will I send them to you?"

"Come here at night, be careful, don't let anyone find out where you draw."

"Don't worry. By the way, Angkor, I went to the art exhibition yesterday to take a few photos of Si Wangqiu's paintings. Shall we do it? His paintings can sell for a lot of money."

"No, Si Wangqiu is too famous, and the risk of being discovered is too great. We only choose the paintings of newcomers, listen to me, your appetite will kill you."

"Okay, you are the boss and you have the final say."

The author has something to say: the author is continuing to work hard!

☆, show your skills

The nightclubs in LM City last for a long time.

Until the young man at the tavern finally convinces his date to go home with him, or until the busker with the guitar finally sings all the songs he can.

Wu is sitting alone on a park bench next to the hotel. The official competition will start tomorrow, and she hasn't decided what to draw yet.

Water is seldom specifically expressed in traditional Chinese painting, either simply with a few brush strokes, or as much as possible left on the paper.

Using such elements as the theme simply avoided all the content that Wu was good at painting.

Draw a bunch of irrelevant things to highlight 【Water】?

No, the international judges often stare directly, and the expression that is too euphemistic may not get a high score.

"Hiccup~"

A loud belch interrupted Wu's contemplation.

Si Wangqiu stepped on the clouds, squinted his eyes and touched the armrest of the bench, and then sat down.Wu felt that the chair was tilted towards him like a seesaw, and then quickly regained its balance.

Immediately afterwards, the smell of alcohol mixed with the scent of women's perfume wafted from Si Wangqiu's body with the wind.

"Director Si." She said Wu.

The voice director didn't know if Si Wangqiu was embarrassed to pick it up. In the past few days in Italy, she and Si Huanian hardly saw anyone else, let alone ask him for guidance.

Si Wangqiu squinted over, "You yourself?"

This question seemed to have some other meaning, and she unconsciously sat down more obediently, "Yes, I'll come out and think about what to draw for tomorrow's competition. Si Huanian has already rested."

Quickly explain the rationality of his behavior to the future father-in-law, and at the same time stifle the misunderstanding that he suspects that he took his daughter out on a date at night.

Si Wangqiu took out a metal jug from his pocket and shook it in his hand, "What are you struggling with this time?"

Sometimes this child just thinks too much, digging a hole can solve the problem, she can't wait to dig out a complete underground maze.

Wu said: "I was thinking, how to add what I am good at drawing in tomorrow's competition."

This is not a wise idea, Si Wangqiu raised his legs and asked, "What do you think you are good at?"

Wu said: "I am good at painting mountains, trees, and animals. Recently, I have also practiced well on characters..."

"Stop." Si Wangqiu interrupted her, "It's too superficial."

She Wu showed doubts, and tried not to look too stupid, thinking of other answers in her mind.

Si Wangqiu didn't seem to have the patience to wait for her to think about it, so he directly pointed out: "What you are good at is control. You draw a mountain, a scene, a person and an object, from the overall shape to the partial portrayal, your lines are from the beginning to the end. There is no mess in the end, the more you need to control the details, the better you can draw, this is your advantage."

If Si Wangqiu gave her a slap in the face during the last conversation, then this time it is considered a sweet date for her.

After saying this praise, Wu's pretty face blushed slightly, a little embarrassed, "Thank you."

"Want to win?" Si Wangqiu asked again.

"Of course I want to." Wu said.

Si Wangqiu said, "If you want to win, you have to think about what you can do that no one else can do."

Wu she was thoughtful.

Si Wangqiu took a sip of his wine, twisted his body, and felt uncomfortable sitting.He tilted his body, making a gesture to lie down on the bench.

"Go back and rest early." Si Wangqiu glanced at Wu who was on the other side of the bench, with obvious intentions to drive her away.

"Oh, good." She stood up hurriedly, "You should go back early, too."

Si Wangqiu fell sideways on the bench, and waved to Wu in response.

Wu she left her coat on the bench, then walked quickly towards the hotel.

The evening wind was slightly cold, and a few energetic children were imitating some football star under the street lamps, throwing the football high and pushing it far with their heads.

The football drew a beautiful arc in the air, then slowed down, fell, and rolled slowly to Wu's feet.

Wu picked up the ball, and suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration.

***

The next day, race day.

"She Wu, why did you bring a ball?"

"Secret weapon, you will know in the end."

Wu She and Si Huanian approached the competition venue. Even though they had seen many big scenes, they were still shocked by the sight before them.

The ancient Greek-style interior layout, the reliefs of gods that can be seen everywhere on the walls, the ceiling painted with Renaissance murals, and the medieval marble columns... everything is so solemn and has a sense of ceremony.

More than 100 tables were neatly distributed, and the numbers of the participating students were randomly placed on them.The staff were dressed in uniforms, with serious expressions, and the scene was in order.

Wu She and Si Huanian were divided into two places far apart. Before they separated, they hugged each other vigorously to encourage each other.

"Come on, see you at the end of the game."

Wu was holding the ball, and she was very conspicuous along the way. A staff member came over to confirm with her. Knowing that it was something she needed for painting later, she gave a few instructions and left.

The venue was filled up a little bit, and everyone silently made preliminary preparations in their seats. No one spoke, and the tension spread invisible.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the main venue was cleared of idlers, and the venue became extremely quiet, with more than 100 breathing sounds intertwined, waiting for the order.

"start!"

The drums of war sounded, and the painting was used as a soldier, and the fighting spirit swept across.

Different from the quiet main venue, the organizer specially set up a live broadcast studio in another room 50 meters away to broadcast live to the world.

The staff wore headsets, and dozens of small screens played different camera images. The director stood behind with arms folded, deciding what to display on the main screen.

Teachers, students, parents of students, relatives and friends of the Global Fine Arts University... as long as they are interested in painting, they are watching the art competition every four years in front of the screen like sports fans welcoming the World Cup.

The domestic media have already reported on the previous urban graffiti activities. Si Huanian's outstanding performance has made many people in the country proud, and the Si family in Beijing has also become more famous because of this.

This time, many people are also rushing to watch Si Huanian, wondering what kind of surprise this young Chinese girl will give them in the official match.

The Xia family was also guarding in front of the TV at this time.

Father Xia's expression was not very good-looking, his son lost the election, and his daughter represented a school from another country in the competition, he felt angry just thinking about it.

Xia Yujian huddled in a corner of the sofa, covered a part of his body with a pillow, and tried his best to reduce his sense of existence. He came to watch together, firstly, to cheer for his sister, and secondly, he was really curious about how Wu would behave.

In fact, he doesn't have much intention to compete with Wu her anymore. It's bad luck if you can't compare once, but you can't lose if you compare twice. Three times or four times... you are really inferior to others, he admits.

Father Xia knew that he would probably have to scold him again.

At the start of the competition, the strength and psychological quality of the players from each country can be seen clearly through the screen.

From time to time, the director’s screen cuts some pictures with trembling hands, sweating pictures, or pictures where the drawing paper is torn off and redrawn after just a while...

The news media created enough gimmicks for the sake of broadcast volume, and after the poor performance was broadcast, they immediately stepped on a handful and began to cut some shots of the players who played calmly.

Harry from LA American University in the United States has a fast and orderly rhythm, and the main colors are very beautiful; Si Huanian from China's No. [-] American University continues the previous brutalist painting style, and the color composition and composition catch the eyeballs... and Most of the outstanding players from other countries have a smooth and excellent start.

The camera turned again, the director quickly explained, and the scene was frozen on a student, never moving again.

This student is interesting.

On the screen, Wu first put the drawing paper on the wooden drawing board, and then put the drawing board on the ball she brought, making a shape similar to the base on which an acrobat's feet are stepped.

I saw that she first supported the drawing board with one hand, raised a small cup of liquid with the other hand, and poured it all over the center of the painting.

Gudebai was also watching the live broadcast with a few friends at this time.

"What is she doing?!" someone asked.

"I'm pretending to be aggressive." Gudebai said, "Hmph, with so many people watching, she is not afraid of overturning."

In another dormitory of the school, Lu Yi and his roommates also surrounded the computer.

"Did the master invent any new painting method? It's very courageous to try something new in the international competition." The roommate asked.

Lu Yi is quite confident in Wu's strength, "It's okay, this guy will be a stable horse when it comes to big competitions."

Wu did not feel the slightest fluctuation in her heart.

After she finished pouring the water, she supported the drawing board with one hand. Her hand was very steady, and the water drops just stopped on the paper without moving at all.

She should have specially selected the material of the paper, and the water droplets the size of steamed buns gathered in the center, with no intention of seeping into the paper.

She didn't move, her eyes were extremely focused, and she was firmly fixed on the water drop.

If you zoom in a little closer, you will find that it is not a simple drop of water, it is mixed with blue, green, and a little bit of ink, three-color paint.

The pigments should also be exquisite, they did not merge in the water, but each occupied a space, intertwined and danced in the water, at different speeds, and slowly falling...

When the cyan paint first broke through and touched the paper at the bottom, she moved.

I saw her left wrist lightly pressed, the drawing board tilted, and the cyan paint moved to the left, like a fish swimming in the water, which is very magical.

Wu carefully controls the drawing board, and every small change in the grip of the board can change the trend of the water droplets in the painting.

When the water is urgent, the flat plate closes, when the water is slow, it tilts and brakes, when it turns, the plate rotates, and when the color changes, it moves alternately.

Water can create ever-changing details in small places, the flowing paint, and the falling paper are full of surprises.

Someone in the director's studio exclaimed, "It's amazing...how did you do it?"

Only Wu can answer this question.

In the floating water drops, to accurately determine the direction of the color inside requires not only strong control, but also Wu's whole body to maintain a very stable state of mind.

Maybe this is what Si Wangqiu said, only she can do it.

Her practice of traditional Chinese painting since she was a child honed her calm and introverted state of mind when painting, and her meticulous and delicate painting style gave her absolute control over the brushwork.

It has been like a day for more than ten years, and today, it is possible to take off the pen and draw water to paint.

"But why doesn't she use a pen to cause trouble for herself?" Someone in the studio asked again.

She has naturally thought about this question, and this expression is also her imagination given by thinking about the future of art these days.

Not limited to China, looking at the world, the art of the world has gone through a process from simplicity to complexity, and then from complexity to simplicity.

As Picasso said, "It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child."

The source of painting is the purest desire for expression, there is no perspective, no rules for line arrangement, I am like observing a baby still in the mother's womb, observing the paint in my water, seeing how it dances freely in the water, and taking it everywhere Have a good swim, and finally draw what I think.

She thinks that the art of the future will be like this, with no limits, no complexity, and a return to the most primitive expression.

From time to time, the camera in the studio would cut to her body.

On her painting paper, the blue represents the sky, the green represents the ground, and the ink represents the dirt. The three colors form a whole in a wonderful proportion, describing the original expression of natural ecology, and also the meaning that all things are nourished by water.

"Cut close-up, cut close-up quickly, she is about to finish drawing!" the director shouted.

The camera is fixed on Wu's drawing paper at a close distance.

I saw the paint in the water go around, and finally, under Wu's extremely high control, it happened to be exhausted at the moment when it returned to the original point.

The paper is dry, the color is fixed, and the painting is completed.

A cycle that belongs to water and also belongs to art, so far it has a beginning and an end.

She took the drawing board off the ball, put it on the table, and finally let out a breath.

Both her arms were a little numb, but she felt a great sense of accomplishment, that she had actually completed the vision, and was very, very satisfied.

The director's room was filled with admiration.

The director turned his head to look at the sponsor and said affirmatively, "No matter what the result is this time, this Chinese student will be firmly remembered by everyone."

The author has something to say: I have always had a headache describing scenes, and the scene descriptions in this chapter almost drained my brain cells...

☆、Double-edged sword

As the game draws to a close, the atmosphere in the venue is still not relaxed.

Wu took a short break, not forgetting the last step: signature.

The signature of the first international competition is very meaningful. She took out a soft pen, bent down, found the lower right corner of the painting, and wrote two Chinese characters proficiently:

her age

This signature has a characteristic, the first stroke of "folding" and the end of the last stroke of "vertical" are connected together.

Connected end to end, it belongs to her and Niannian's exclusive romantic design.

Wu she gently dried the ink, her eyes soft.

Just like what she thought when she decided to use this pen name, she hopes that Si Huanian will witness all of Wu's works in the future.

What she didn't know was that the studio cut a close-up shot of the signature, and just like that, the two Chinese characters appeared on thousands of screens.

"It's her year!"

In the editorial department of the Beijing Art Newspaper, a editor called out after seeing the camera. He had written a report introducing young artists in Beijing before, and he had an impression of "Her Years".

Another editor said: "I remember her. I interviewed her before the American University celebration. She is a very polite child."

The editor-in-chief made a decisive decision, "Hurry up, find the manuscript, and put it on the top of the homepage for me! Don't be idle, everyone else, write all the new reports, and focus on her year!"

The editing room is busy.

Not only art media, mainstream media in various fields also smelled hot spots. For a while, countless writers entered the name of "her year" in the document...

There is another person who is extremely sensitive to this name.

Si family villa.

"bump!"

The goblet smashed straight towards the center of the TV, the red wine mixed with glass shards spilled all over the floor, and the word "her year" on the screen pierced Ling Luo's eyes like needles.

"Okay, okay, Xia Jinnian, you are amazing!" Ling Luo had a hint of madness in his eyes, "As expected of the daughter you raised, just like you, she likes to cuddle and be mean!"

Ling Luo regretted deeply, why didn't she kill Wu directly, no matter how hard she tried at that time!

The game on TV ended after 10 minutes. The contestants left the paintings on the table and exited in an orderly manner.

Si Huanian ran to her side, "How is it?"

Wu she smiled, "Fortunately, so-so."

Si Huanian poked her face lightly with her finger, "Don't lie, are you sure? Are you confident to take the first place?"

Before Wu could respond, Harry said in a strange way behind his back, "Nian, you can't lose your mind if you like someone, just like her, it's hard to get close to the top ten..."

It's not unfounded for Harry to think so. It's true that no Chinese school has entered the top ten in international competitions for more than ten years.

Si Huanian seemed to be stepped on by someone's tail suddenly, someone dared to belittle Wu her in front of her, she was about to blow her hair, but Wu took her back,

"There is no need to be angry with him, we will speak with our strength tomorrow, trust me."

Believe me.

Coupled with Wu's steady gaze, it has the power to quickly put people at ease.

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