Chapter 305

"What?" His voice was a little low, and some of the muqingge, which was more focused on painting, could not be heard clearly.

"Nothing." Rong Qingzhi looked around and said, "everyone is sitting and painting. Why do you have to stand?"

"I draw a lot, and I can do it better standing." Mu Qingge holds the brush, and the tip of the brush turns nimbly under her hands. "They should be painting fine brushwork. They are not so casual. They need to be careful."

Rong Qingzhi asked curiously, "you choose the painting that you write with part-time work, but because you are better at it?"

"No Mu Qingge shook his head, "I'm better at meticulous painting."

"Then why did you choose to write part-time?" Rong Qing's brow was rarely twisted, and he said, "in fact, in terms of the competition, fine brushwork is more favored by the judges. In previous years, fine brushwork is the first one."

Then he said, "you're not good at fine brushwork. You're better at fine brushwork. Why do you have to work as a part-time painter?"

"Come on, it's a game! Is there a time limit? " Mu Qingge gave him a white eye, "if I draw such a large fine brushwork painting, I'm afraid I'll have to draw it until night!"

"You can draw a little." Rong Qingzhi cautiously suggested: "don't you see that we also draw a small one?"

"I like it. No way." Mu Qingge's eyelashes are drooping and clear. "If you don't draw, you don't draw. If you want to draw, if you want to make yourself comfortable, you are not comfortable. What good painting can you draw?"

But your painting is really bad now!

Rong Qingzhi glances at MuQing. Although the singer has rendered three layers, it's still a very fuzzy picture. The corners of his mouth twitch, and he tries hard to bear it. Then he doesn't say it.

However, he still couldn't help but suggest: "it's only about a quarter of an hour past. In fact, you can start over and draw a fine painting."

"Why are you so wordy?" Mu Qingge can't bear it. She's been nagging her for a long time, "chirping like a sparrow, are you bored?"

Rong Qingzhi was scolded, not annoyed, but just put on a look of grievance: "I'm also for you. If you are better at fine brushwork, just draw fine brushwork. Anyway, it's only a quarter of an hour since the time passed..."

"You know it's less than a quarter of an hour past." Mu Qingge said angrily, "I just started painting. How do you know that I'm not good at painting and writing?"

Is it really suitable for her to deny her painting so soon?

"But..."

"Go away!" Mu Qingge crisp, a fold in the hands of the brush, gnashing his teeth: "do not roll, I beat you all over the ground looking for teeth!"

"Well, I'll go. Can't I go?" Rong Qingzhi is helpless.

"Hum!" Mu Qingge gave a cold hum, and saw that the brush which could render the fastest was broken and frowned, but he didn't say anything. He picked up the biggest brush in a big bundle and began to render again with ink.

Rong Qingzhi noticed her frowning movement and asked softly, "do you want another bigger brush for you?"

The length of the painting is relatively large. Muqingge's painting is quite laborious, so he has a high requirement for concentration. After he holds the brush again, he doesn't pay attention to what he says.

Rong Qing saw that her eyelashes were drooping, her cheeks were pink and pink, her face was focused, her eyes were quiet, and she was calm and wise.

In addition, she holds the brush in a very good posture. Her fingers are white and beautiful. She looks very pleasant.

Rong Qingzhi wanted to open his mouth. He saw a pair of long and narrow eyes that were bending and smiling all the year round. At this time, he opened some eyes, and the eyes were dark and deep.

He definitely looked at mu Qingge for a few seconds, but he saw that mu Qingge didn't look up. He pulled his lips, his eyes re dyed with a smile, and he quietly turned away.

Mu Qingge didn't pay attention to Rong Qingzhi and drew his own.

Painting requires calmness and concentration.

Little by little, an hour and a half passed quickly, and there were still two quarters of an hour left. The painter was finishing the final layer of color rendering.

This is a written examination of calligraphy and painting, testing the painter and writing, so the requirements of the word is not high, and there is no need to be original, just need to write a short poem on it, or the feeling of painting.

In the remaining quarter of an hour, the painters had finished painting and began to write inscriptions on their own paper.

Painting is very important, so is the writing of inscriptions. If a painting is perfect, but the words on it are not so good, a painting will be destroyed.

When people write inscriptions, they are also careful.

At the end of the title, I wrote down my name and pressed down the paper with the paperweight. Then I put down the brush carefully and breathed a sigh of relief.

When everyone had finished drawing, they couldn't help looking around.

Then, they all found that the five of them had finished painting, only mu Qingge was still waving the brush quickly.

Li Tianxiang looked at it, standing in the original position, and couldn't help laughing, "except Princess Jue, we've already painted it!"

Kuai Ziying's lips are slanting. She looks at mu Qingge and walks towards her.

As soon as she raised her foot, she saw mu Qingge take a long breath, then put down the brush, picked up another brush, moved the paper slightly, and began to brush on one side.

Looking at the posture of Mu Qingge, we all think that mu Qingge is an inscription.

When she painted such a big picture, she began to write inscriptions?

Li Tianxiang and Kuai Ziying frowned and went to Mu Qingge.

But in the past, it's OK. In the past, I was stunned to see the paintings of muqingge. I covered my lips and looked at the paintings of muqingge with trembling eyes.

Participants are not allowed to be disturbed by others as long as they are within the time limit.

Princess Huaqing and Qin Ziqing naturally finished their painting, but they did not go to muqingge like Li Tianxiang and Kuai Ziying. Instead, they stood quietly and magnanimously in the same place, waiting for the game to stay.

However, Li Tianxiang and Kuai Ziying look too eye-catching, as if to see an impossible thing happen in front of us.

Two people forbeared, did not forbear, see Mu light song has begun inscriptions, can not help but also close to the past.

As soon as they passed, they were stunned.

Princess Huaqing's face turned white, and she said in a trembling voice, "well, how can it be?"

Qin Ziqing's eyes shuttled through mu Qingge's paintings. He couldn't say a word.

The four looked so strange that the judges under the stage looked at each other and couldn't help being curious. Seeing that the time was almost up, they stepped onto the stage one after another.