Meng Fu was calmer than her. She just looked at the president, thought for a moment, and then took a step forward. "Just draw two."
When Zhao Fan saw Meng Fu really picked up the pen and seemed to be about to draw, he was stunned for a moment and then trembled with fear.
How dare she paint this in front of this person?
Meng Fu just held the paintbrush and drew two strokes of thick ink. She has always painted casually, and at this time, her style was even more casual. She painted a dry well with moss around it.
I only used different shades of ink to outline the colors throughout the process, but I did change three pens.
The brushstrokes are seen in the ink, and the bones are seen in the color.
Meng Fu painted this picture simply, and it was not very complicated, so it did not take long to complete.
The president was standing next to her. Even though Zhao Fan was so nervous that his palms were sweating, she was so relaxed and didn't seem nervous at all.
While she was writing, the president was watching from the side. Ever since Meng Fu and the others came in, the president's face had been calm, with a hint of solemnity that made it impossible for anyone to peek in.
After Meng Fu put pen to paper, the expression on his face was obviously startled for a moment, the calmness on his face was a little torn, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes as deep as an ancient pond.
...
...
When Meng Fu was halfway through painting, the staff who were placing pens and ink beside the president were also dumbfounded.
You can already see something halfway through, including the style, the use of ink and color, and a person's skills and talent.
Meng Fu's age is the golden age in the Painting Association. People of this age have just started their painting career. Twenty to thirty years old is the age of rapid development.
Therefore, the World Youth Championship only requires young people under the age of 20.
Half an hour later, Meng Fu's painting of moss in a dry well was finally finished, occupying only the lower right corner of the rice paper.
Judging from its style, it is similar to the picture of the old man with a dead tree.
The president compared the two paintings for a long while before he finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at Meng Fu: "I heard that you have been learning painting for less than a year?"
"I have been watching Taoist priests painting in the mountains since I was a child, and I have been influenced by them." Meng Fu put down his paintbrush casually.
The president nodded. He looked at Meng Fu with a much gentler look in his eyes. "Then would you like to join the Painting Association?"
As he spoke, he asked someone to pour tea for Meng Fu and Zhao Fan.
The two of them exchanged glances. Beside them, Zhao Fan, who had received the tea from the staff, was completely speechless and just stared at Meng Fu in a daze.
"It's okay if you don't want to do it for now," the president smiled. He took out a wooden sign and handed it to Meng Fu. "This is my token. With this wooden sign, you can enter the National Painting Association's museum at will and attend classes at will. If you have any ideas, you can come to me again."
Meng Fu took the wooden sign.
The wooden sign was brown, with the word "Ouyang" faintly printed on it.
There are complicated patterns on the side.
"Can these two paintings be kept in the Painting Association?" The president looked at the painting that had just been completed.
Compared to the master, this man really has a good vision. Meng Fu touched his nose and said, "Okay."
The president had the painting dried and put away, then smiled and said, "We will store the painting on the third floor of the General Association Library. Do you have a seal? Leave it here."
"No, that's it." Meng Fu pinched his wrist.
The president smiled and didn't bother to dwell on the matter. He personally sent Meng Fu downstairs.
After leaving the Painting Association, Zhao Fan opened the car door with the car keys. She turned around in a daze and looked at Meng Fu, not knowing what to say: "How come you can still paint?"
Meng Fu leaned back in her chair, casually resting her arm on the car window, raised her eyes lazily, and glanced at Zhao Fan: "This doesn't count as being able to draw, it's far from it."
"The president of the association has personally invited you to join the painting association. How can you say that you are far away?" Zhao Fan pressed the steering wheel with one hand, and he was a little uncalm at this moment. "This is the president of the painting association. I didn't expect that I could actually meet him..."
Zhao Fan pounded the steering wheel and remembered something. "You should have agreed to join the Painting Association just now. The Painting Association is second only to the Fragrance Association. If you join the Painting Association, there will be fewer negative spots on the Internet..."
"What are you thinking about?" Meng Fu scolded her with a smile, "I still have a debt on my back."
Thinking about the live broadcast that was about to begin, Zhao Fan held back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
She just looked at Meng Fu strangely. If it were any other celebrity, Meng Fu's visit to the Painting Association would be a hot search today, her conversation with the president would be a hot search, the content of her painting would be a hot search, and the wooden sign would be another hot search...
But to Mengfu...
Nothing.
**
Soon, Meng Fu’s variety show will be here.
Zhao Fan was telling Meng Fu about the script for this variety show. "This is a program that combines leisure and tasks. Because it is a live broadcast, the production team is also afraid of accidents. Each episode revolves around a different guest. The first episode is at Sheng Jun's house. The main activities of the first episode are arranged by Sheng Jun. The live broadcast is on the Tianhe app. There are official shots and split shots of the four of you."
Meng Fu made an "OK" gesture to show that he understood.
"Brother Cheng is also present during the live broadcast. If you encounter any trouble, remember to signal Brother Cheng." Zhao Fan continued to explain.
Zhao Fan was extremely worried about this live broadcast before it even started.
All the way to Sheng Jun's home.
Sheng Jun's family lives in a small villa in the suburbs, with its own garden and yard. When they arrived at the door, the car stopped and signaled Meng Fu to get out alone.
"Meng Fu, you have to remember, this is a live broadcast. Your every word and action will be magnified on the screen." Zhao Fan whispered again.
Su Cheng, wearing a mask and a baseball cap, followed the staff from a distance and glanced at her.
inside the house.
Li Qingning, Sheng Jun and Che Shao are all here.
The three of them knew about it from the official announcement, and they also had internal information, so it wasn’t surprising.
Meng Futan did a good job at her job. Except for Zhao Fan and Tang Ze, even her fans didn’t know that she was going to participate in this variety show.
All three of them are influential figures in the circle.
After all, Li Qingning was invited by the program team. He was not particular about details and he always had a good time. Seeing that the last guest had not arrived yet, he couldn't help but poke his head out of the door: "Who is the last guest? Does anyone know?"
Sheng Jun was wearing home clothes. She had a cheerful personality and seemed to be able to get along with anyone. "Who is it? I'm looking forward to it. It would be great if there was another handsome guy like Che Shao. What do you think, Che Shao?"
Che Shao, who was suddenly cueed, was studying the teapot on the table. He seemed to smile when he heard the words, but did not say anything.
[Look at my silly brother, so cute! 】
[Wow, my younger brother is still the most handsome!] 】
[Sheng Jun is so funny that I am dying]
[Mr. Sheng, you should at least restrain yourself in front of strangers and show your ladylike side, hahahaha]
[It would be great if the last guest was Yi Tong!] 】
[What are you thinking about, why would Yi Tong come to participate in this kind of variety show? 】
[Who is the last guest?] My curiosity, the dog program team is still as dog-like as ever! 】
【……】
The show starts on time at 8 o'clock, and it already has 7 million viewers online.
Li Qingning looked at the camera seriously and complained: "I don't know who will be the last unlucky person to be tricked by the director. Let's look forward to it."
Che Shao reminded from the side, "Teacher Li, live broadcast."
"Cut off the upper part and start again." Li Qingning smiled again.
As he spoke, the camera inside the house had already captured the face of the woman who pushed open the door and came in.
The barrage started to refresh frantically again.
Who is this? 】
[Meng Fu?] Does she dare to take on this kind of variety show? ! 】
[Ahhh, sister!] ! ! 】
[Ahhhh it’s Brother Fu!] Why is there no news at all! Brother Fu has a promising future! ! 】
[What sister? Wait until your main character’s image collapses and then I’ll stop being your fan!] 】
How can she be on this show? 】
[I've been looking forward to at least giving Sheng Jun an artist on the same list, but it turns out to be her? Vomiting blood! 】
[I'm afraid I can't keep up with the times. I don't know who this person is. Can someone give me some basic knowledge? 】
[Meng Fu, the champion of "Best Idol", is a very popular person recently. This is a celebrity’s daily program, why invite her? What can she do? As a vase? It makes me laugh to death. I don't understand why a high school dropout is ranked first in the Best Idol category. Even if the program crew wanted to create a topic, there was no need to invite her. A good program was ruined by her alone. 】
【……】
There was a heated discussion on the barrage, and on the live broadcast page, the director, whose face was not shown, was already speaking into a loudspeaker.
"The four guests have arrived. Now we will start the live broadcast as normal. This episode is completely in accordance with Teacher Sheng's daily routine. The first stop is to go to the Painting Association for class. You heard it right, the Painting Association!"
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**
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Ah, happy 520 kids, come on and find your partner (but it’s not necessary)
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