It is a prestigious art gallery near the imperial capital - Shengyi Art Gallery.

In order to encourage the all-round development of young people and promote Chinese traditional culture, Shengyi Art Museum specially organized this Youth Art Competition and negotiated enrollment matters with several famous art universities in China.

Meng Shunai was very familiar with Shengyi Art Museum, especially the several elderly people and the director in the museum. They had met each other in previous years.

When Meng Shunai and Lin Moyu brought the painting over, they just greeted the person in front of them and then found the curator Xu Yiyang.

Xu Yiyang was busy with his work, and was a little surprised to see Meng Shunai coming over. He quickly greeted him, "What's going on today? How come Mr. Meng has time to come to my place?"

"It's all because of the competition." Meng Shunai said indifferently, then handed the painting to the curator and asked, "Director Xu, is my teacher in the museum today?"

Xu Yiyang immediately thought of the national player Mr. Sun. Meng Shu was a disciple of the national player Mr. Sun and was doing well in the circle.

He immediately smiled and said to Meng Shunai: "Mr. Sun hasn't been to our art museum recently, but there will be an art exhibition in the museum in a few days, and we will definitely invite Mr. Sun then."

"I haven't seen my master for a while. I will come over when the time comes." Meng Shunai exchanged a few polite words with Xu Yiyang, then pointed at Lin Moyu who had been standing beside him.

"Director Xu, the painting in your hand was drawn by the student next to me. This is the first time in all my years of teaching that I have seen an excellent work that satisfies me."

Xu Yiyang's eyes lit up. To be able to let the disciple of national master Mr. Sun speak well of his works, he must be quite outstanding.

He said repeatedly: "Really? I didn't expect your student to have such a high talent at this age."

As he spoke, Xu Yiyang reached out and slowly took the painting that Meng Shunai had brought over with great interest.

When Xu Yiyang opened the painting, he was a little surprised because the blank space was so large that he almost thought Meng Shunai had taken the wrong drawing paper. But it was not until he opened all the papers that he could see the whole picture of the painting.

A clump of grass growing tenaciously among a pile of rocks can be considered an inspirational work.

Xu Yiyang looked at it carefully and didn't say anything for a long time.

Originally, there was no need to find Director Xu to submit the entries, but Meng Shunai's main purpose of coming here this time was to test the waters and see if there were any works in this competition that were better than Lin Moyu's "Rocks".

It also gave Lin Moyu a little idea in her mind.

Meng Shunai waited for a while, but didn't see Xu Yiyang's intention to comment, so he took the initiative to ask: "Director Xu, what do you think of this painting?"

Xu Yiyang's eyes were somewhat deep and complicated. He glanced at Lin Moyu, who was just a high school student and still seemed inexperienced. He nodded slowly and said, "Not bad. There is still a lot of room for development."

Meng Shunai has been in this circle for a long time, and he immediately understood the hidden meaning behind Xu Yiyang's words.

It is obvious that this painting still has some shortcomings.

Meng Shunai pointed to the blank space in the painting and said, "The best thing about her painting is the blank space and layout. It has the style of Mr. Bai Shi's paintings. The shrimp painted by Mr. Bai Shi left a deep impression on me."

Xu Yiyang just nodded and said tactfully, "Everyone's aesthetic taste is different. This painting will also be graded by a special jury. I will put it away for now."

After hearing what Xu Yiyang said, Meng Shunai didn't want to continue praising the painting, but asked a question, "Director Xu, the entry deadline for the Youth Art Competition is about to end. I wonder if there are any better works among them. I will let my student learn more from them then."

Xu Yiyang has been the curator for so many years that he could tell at a glance what Meng Shunai was trying to find out. Originally, matters concerning the contestants should not be disclosed, but now he had to give him some face, after all, he had the relationship with the national player Mr. Sun.

Xu Yiyang raised his head and thought for a moment, then said, "Mr. Meng, although the work you submitted still has room for improvement, it is truly top-notch, so don't worry too much."

There was nothing to misunderstand about this meaning. Meng Shunai and Xu Yiyang exchanged a few polite words and left the art gallery.

…

Since Yun Qing came home from school, she has been staying in her bedroom and has been busy almost all night.

Yun Yikai's bedroom was not far from Yun Qing's room. Although he could not hear any movement from Yun Qing's room, when he woke up in the middle of the night, he could still see from the window the light from Yun Qing's room reflected on the flowers and plants in the yard.

Yun Yikai's mouth twitched in a daze, and he said vaguely, "Those who play games at this time have gone to sleep. I don't know if Yun Qing has a disease called night owl."

However, after just a short while, Yun Yikai forgot about the matter and continued to sleep with Zhou Gong.

It was not until the next morning, when Yun Yikai was eating downstairs, that he saw Yun Qing coming down from upstairs with a depressed look on her face, and then he realized that she had stayed up late again.

Yun Yikai stuffed his mouth with a steamed dumpling and said, "What are you doing up late at night?"

Yun Qing put the paper stick in her hand, which had been rolled into a round shape, aside and said calmly, "Study."

“Pfft…cough cough cough!”

Yun Yikai nearly choked as he tried to swallow a mouthful of bun.

He looked at Yun Qing with disillusionment, and seeing that Yun Qing had a cold expression and didn't look guilty at all, he snorted coldly.

He believed her ghost! When Yun Qing sat across from him at the dining table, he noticed that Yun Qing had placed something on the table when she sat down.

It is half a meter long, as thick as two fingers, cylindrical, snow-white, and looks like a stick, but you can tell at a glance that it is made of paper, but it is solid.

Yun Yikai curiously took the paper stick that Yun Qing had placed on the dining table and asked, "What is this?"

Yun Qing drank millet porridge and said two words lightly, "Stick."

As soon as Yun Yikai picked up the paper stick, he felt its weight. Wow!

No wonder she said it was a stick! Although it was made of paper, the density of the stacked papers was beyond his imagination. The weight of this paper stick was probably heavier than the wooden stick.

Yun Yikai finished the steamed bun in two or three bites and looked at Yun Qing suspiciously, "Why do you bring a stick like this to school?"

"I don't like people."

Yun Yikai: "..."

After Yun Yikai finished his meal, he was ready to take the paper stick apart to take a look, but after fiddling with it for a long time, he couldn't find the gap in the paper stuck on it.

Seeing that Yun Qing didn't care, he took the paper stick in his hand and knocked it hard on the dining table. However, the paper stick didn't deform or break.