Chapter 219 Feng the Little Fool
The Literary Garden is divided into five areas, with the Poetry Court in the middle and the Qin, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting Courts located around the Poetry Court.
Wenyuan focuses on poetry, supplemented by music, chess, calligraphy and painting, so the annual talent competition is named after the Poetry Club.
The painting academy is located in the south. When Feng Qingyi walked in, he saw neatly arranged tables and chairs, with pens, ink, paper and inkstones placed on the table.
Feng Qingyi tugged at Qianjue's clothes, "How do you compare?"
"Just find a seat and sit down. I'll give you a question later. Just draw according to the rules."
After Qian Jue finished speaking, he found a place to sit, and Feng Qingyi sat down next to him.
Feng Qingyi looked at the things on the table and picked up a small note, "Qianjue, what is this for?"
Qian Jue: "...the one who wrote the name."
"What about that, please help me write it!"
She didn't learn even half of the characters here, so naturally she couldn't write the name, so now she could only ask for help.
Qian Jue took the note, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote a few words on the note.
Feng Qingyi looked at what he wrote, "What are you writing?"
"Your name, here it is." Qian Jue handed the note to Feng Qingyi.
Feng Qingyi read the words on the note, "Do you think I'm stupid? My name only has three characters, this is obviously four!"
Qian Jue pointed to the words on the note, "You read it wrong. Your word "濑" is to be split here, so these two words are together."
"Haha, just bluff me! I can do it without you."
Feng Qingyi snatched the blank note from Qianjue's desk.
Then he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, took a photo of the words Qian Jue just wrote, and sent it to Qin Yuchuan.
[Yu Chuan: What’s wrong? 】
[Qingyi: Please help me see what words are on the picture I sent you? 】
[Yu Chuan: Feng the little fool? 】
[Qingyi: You scolded me! 】
[Yu Chuan: ...When did I scold you? These are the four words written on this note. 】
[Qingyi:...]
[Yuchuan: Who wrote this word? 】
[Qingyi: Qianjue, I’m so angry. He even lied to me and said it was my name that he wrote. He treated me like a fool! 】
[Qingyi: Please write my name for me and I will give you the note. 】
[Yu Chuan: OK. 】
Feng Qingyi quietly passed the note to Qin Yuchuan, then looked at Qian Jue, "I can solve it myself without relying on you, liar."
Qian Jue: "Little girl, you are quite smart. Hurry up and sit down. The question is about to come out. You should behave well and don't embarrass me."
Feng Qingyi said: "... Just don't say you know me."
[Yu Chuan: Okay. 】
[Qingyi: I love you! 】
[Yuchuan: What are you doing? 】
[Qingyi: I was at your late spring poetry meeting in Shengjing, preparing to paint, and Qianjue was right next to me. 】
[Yu Chuan: Well, then you should paint well. 】
[Qingyi: I will. I won’t tell you anymore and will start right away. 】
[Yu Chuan: Yeah. 】
Feng Qingyi put his mobile phone in his pocket. Someone had already sent him the title of this painting.
Feng Qingyi looked at the four words on it and could only bite the bullet and poke Qian Jue.
"Show me what's written on it."
Qian Jue: "Who just said that the problem can be solved without relying on me? Why don't you ask your general again?"
Feng Qingyi blinked, "I was wrong, I apologize to you, please help me, save me, you are the best!"
"Okay, if my original appearance was okay, how would it look like for you to act coquettishly with an old man like this?" Qian Jue said.
Feng Qingyi: "Like a granddaughter and grandpa acting coquettishly!"
Qian Jue: "...I don't have a granddaughter as old as you. What's written here is romantic. Think about it yourself."
"Tell me what you are going to draw?" Feng Qingyi asked.
Qian Jue looked indifferent, "I want to go, let's start, go back and sit down quickly."
"Okay!" Feng Qingyi sat back in his seat.
The word "wind, flowers, snow and moon" originally refers to the natural scenery often described in old poetry.
Later, it is a metaphor for poems that are filled with words and have poor and empty content. It also refers to love affairs or the absurd life of living and drinking.
So the theme should be love!
It is not easy to paint this theme, and it is still ink. Feng Qingyi looked around and saw that everyone had already sat down and started painting.
Feng Qingyi didn't want to disturb others, so he had to sit down and think about what to draw. After spending a long time thinking about it, Feng Qingyi finally started painting.
She had learned ink painting in virtual classes, but she didn't practice much. There was only a piece of paper here, so she needed to be careful.
There was silence in the painting academy. Even the crowd of people watching didn't make any sound, they just stood aside and watched.
Xu Linghe and Zhao Yiqing just walked out of the academy. Zhao Yiqing's calligraphy was perfected in one go. He quickly finished it and handed it in, and then took Xu Linghe around.
Entering the art academy, Xu Linghe saw Feng Qingyi at a glance.
She pointed in the direction of Feng Qingyi, "Mr. Zhao, can we go and see what Qingyi drew?"
Zhao Yiqing nodded, "Let's be gentle and not disturb them."
Xu Linghe nodded, "Yeah."
The two of them walked to Feng Qingyi's side and saw the farewell picture of Hengqiao drawn by Feng Qingyi.
The two of them looked at each other and walked to the corner. Xu Linghe asked, "Mr. Zhao, what do you think of Qingyi's painting?"
"Miss Feng's paintings are very delicate and profound, and can be called masterpieces." Zhao Yiqing did not hesitate to praise.
Xu Linghe: "The one sitting next to her just now is Qian Jue. Who do you think paints better between the two of them?"
"Qian Jue has been famous for a long time. His skills are sophisticated and he can handle such a conference with ease. Miss Feng is still a little immature compared to him, but she will definitely surpass him in time." Zhao Yiqing objectively evaluated the two.
Xu Linghe listened, "Qingyi is already very good. Qian Jue is already gray-haired, and Qingyi is still young. She will definitely win the championship in the future."
Zhao Yiqing nodded, "Miss Feng has great potential. If she practices hard in the future, she will definitely become a famous artist."
Feng Qingyi thought it would take a whole morning to finish the painting, but she didn't expect it to take more than two hours to finish it.
She handed in the finished painting and the name written by Qin Yuchuan for her, and walked out of the lobby of the painting academy.
"What are you painting today for the theme of wind, flowers, snow and moon?"
"The wind is too difficult to paint, so I chose the moon."
"I painted flowers. Spring flowers have always been the most popular choice for painting. It depends on each person's skills."
"..."
Feng Qingyi heard the discussion of people outside the courtyard and doubted herself for a moment.
Is this "wind, flowers, snow and moon" a literal meaning?
It shouldn't be that way!
For such a competition, the topic shouldn't be so simple!