Guo Feng said: "Mr. Tang, don't worry too much. At worst, little brother Qin will paint another picture of Wu Daozi's Hundred Lotuses. At least it won't be worse than He Jiji's painting."
It has to be said that He Zhizhi does have some painting skills. As time went by, the noise in the audience slowly subsided.
After a while, he began to finish the work. The brush kept moving on the rice paper, and a beautiful peony picture appeared on the large electronic screen.
With a breath, he flicked his wrist and sketched out the last stroke. A peony stood proudly, overwhelming the crowd, giving people the feeling of being the king of flowers.
Regardless of whether you like He Zhizhi or not, everyone has to admire his painting skills. This painting has indeed reached a very high level.
He Zhizhi threw the brush aside and said proudly: "Mr. Gambos, please give me a rating!"
As a referee, Gangpos came to He Zhizhi's peony painting and carefully reviewed it from beginning to end, nodding his head repeatedly, "Yes, your peony painting is indeed good. It has the charm of Chinese traditional painting. I will give you 85 points."
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Others didn't think so, but Tang Qingzhi knew that Gompers had very strict requirements for painting, and a score of 85 was definitely a high score. An ordinary player would probably not be able to pass in front of him.
He Zhizhi was also extremely satisfied with this result. He turned to look at Qin Haodong and said with a proud face: "Boy, don't you want to compete with me? It's your turn next!"
Qin Haodong seemed not to have seen the peony picture, and said calmly: "You have even forgotten the most basic things about being a human being. I will not compete with you. You are not worthy."
He Zhizhi's expression changed and he said angrily: "What do you mean? Are you kidding me? We just agreed, but we made a bet."
Everyone's expressions changed drastically. Although He Zhizhi was despised by everyone, it was difficult for Qin Haodong's back-tracking behavior to win everyone's approval.
"Why are you so anxious? Our bet is still valid, but I have to find a player of equal status to you to compare."
After Qin Haodong finished speaking, amidst everyone's surprised eyes, he stepped off the stage and came to a little girl in the front row. The little girl looked like she was in her early 20s and was holding a cute little black teddy puppy in her arms.
It's not too big, only about three or four months, and it looks very cute.
He smiled slightly at the little girl and said, "Beauty, can you lend me your dog for a while? I'll return it to you as soon as the game is over."
"Okay, I can lend it to you!"
The little girl didn't understand what Qin Haodong was going to do, but out of trust in him, she readily handed over the puppy.
Qin Haodong returned to the stage with little Teddy in his arms. Everyone was confused. What does it mean to bring a dog up? Do you want to use a dog to compete with He Jiji?
He Zhizhi said angrily: "What do you mean?"
Qin Haodong smiled slightly: "In competitions, the identities of the contestants must be equal. You are a dog raised by Japanese people, and this is a dog raised by us Chinese people. Your dogs happen to be rivals."
Being scolded as a running dog in public, He Zhizhi became angry and shouted: "Fart, do you want to compete with me? If you don't compete with me, I will cut off your hand!"
Qin Haodong didn't care, and turned around and said to Gambos: "Mr. Gambos, can I let this dog compete in painting?"
Gompers was also a little confused. He had never seen this kind of competition before. He thought for a while and said: "No matter what method you use, as long as you come up with a painting in the end, there is one thing. The final bet.
You still have to fulfill it yourself."
Qin Haodong looked at He Zhizhi and said, "See, the rules allow it. I will use this dog to beat you today."
"Boy, just keep talking. If you lose later, let's see how I chop off your hand." He Zhizhi was going crazy, but even if he was beaten to death, he didn't believe that a dog could defeat him, and he secretly thought in his heart.
Be cruel, I must chop off the hands of this hateful white-faced boy later.
Tang Qingzhi in the audience paused and beat his chest and said: "This young man is still too impulsive, and he is actually using his words. Although it looks very happy, he will definitely lose this game."
Lang Sanyuan shook his head and said: "I thought he was very capable, but he turns out to be a brainless guy."
Gao Fengwen and Guo Feng also became nervous. They originally thought that as long as Qin Haodong drew the Hundred Lotus Picture, he would be at least guaranteed to be undefeated, but they didn't expect that he would actually get a dog to do it.
On the foreign side, Yagyu Kazuo laughed loudly: "Idiot, a complete idiot. Just now I was a little worried that he would disrupt our plan, but now it's completely unnecessary. Wait until he has his hands cut off, and wait until we compete with Chinese medicine doctors."
He won’t be able to participate when the time comes.”
Chiba Mieko also relaxed her frown. Qin Haodong has always been a serious problem for her, and it would be best if he could solve it. But she still couldn't figure it out. This young man didn't look like a brainless person, how could he
Doing such an impulsive thing?
Qin Haodong ignored what others thought and asked the staff to bring three buckets of water, and then filled a small bucket of ink.
After everything was ready, he rolled the little teddy in the ink and then threw it on the rice paper on the table.
Seeing that Qin Haodong was not joking, and really put a puppy on the drawing paper, there was an uproar on and off the stage. If you want to win a real painter with a dog, it is impossible to think with your heels.
thing..
The little Teddy was only three or four months old and was always in fear when leaving his owner's arms. He just rolled in the ink and ran forward immediately after being let go.
Perhaps because he was too panicked and his feet were a little slippery after being stained with ink, he ran a few steps and suddenly fell to the ground. The ink on his body was blackened. Little Teddy became even more confused and got up and continued running forward.
, and quickly ran a double cross on the rice paper.
Qin Haodong took the little teddy and turned to hand it to Qian Duoduo, "Brother Qian, please help me clean it and then send it back to the little girl."
Qian Duoduo didn't understand what he was trying to do, but he could only do as he was told.
No one paid attention to these. Everyone's eyes were focused on Qin Haodong's drawing paper. Because there was too much ink just dipped in it, the rice paper was covered with both the footprints left by the little teddy and the marks he had just dropped.
Ink, a watery patch.
The footprints left behind were better, shaped like plum blossoms left one after another, but the marks from the fall were really messy and looked like nothing.
"Qin Haodong, this is the painting you made with a dog. Do you want to defeat me with this?"
He Zhizhi laughed out loud, with a ferocious look on his face. He seemed to have seen the scene where Qin Haodong gave in.
Kazuo Yagyu in the audience laughed even more unscrupulously and shouted: "Is this also called painting? Just find someone to sprinkle some ink on it, it will be much better than this, right?"
Chiba Mieko didn't speak, but there was a smile on her lips. She used all the thinking methods in her mind, and she didn't think about how Qin Haodong could make a comeback.
Although the Chinese people in the audience did not sneer, everyone's eyes were full of disappointment. In their view, Qin Haodong was destined to lose. How could such a messy painting compare with other people's peonies?
Gangpos shook his head, obviously not agreeing with the painting in front of him. He said to Qin Haodong: "Mr. Qin, is your painting ready?"
Qin Haodong said: "Don't worry, there is still a little bit to go!"
"What do you mean? Didn't you say using dogs for painting? The dogs have been taken away, do you still want to continue painting?"
He Zhizhi's face was full of ferocious expression.
"Since you let the dog be your opponent, of course I won't write. It's just that this painting still has the final step."
The last step? What does it mean? Everyone's heads are spinning. They really can't figure out what this young man wants to do. Can the result be changed without using a pen?
Kazuo Yagyu smiled and said: "If you still don't admit defeat, let's see how long he can keep pretending!"
Tang Qingzhi, Gao Fengwen and others were confused and completely confused.
He Zhizhi sneered: "Then hurry up. I see you have finished this last step and what else do you have to say?"
"It'll be ready soon!"
Qin Haodong remained calm and calm, came to the table, grabbed a corner of the rice paper, and flicked his wrist.
There was a splashing sound, and there was a lot of ink stuck to the rice paper. When he shook it, it immediately flowed and covered the entire picture scroll.
Qin Haodong put the rice paper on the table again and said, "It's done!"
"Whatever happens, isn't this a joke?"
No one on stage or off stage understood what the hell was going on when Qin Haodong picked up the rice paper and shook it. Is this also a way of painting?
"No, look!"
Just when everyone was confused, someone suddenly shouted!
Everyone's attention returned to the painting, and Tang Qingzhi said with a trembling voice: "Oh my God, how is this possible? What did I see?"
I saw that the rice paper that was just a mess, with Qin Haodong's shake, the piled ink spread out, and the many footprints left by the little Teddy connected with each other, magically forming a plum blossom picture.
The plum blossoms on the scroll stand proudly, and the place where the ink flows forms a shriveled tree trunk. Little Teddy's footprints form plum blossoms blooming sporadically on it. The most amazing thing is that the place where he just fell has turned into two rugged pieces.
The traces left by Teddy's fur on the strange rocks form wrinkles of varying depths on the surface of the strange rocks, which look more realistic.
The picture of peonies that He Zhizhi painted just now gives people a feeling of wealth and prosperity. Although the picture of winter plums in front of you does not have a single flower, it gives people a sense of standing proudly and defying the wind and frost!
The whole place was silent. No one expected that Qin Haodong's slight shake would create such an extraordinary picture. Kazuo Yagyu, who had been smiling unscrupulously just now, forgot to close his mouth at this time, and his face looked confused and dull.
Amazing! It's so amazing! A little teddy who doesn't understand anything can actually make such a painting. If you don't see it with your own eyes, no one will believe it.
"My eyes have been opened! I have opened my eyes today!"
There were tears in Tang Qingzhi's eyes as he spoke.
As a painter, he naturally knew how difficult the painting Qin Haodong had just done was.
It seems like a simple flick, but in fact, you need to clearly grasp how much ink is left on the rice paper, and perfectly control the size and direction of the force, so that the ink can flow to form the tree trunk, and ultimately form a complete painting. All the details add up.
It's perfectly integrated into the brain, almost impossible.
Taken together, it can only be described as a magical skill.
After a moment of silence, there was a sudden burst of warm applause from the audience. The audience seemed to have seen the hope of victory. Such a picture was at least as good as the inspiring peony picture.
Gompers' face was full of shock. This painting seemed to be made by little Teddy. This young man did nothing. In fact, the most important thing was the last touch. It was simply more important than the finishing touch. As long as the difference was
Then a little bit can go a long way and ruin the painting.
Qian Duoduo woke up from the shock and shouted excitedly: "Mr. Gambos, please rate it!"