Dai Shou couldn't help but murmured, "Only peonies are the true national beauty, and they move the capital when they bloom."
He pulled out the painting alone and raised it in front of him, "Everyone, come and take a look, this painting is really amazing!"
Peony has always been a symbol of wealth and auspiciousness. There are two main methods of painting peony in traditional Chinese painting, one is meticulous peony painting and the other is freehand peony painting.
Gongbi painting: a Chinese painting expression that uses precise and delicate brushwork to depict scenes. It achieves the perfect unity of expression and body by "taking spirit to obtain form, using lines to establish form, and using form to express meaning."
Freehand painting: The artistic creation tendency and technique in which artists ignore the external verisimilitude of artistic images and emphasize the expression of their inner spiritual essence.
There is only one peony in this painting, with swaying branches and black insects attached to it, adding to the interest.
The peony in particular is so beautiful that you can smell the fragrance of the flowers even through this painting.
A master of calligraphy and painting couldn't help but praise, "This color is so rich and bright that only peonies can match it!"
"Yes, I have seen so many peonies, and this unique one is really... amazing!"
"This painting is not something that can be accomplished in a day. This insect seems to be real."
"Absolute! Absolutely absolutely!"
"High scores! Must get high scores!"
Dai Shou also looked at the painting carefully and was deeply attracted by it.
But after he saw the signature on the back of the painting, he was suddenly struck by lightning, as if he had been struck by lightning.
Ruan Su!
Why is it Ruan Su again!
He thought it was painted by Ling Qingran. With Ling Qingran's ability and talent, there was no problem in painting this painting.
Why was it painted by Ruan Su again? Didn't it mean that some manipulation was done to prevent Ruan Su from performing at his normal level?
damn it!
His face looked as if he had eaten ten pieces of shit.
Anger flowed crazily in his chest. At this moment, he started to pull up these works like crazy. After a while, he pulled out Ling Qingran's painting.
What a coincidence, Ling Qingran actually painted peonies.
But!
What is this thing that Ling Qingran painted? A lot of peony paintings are piled up on the canvas without any hierarchy, red, green, purple, and yellow, one after another, with no priority.
The bees and butterflies floating in the air one after another look childish and ridiculous.
If it weren't for Ruan Su's paintings, Ling Qingran's painting wouldn't be so rubbish or bad.
But Ruan Su stands out, and everyone else behind him is trash.
Dai Shou was so angry that he wanted to tear Ling Qingran's painting into pieces.
This bullshit Ling Qingran, has his brain been fed to a dog?
"Dai Lao, this is Miss Ling's painting? It's not bad!" A calligraphy and painting master came over and took a look, embarrassed. I praised him twice.
"Yes, yes, this picture of peonies and flowers is very good!"
Although they knew it was far behind Ruan Su, they still boasted about it for Dai Shou's sake.
"This deserves high marks."
"Yes, yes, you should give me high marks."
Giving Ling Qingran a low score before made Dai Shou look bad because everyone was in the same circle.
This painting cannot be said to be good, nor can it be said to be bad.
It’s okay to give a high score, but it definitely can’t be higher than Ruan Su.
Everyone almost had this in mind, and finally started discussing the scores.
Ling Qingran sat in her seat and waited quietly.
She thinks that she draws very well and performs well, so she deserves high marks, and she is not in a hurry.
The host quickly walked to the stage and said with a smile, "Hello everyone, now the exciting moment has arrived! The scores of our painting competition have come out, now let me reveal them to you!"
After saying that, he began to announce the scores.
This time, the host played a trick and did not make a direct announcement. Instead, he asked everyone to guess mysteriously, interacting with the audience and livening up the atmosphere.
Ling Qingran gradually became a little impetuous.
Why haven't her scores been announced yet?
Is she high or low?
It seems that the low ones are announced first, and then the high ones?
Mrs. Ling Er asked her in a low voice, "Qingran...why do I think your score won't be low? It should be very high."
"But Ruan Su's score has not been announced yet." Ling Qingran frowned, "Could it be that her score is also very high?"
She immediately denied this possibility, "No, it's impossible. How could she draw a perfect painting without paint?"
Just then, she heard her score, 94!
An expression of joy suddenly appeared on her face, and several other contestants around her also looked at her with envy.
"The score is so high!"
"The painting must be very good."
"Yes, yes!"
"I don't know if it's number one."
Ling Qingran enjoyed the feeling of being praised and envied by others, as if her abilities had been greatly affirmed.
Just when she was secretly proud, the host announced the first place, "Ruan Su! 98 points! A single branch of beauty is so beautiful that it is simply amazing! Especially the finishing touch of that little insect, it is like a flying brush! Now please
Everyone appreciate Ruan
Sue’s paintings!”
The smile on Ling Qingran's face suddenly froze at the corners of her lips.
Second place? Who is she? First place is Ruan Su again!
Doesn't she have no paint?
How could she still win first place?
Ling Qingran looked towards the stage with wide eyes in disbelief, and then she was shocked!
What a shocking painting that is!
That branch of peony is swaying, the beauty of the country is heavenly and fragrant! It is unforgettable, especially the bright color, as bright as tears of blood!
Ling Qingran's eyes instantly burned.
She knew how to draw, she could draw, but she found that it was impossible for her to draw such a perfect and shocking painting!
Her heart was pounding, "Plop!" Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and she covered her chest.
What a painting! What a wonderful painting!
Why is such a unique painting by Ruan Su!
Mrs. Ling Er was startled and screamed as she went to help Ling Qingran, "Qingran! Qingran! What's wrong with you? Don't scare mom!"
Blood continued to pour out from the corners of Ling Qingran's lips, and her chest felt as if it was going to explode with anger.
pain!
Waves of throbbing pain!
"Come here! Help! My daughter is vomiting blood!" Mrs. Ling Er cried and shouted, and the people around her were also shocked.
Everyone gathered around the mother and daughter.
"Oh my god, are you so angry that you vomit blood? Is it true that you are so angry that you vomit blood?"
"She must have been the first to be angry."
Ruan Su frowned, and after looking at each other with Bo Xingzhi, the two of them walked towards the mother and daughter.
Ling Qingran's consciousness began to blur, and her dress was dyed red with blood. She fell in the arms of Mrs. Ling Er, like a lifeless rag doll.
When she saw the familiar figure of Ruan Su in her dull pupils, she instantly spat out blood and said, "You... you go! You go!"
She stared at Ruan Su with a horrifying expression, and almost used all her strength to point at Ruan Su, "Get out!"
Ruan Su ignored the emotional Ling Qingran. She squatted next to Ling Qingran, stretched out her fingers and started to feel the other person's pulse.
"My anger is overwhelming me, so I vomit blood. Please send me to the hospital as soon as possible."
"You...what do you know? Why do you feel for my daughter's pulse?" Mrs. Ling Er shouted angrily, "Stop pretending to be a good person here!"
"Her lungs almost exploded because of her anger, that's why she vomited so much blood. If you don't believe what I say, it's you who will suffer." After Ruan Su said that, he turned around and left.
She doesn't run a charity hall, so she has to check Ling Qingran's pulse Sutra is the greatest benevolence and righteousness.
Bo Xingzhi spread his legs and walked beside her, holding her little hand with his big palm as usual, "Are there any other projects at the Expo today?"
Ruan Su shook his head, "No, there will be gambling stones tomorrow."
She smiled as she said this, "Can you accompany me to bet on stones tomorrow?"
Bo Xingzhi looked down at her with gentle eyes, "Okay."
Shang Lingxiao followed the two of them with a cold expression on his face. He lowered his head and no one noticed his expression.
These events at the cultural fair were directly reported by the media, especially the press release that Ling Qingran encountered Ruan Su and was beaten in various ways.
Not only Uncle Ling was going crazy with anger, but also the rest of the Ling family.
Ling Yichen closed the news page on his phone with a gloomy expression, "What's going on with Qingran? You can't even do what you're best at?"
Ling Yixin pouted, "Maybe I'm too proud."
They still know quite well what kind of personality this cousin has.
"Ling Qingran doesn't always think highly of herself, so it's not surprising that she lost." Ling Weixue said disdainfully.
She hates it, she hates it, how come she is the daughter of the Ling family, but Ling Qingran is very beautiful, but she is ordinary.
Not only was he compared with other celebrities, but he was also compared with his own cousin.
Mad!
Now that Ling Qingran has lost her life, she is very happy, very happy.
"Forget it, let's come back and ask what's going on. Originally, the Lingye family liked to be compared by outsiders and wrote all kinds of random things. Now it will probably be even worse." Ling Yichen stood up after finishing speaking.
When he thought of Ruan Su's beautiful and bright face, his chest felt hot.
It is really a pity that such a beautiful and hot woman is Bo Xingzhi...
It was different from the weird and angry atmosphere in the Ling family.
Ye Yanli and Song Jiayan were present at the CIIE throughout the entire event, but because Ruan Su wanted to compete, they acted as spectators.
I also bought some cute antiques that I can take back and give to the wealthy family at home.
"Xiao Su has such a long face. Our Ye family is so blessed to have Xiao Su." Song Jiayan said excitedly, "Today I really opened my eyes."
"Fool." Ye Yanli touched her hair, "Let's go, the show is over for today, let's go back."
Mrs. Ye and Mr. Ye had already seen the news at home and were almost laughing from ear to ear.
"Oh, Xiao Su is really capable. That girl from the Ling family is so embarrassing!"
"I saw that Xiao Su's paint couldn't be used. Maybe it was her fault."