Chapter 92: Emerging from the silt but not stained

In the living room of the Ji family, Qi Ziyan covered his face, not realizing what he should do for a moment.

"You go first." Zhang Tian tried to calm himself down. "I'll let you suffer today so that you can do less stupid things tomorrow."

Qi Ziyan covered his face and wanted to say something, but was frightened by Zhang Tian's glare and shut up.

Qi Ziyan suddenly remembered that when he first met Zhang Tian, ​​Zhang Tian's arms seemed to be covered with various tattoos.

"You should go first. Don't just stand there. Learn your lesson. It's good that I slapped you openly today. You will feel worse when others plot against you secretly."

Zhang Tian said.

Zhang Tian's words made sense. Qi Ziyan thought about how Ji Chenxing had tripped him up more than once, nodded in agreement, and left the living room of the Ji family.

After Qi Ziyan left, the atmosphere in the Ji family's live broadcast room became much more relaxed.

"Miss Ji, I just heard Master Ji say that you can also imitate this painting? Is that true?"

As soon as Zhang Tian asked the question, the entire comment section started discussing it again.

[I know Ji Yunfan likes Sister Xing very much now, but there is no need to say that Sister Xing can paint ancient paintings, isn't this flattery? ]

[To be honest, Sister Xing knows so much about ancient Chinese literature and history, she is already the strongest sister in my heart. It doesn’t matter if she can’t draw. But I hope Ji Yunfan will not tell lies and ruin our Sister Xing’s reputation.]

[I don't believe Ji Chenxing can draw, so don't blame her for everything, okay? How can there be such a strong person in this world? For those who believe Ji Chenxing can draw, in order to prevent you from being disappointed by the collapse of the house in the end, I advise you to open your eyes as soon as possible and chase stars rationally! ]

[No, I believe in Sister Xing! I also believe in Ji Yunfan! ]

[I advise you not to believe it blindly. At the beginning, Qi Ziyan said that he had taken art as an elective course, but look at him today. He directly spilled half a cup of tea on a famous painting. How can he have any respect for art? ]

In front of the camera, Ji Chenxing couldn't see what was being said in the comment section, but she could see the regret and reluctance in Shangguan's eyes that a good painting was ruined by Qi Ziyan.

The longevity lock that Shangguan gave him was still in his hand. Ji Chenxing was not the kind of person who did not know how to repay a favor.

"Aunt Shangguan, I have also studied Su He's words a little bit. How about I..."

Before she could even utter the word "try", Shangguan interrupted her immediately.

“Chen Xing, Auntie knows you are very capable, but this painting is a depiction of Su He’s entire painting, and it is not an easy task to paint it.

"What's more..." Shangguan sighed, "We don't have the original painting, so we're bound to make mistakes when copying it. Now this fake has been stained, so copying it will only make matters worse. Let's not try."

Shangguan has also been living under the spotlight for a long time, and he is well aware of the nitpicking eyes of those below the stage.

In the live broadcast room, in front of netizens across the country, if Ji Chenxing's painting does not satisfy netizens, then she will become a joke among these netizens for a long time.

As smart as Ji Chenxing is, she understood the deep meaning behind Shangguan's words as soon as they came out.

Ji Chenxing knew very well what the consequences would be if he drew the picture wrong in front of so many netizens.

But Ji Chenxing was not afraid.

Since she said that she had some knowledge of Su He's paintings, she must have some basic knowledge of his skills.

Although it is impossible to imitate to the point of complete lifelikeness, but if you can imitate the image to a certain extent, it is enough to have hands.

Ji Chenxing and Shangguan looked at each other. The former saw worry in the latter's eyes, while the latter saw confidence and high-spiritedness in the former's eyes.

At that moment, Shangguan knew that he shouldn't have stopped them. "Bring me a pen and paper," Ji Chenxing said to the staff of the program.

The comment section exploded once again.

[No way? No way, she really wants to draw]

[Watch carefully this time. If the director dares to use a double, I will never watch anything he shoots again.]

[I think Ji Chenxing is going to be in trouble. Why bother to find such a thing for himself?]

[It’s funny if I can’t draw it, I won’t say any more, I’m waiting to see the joke]

[Wow, sister Xing, I believe you can definitely draw it]

Amid the doubts in the comments, Ji Chenxing began to write.

In order to more closely restore the original, the program team only provided Ji Chenxing with two types of paint: black and pink.

Ji Chenxing spread out the rice paper, soaked the wolf hair brush with ink, and put down his brush with confidence.

Ji Chenxing seemed to have broken the entire picture down into “dots,” “lines,” and “surfaces.” She was so familiar with the composition that she didn’t even need to think too much before she put pen to paper and drew nearly perfect strokes.

In ancient times, in the examination hall of the Su Mansion, Su He was walking among many examinees, occasionally looking down at the paintings drawn by the examinees.

Su He had to admit that the candidates this time were very strong and the lotus they drew were also perfect.

But no matter how you look at it, this artistic conception always seems "dead", and they failed to capture the inner spirit and charm of the lotus.

"… it emerges from the mud without being stained, washes in the clear water without being coquettish, is straight inside and outside, and has no vines or branches…"

Su He recited "On the Love of Lotus" on the spot, hoping to give some inspiration to the group of candidates.

But when he walked around again, he found that the level of the candidates had not changed at all. He closed his eyes and shook his head regretfully.

But when he looked up again, he saw a painting full of spirit in a trance.

This painting is obviously an imitation of one of his previous paintings, but what is commendable is that the painter has completely painted what he painted through tracing, and the artistic conception when he painted that painting has also been imitated to a great extent.

Su He looked carefully and found that the person who was painting was none other than Ji Chenxing on the screen!
Once you have seen the sea, you will never be impressed by other waters. After seeing Ji Chenxing's talent, it was hard for Su He to be interested in other people's paintings.

On the screen, the confident girl was still drawing the final strokes of the black and white part of the painting.

Between ink and paper, black and white, a branch with tiny thorns extends out from it, and on it, there is a bulging pink bud waiting to bloom.

Next to this flower bud, there are also a few blooming lotus flowers scattered around.

The pink color of this lotus is very light, and when painted on the drawing paper, it actually has a semi-transparent meaning.

Su He touched the beard on his chin and expressed his satisfaction with Ji Chenxing's painting.

Emerging from the mud without being stained, washing in the clear water without being coquettish, this should be what she paints, right?

Although she was copying her own painting, it now seems to be even better than before.

An hour had passed, and Su He cleared his throat in front of the room full of candidates whom he looked down upon.

"Time is up, everyone hand in your papers."