Chapter 173: in love
Chapter 173 Love
Nanhuang looked at Ye Xinyao with a calm smile and said, "Student Ye Xinyao, do you know that what is fake cannot be true, and what is true cannot be false."
"The real strength that can be shown is my evidence."
"Want to play live?" Ye Xinyao curled her lips, "That's right, I also have the same meaning."
She is so comfortable, she always feels that Ye Xinyao set up a pit for her to jump into.
Ye Xinyao continued: "Many painters don't like being watched by others, and I happen to be one of them. I specially set up two isolated painting booths for us to paint quietly. How about it?"
Ye Xinyao smiled softly and said: "The questions are set on the spot, and the assessment is done on the spot. There must be no false ones."
It turns out that the two separate compartments are the isolated painting pavilion set up by Ye Xinyao.
What is she planning?
Nanhuang said: "Okay, I accept your arrangement."
As he spoke, Ye Xinyao pulled back the black cloth of the compartment and showed it to everyone: "There are two compartments with all the tools needed for oil painting. Please confirm."
Indeed, it looks like two identical compartments.
Ye Xinyao casually pointed to a boy under the stage: "You come to come up with a question."
The boy pointed to himself: "Me?"
"That's right, it's you."
The boy hesitated and said: "Then... this is a sudden question... I too... Or, since it's autumn this season, why don't you make a painting with autumn as the theme?"
Many students on the side also said: "Yes."
"Yes. It fits the occasion."
Another **** the side said: "No, let's just love, love in autumn."
The other students also nodded. "Okay, autumn and love are pretty good."
Nanhuang looked around. If even Ye Xinyao could control such questions, then too many people would have to be bribed. There is nothing wrong with asking questions on the spot.
So where is her plan?
Ye Xinyao said respectfully: "Sister, please."
Nanhuang followed Ye Xinyao's guidance and arrived at her cubicle.
The black curtain was drawn, and Nanhuang didn't notice any interference from electronic equipment. She checked the ink, and there was no problem.
Just as she was about to draw with a pen, she suddenly felt a tingling pain in her palm.
She immediately withdrew her hand, squatted down to look, and saw a silver needle stuck between the brushes.
Nanhuang's complexion immediately turned dark.
She tried the grip strength of her right hand, only feeling that her right hand was gradually being paralyzed.
The anesthetic is actually a needle stained with anesthetic.
His right hand is paralyzed, so he cannot paint. No matter whether you have the strength of Qinghuang or not, you can't make Qinghuang works.
Nanhuang looked in Ye Xinyao's direction.
That's what she intends to do.
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Time passed by minute by minute, and the two men, Mr. Rong Wu and Yang Bo, strolled over. He didn't see Nanhuang at a glance, but he recognized the little girl Cen Si who often appeared beside Nanhuang.
So he asked: "Student, where is Ye Nanhuang?"
Cen Si had seen the big competition of the three schools on the spot, and immediately recognized Rong Wuye as a local tyrant. After opening her mouth in surprise for a while, she pointed to a cubicle and said, "Senior sister is drawing in it."
"Is she drawing?" Rong Wuye looked in the direction of the cubicle, "Is she sitting on the bench or the sofa?"
Cen Si was taken aback, what kind of bench or sofa? "It seems... there is a round, hard bench."
Cen Si's voice fell to the ground, and Fifth Master Rong's air pressure dropped and dropped.
His Bao'er is not feeling well, especially there.
Actually sitting on a hard bench?
She shouldn't have been let out.
Cen Si was trembling under the low air pressure, did she say something wrong? Why does it feel so scary right now?
…
Three hours passed.
In a short period of time, it is impossible to make exquisite large-scale oil paintings. However, the oil painting master is enough to show his strength in this short period of time.
Ye Xinyao took the painting out, her face was full of excitement, the ink in her hand was still wet, it was obviously a new one.
She put her painting on the easel outside.
Students from the Academy of Fine Arts came to appreciate it one after another.
"This painting, artistic conception, and brushwork are really perfect."
"Yes, this painting method is the same as the one that Ye Xinyao showed in the competition of the three schools."
"Did Ye Xinyao not cheat?"
"Yes, it's the same. Ye Xinyao didn't cheat?"
"Why hasn't student Ye Nanhuang come out yet?"
"Did something happen to Ye Nanhuang?"
"No way. Could it be that Ye Xinyao didn't cheat in the competition between the three schools, but Ye Nanhuang was really the one who cheated?"
"What is evidence, works are evidence!"
Ye Xinyao's smile gradually widened.
Ye Nanhuang, Ye Nanhuang. How you stepped on me then, I will step on you today!
Does it feel good to be told you cheated? Is it good to fall from the clouds into the dust? !
Ye Xinyao walked to Nanhuang's cubicle and said, "Sister, it's time, you should hand in your drawing."
As he spoke, he pulled open her partition.
Behind the curtain, Nanhuang held a paintbrush in her mouth and a spatula in her left hand, sitting leisurely on a tall round stool, with one leg slightly bent and the other flat.
The small face turned to Ye Xinyao, and the cleanliness and focus of the painting had not faded away.
For a moment, even Ye Xinyao was taken aback.
On the field, more people looked at Nanhuang like this, and they all froze for a moment.
So beautiful, so pure.
Rong Wuye was also taken aback by Nanhuang at this time, and immediately looked left and right, and his face turned dark with displeasure.
How could his Baoer be seen by so many people?
Nanhuang finally realized that the time was up, she took the paintbrush out of her mouth with the left hand of the spatula, and there was still some ink on her face.
She put the brush scraper aside, and walked out with the painting in her left hand.
Ye Xinyao looked at her in shock.
She actually finished the painting?
No, I can’t let her draw well!
Thinking of this, Ye Xinyao stretched out her feet to trip Nanhuang.
Rong Wuye's eyes were very sharp, and the moment he saw Ye Xinyao's small movements, his dark eyes showed a sense of terror.
"Fifth Master." Yang Bo said.
Rong Fifth Master restrained his breath.
I saw that Nanhuang seemed to have eyes under her feet. She raised her feet high, and then stepped on them hard—
Ye Xinyao was in so much pain that she almost shed tears.
"you!"
Nanhuang glanced at her. "Still giving way?"
Ye Xinyao reluctantly stepped aside.
Nanhuang walked out of the cubicle, and then displayed her work on the easel. She stood beside her work and looked at everyone with a smile on her ink face.
"This is my work. The time is very short, and the painting is very simple." Nanhuang said with a smile, "It's called, "Love."
Master Rong Wu looked at Nanhuang's painting, the man's face was dull for a moment, and then he smiled slightly.
I saw that her painting was divided into two halves.
It was half daytime, a twenty-two-year-old girl in a white shirt and black jeans, standing on the edge of a cliff with her hand outstretched.
The other half is the night, a thin top, slacks, a hot spring villa, under the maple tree, a thirteen-year-old boy stretching out his hand to her.
Switched the background, swapped day and night.
Across time and space, the two handed out their future to each other.
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Author's Note: Let me explain, the background of this painting has been changed. It was supposed to be a 13-year-old boy on the edge of a cliff and a 22-year-old girl in a hot spring villa. Then Nanhuang intentionally changed the artistic process several times, deliberately changing the background. This is another painting that only Rong Wuye and Nanhuang can understand.
(end of this chapter)