Chapter 293: Itchy heart, who did you learn the word from?

Chapter 293: Itchy heart, who did you learn the word from?

Chapter 293 I feel itchy, who did I learn the word from?

“Seven guests are now learning how to make pen, ink, paper and inkstones in the studio. Are the commentators and teachers ready? If so, we will turn on the camera.”

Xu Qingmei just turned her eyes to the side after sitting down. Before she could say hello, she was interrupted by the staff, and a trace of displeasure flashed on her face.

But before she could speak, Li Wanxuan, who was sitting in the middle, had already smiled and nodded: "Open it, just to see how these little guys are doing."

After the words fell, across from the five people, the huge LCD screen that was originally closed suddenly lit up, and four split screens appeared, corresponding to the four areas of pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

“Do these children now know that the reviewer is observing them?”

The PD in charge here saw Mr. Shi who was asking the question. He didn't dare to neglect at all. He quickly shook his head and replied: "I don't know. Mr. Shi, in this issue of the calligraphy and painting chapter, the state between the reviewer and the guests in front of the camera is They do not interfere with each other. The guests are only responsible for reflecting the inheritance of calligraphy and painting, and the commentators are only responsible for commenting on the performance of the guests. "

 “That’s fine, it’s more real this way,”

 “That’s what Mr. Shi said.”

Shen Yunqing adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose and glanced across the four split screens. He soon found the figure in the second ink-making area who was beating the ink block with his back to the camera. Unknowingly, the corners of his mouth He smiled.

After a while, he moved his eyes to the paper-making area in the lower left corner and glanced at Shen Hechen who was immersed in making a fan.

 Before entering this room, Xu Qingmei planned to observe Jiang Lingxi's performance under the camera.

 But now, there is someone who interests her more.

Picked up the tablet placed on the table in front of her. She seemed to be staring at the LCD screen like everyone else, but her corner of her eye and attention fell on the tablet in her hand.

In addition to the information of the guests, there are also the information of five reviewers on the tablet.

After reading Shen Yunqing's information, Xu Qingmei felt even more interested.

 She is actually a staff member of the museum.

 She has favored men from all walks of life, but has never tried the type of scholar.

 Especially the person next to her who is both excellent in appearance and temperament.

 It’s really hard not to make her feel itchy!

 Turn off the tablet and look at Jing Huai on the screen, who is learning to make brushes from a master.

 It was obviously still the same face that she admired before, and the classical temperament that she liked was still there, not to mention the antique environment bonus.

 But no matter how I look at it now, it seems a bit boring.

 Li Wanxuan was sitting on the other side of Xu Qingmei. Even if she didn't pay special attention, she could still notice that the little star next to her was absent-minded.

 She couldn't help but sneer in her heart. If possible, she really wanted Mr. Shen to switch seats with this big star Xu.

Putting aside her dissatisfaction, after watching the performances of the seven guests on the screen, she touched the microphone on her collar, "The girl in Suyi who painted "Burning Life", the inkstone she wants to repair doesn't look very good. Repair, can it be repaired today?”

　　The two commentators sitting on the other side of her spoke in unison: "Compared to others, her task is indeed more difficult."

 Li Wanxuan looked out of the camera, "What if this is not completed?"

PD's voice came from outside the camera, with a hint of regret: "Then it can only be considered a mission failure."

Xu Qingmei also glanced at the little girl who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and carefully gluing the pieces together regardless of her appearance.

There are two guests in the other three screens, but there is only Suyi in this split screen.

I thought in my heart: Don’t overestimate your capabilities!

There was a hint of regret on the face: "I see that other districts are almost finished. It's such a pity for this Suyi girl."

Just when no one thought Su Yi could complete the task, the last comment sounded, "Repair is something that practice makes perfect. The hardest part is the beginning. After you learn how to repair, you just have to repeat the process. You might as well Looking forward to it again.”

Li Wanxuan immediately looked past Xu Qingmei and looked at Shen Yunqing. Thinking about this, she was about to speak. "Mr. Shen deserves to be working in a museum. When it comes to restoration, we are laymen, but you are an expert. Then I will follow Mr. Shen and look forward to seeing if this girl in Suyi will give us a surprise in the end!"

Li Wanxuan couldn't help but raise her hand and pinch her eyebrows.

Although the meaning of Xu Qingmei's words was similar to what she originally intended to say, she still felt a little awkward after listening to it now.

Mr. Shi has been paying attention to his wife. When he saw her raising her hand to pinch her eyebrows, he knew that she was a little impatient.

Since he didn’t have a camera, he frowned and glared at Xu Qingmei.

　　You still respect the elders? Is it called respecting the elders before you speak before your seniors?

Shen Yunqing listened to the compliment without any trace of it. He didn't turn his head even half an inch and looked at the screen intently. He changed the subject without any trace: "Shen Hechen's fan is ready."

 When everyone was reminded by him, they immediately turned their attention to the split screen again.

“This guy seems to be the fastest. Wait, why did he get to the brush area?”

“I borrowed a brush, are you planning to inscribe or paint on the fan?”

“I took the brush to the ink-making area again, I guess this is really my plan.”

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Jiang Lingxi looked at Shen Hechen who came in with a fan in one hand and a writing brush in the other.

He kept beating the ink **** on his hands, and he still had enough time to chat: "Is your fan ready?"

The young man had a little pride on his face that he failed to suppress, and he tried his best to nod his head reservedly, "It's done, but I plan to write a few more words on the fan to make it even more perfect."

Qian Yaya weakly raised her head and looked at the fan in Shen Hechen's hand, with regret on her face: "You are going too fast. If I had known, if I had known, I would have chosen this too!"

 After speaking, she looked at the ink ball in front of her, and looked hopefully at the old master who was holding ink for Shen Hechen, "Master..."

Jiang Lingxi sat next to her, took one look at her and concluded, "Not yet."

"Huh?" Qian Yaya couldn't help but wailed, "I think it's almost done."

After the master handed the ink sticks to Shen and Chen, he walked over with his hands behind his back. He looked at the ink sticks in front of them and shook his head, "No way."

Jiang Lingxi was not surprised by this evaluation. She also knew that the beating was not yet done.

 Change your hand and continue.

Qian Yaya loosened the hammer, shook her arm vigorously, and said a little unwillingly, "Then how long do you think the hammering will take?"

"At least three thousand blows." The old master held out three fingers, paused and then said ruthlessly, "Xiao Jiang's piece still has a thousand blows, and you, two thousand."

Qian Yaya felt her eyes go dark and almost buried her face in the ink.

It also made several commentators who were watching their performance laugh.

After Shen Hechen borrowed a pen and ink, he originally planned to go back to the paper and silk area to write, but when he thought that there was Lu Sen in the paper and silk area who talked a lot after getting acquainted with him, he hesitated and moved a chair to stay. In the ink making area.

I found a clean inkstone on the table, dripped water and polished the ink. After polishing, I dipped my pen in the ink, waved my hand and wrote a few calligraphy characters on the fan.

Jiang Lingxi originally just glanced at him casually, but when she saw the large characters with still wet ink on the golden fan, her eyes paused.

 “Who did you learn this word...from?”

 “Follow me, my cousin.”

 (End of this chapter)