The live camera began to roam around the field, switching to each player's screen from time to time. No one would be pulled down. Sometimes it would be divided into thirty screens. Anyway, the screen was big enough and the picture was clear, even if it was divided like this
It can also be seen clearly by everyone.
Before the camera switched to Ge Yuling's side, something happened to her, and she was reluctant to take the money.
"Sister Yuling, what's wrong with you?" Qiao Meng saw something was wrong and asked hurriedly.
"I still dare not draw. With so many people watching, it seems like my parents are staring at me. I'm so scared." Ge Yuling originally thought she could overcome the psychological barrier, but she didn't expect that she still couldn't overcome it.
Hom.
When her parents were still alive, they would stare at each painting until she finished it. It seemed like care at the time, but looking back now, it feels like a judgment.
Monitor.
As long as the slightest shortcomings appear, they will be seen immediately. She is afraid of making mistakes. It is because she is too stubborn and chooses to follow this path, which leads to her parents having accidents for her dreams. Such thoughts continue to haunt Ge Yuling.
It's deeply ingrained in my heart, and it's really not that easy to untie this knot now, but I must overcome it at this moment.
"It's okay, Sister Yuling, I'm here. Your parents actually look at you like this because they want to appreciate their daughter's talent. This is a sign of love for you. I won't blame you for that.
Come on, believe in yourself, believe that uncles and aunts do not expect this from you." Qiao Meng kept comforting him, hoping to make him face his inner world.
"Can I...really?"
Although Ge Yuling could hear Qiao Meng's comfort with her senses, her mind was always immersed in her own world and unable to access external information. She kept asking herself in her heart.
Seeing that Ge Yuling was not paying attention to him, Qiao Meng kept shaking her body, hoping to pull her out of her confused thinking, but all of this had no effect, so he simply hugged her into his arms.
Here, he used his own temperature to change her cold consciousness.
"So warm and peaceful."
A man's breath hit her face, and she finally woke up. Seeing Qiao Meng hugging her like this, she broke away with a red face.
However, this scene had been accidentally broadcast to the audience on the big screen just now, and it was difficult for the two of them not to be angry.
"Wow, what are they doing? Showing off their affection during a competition!" Some viewers felt extremely hurt by the behavior of the two of them.
"Yes, today's young people are really too much!" A woman in her thirties said dissatisfiedly, obviously disapproving of this kind of dog abuse, because she has never had a boyfriend so far.
friend.
"This boy is getting more and more bold. He actually made such an action on such an occasion. Fortunately, that girl from the Yao family is not in S City during this time." Wang Zhe shook his head and said with a smile on his face.
The one with the darkest face at this time was Li Tianyuan, because Yao Miaomiao was his beloved niece. Although she was not his daughter, she treated her as his own. He must ask Qiao Meng to give a reasonable explanation for his behavior, otherwise he would definitely
Don't be lenient.
As the new mayor, he originally wanted to lend his support by lending the treasures in the library, but he didn't expect to see such an angry scene.
But since the event is still going on, he cannot have any emotional attack right away, otherwise it is very likely that he will be the headline on the S City news section the next day.
The camera turned back to the scene again. At this time, Ge Yuling finally picked up the paintbrush. She still successfully defeated the demon in her heart.
The pen in his hand kept swaying, and there was a rustling sound of pen and paper rubbing against each other. There were almost no loud comments from the audience, because they more or less knew that painting requires a quiet environment.
"Qiao Meng, this sword looks simple in shape, but the lines on it are so complicated. I didn't expect there to be so many carvings when I looked up close. I'm afraid I can't draw that feeling." Ge Yuling felt herself just as she was drawing.
I can't control it, the details of this sword are too complicated.
"It's okay, just go ahead and draw. It doesn't matter even if you lose, as long as you are happy." Qiao Meng said happily.
"Well, I understand, thank you."
Ge Yuling felt very heart-warming. Qiao Meng really cared about her and considered things from her perspective. All of this was prepared for her. She just wanted to awaken her long-stagnated original intention and learn from her parents.
After her death, no one had ever treated her like Qiao Meng.
Then taking a deep breath, Ge Yuling readjusted her state and continued to paint in detail.
At this time, Qiao Meng began to observe Bao Baojian in front of him. Still maintaining the principle of touching first to show respect, he gently touched the sword with his hand.
The purpose is also to prevent her excessive movements from changing the position of the sword, which will affect Ge Yuling's performance.
Although Qiao Meng just said to Ge Yuling that winning or losing doesn't matter, but if you can win, why lose? What's more, if this game is won, it will have a great impact on Ge Yuling's future painting life, at least psychologically.
A certain amount of motivation.
Therefore, Qiao Meng could never relax, and what could guarantee victory was that he told Ge Yuling bit by bit the content of his appraisal, asking her not only to draw the shape, but also to draw the soul of the sword.
So he began to read the information on the sword, and spent more than ten seconds to find out whether it was true or false. As a result, he found that there was something wrong with the sword.
Compared with when he identified the authenticity just now, he discovered that there was a very secret difference in this sword, which would have been difficult to find without an in-depth comparison.
It can be said that this first round of competition is not that simple. It tests each treasure appraiser's memory ability and ability to analyze the nuances of treasures. It is definitely a difficult skill.
If it weren't for Qiao Meng's ability to detect treasures, he might not be able to tell the subtle difference between the two for a while.
Compared with the real bronze sword from the Warring States period, the flaw of this sword is that the lines on its blade are not as rusty as the original ones after years of corrosion. Instead, the lines are smoother. If you haven't noticed this,
It is possible to mistake it for a sword that has been preserved in very good integrity.
This situation is not uncommon in the antique market. Many stores know that what they buy is a fake, but they try to trick uninformed customers by telling them that it is a well-preserved and excellent work, and the price can often rise several times.
"Sister Yuling, our sword is not genuine, and the rust on it was added later. You don't need to paint it so carefully, it will look a little hazy." Qiao Meng immediately walked to Ge Yuling and said quietly.
"Fake? Then why is it painted like this?" Ge Yuling still doesn't understand, because even if it is fake, it still has to be depicted according to the actual picture.
"Hey Sister Yuling, do you still remember what the rules of the competition are?" Qiao Meng reminded.
"rule?"
Ge Yuling began to carefully recall what rules of this competition were related to this matter.
"I understand, the rules of this round of competition say that the drawing is of this sword from the Warring States Period, and no one gave it a reference. In other words, what we want to draw is not the sword we saw, but almost
The same real sword." Ge Yuling finally realized what was going on.
"That's right." Qiao Meng nodded in approval.
So Ge Yuling stopped worrying and relied on her skills to start a new round of in-depth characterization. An hour had passed and about half of the entire picture was basically completed. The next step was to rely on speed and skill to win.
.
It was at this time that Qiao Meng began to write down his appraisal results of the sword.
The camera screen constantly switches between each pair of candidates, with almost identical sword shapes reflected on each piece of white paper.
Although some people are not very good at this, at least their skills are not too rough, so from a distance everyone looks similar. Only when you look up close can you accurately tell which one is stronger and which one is weaker.
Among the thirty teams, Ge Yuling's painting skills are not the strongest. There are also several contestants who have rich painting skills. The purpose is to win the first prize in this competition and get rich rewards.
of prizes.
Before this, there were rumors that the prizes for the top three were absolutely tempting, and they might even be treasures that were hard to see in S City.
Of course, these so-called rumors were actually planned by Qiao Meng. Without some gimmicks, it would be difficult to get these stores to agree. Only when the sweetness is satisfactory can there be gains.
During this period of time, Qiao Meng has been involved in the deeper antique world of S City. He has gradually understood how to deal with these people, know what they are thinking and want, and only by satisfying their desires can they slowly fall into the trap.
own trap, and then devour these people.
"You think Xiaomeng and the others are fine, right? Why did they look so awkward just now, and now they suddenly become so calm?" Wang Gang suddenly asked Wang Zhe and others on the side.
Now the entire screen has been divided into thirty parts, just to allow people on site to see the pictures of each team.
"What do you think could be going on? Maybe you were just nervous for a moment, so you acted like this. Besides, painting requires calmness. Isn't this a normal phenomenon?" After Jin Long said this, he was a little surprised. He didn't expect it to come from someone.
It came out of his mouth.
"Aaron, when did you understand this? It seems there is something hidden that you haven't told us?" Wang Zhe said with some "malicious intentions".
"No way, you don't know, I'm just a rough guy, let's not chat so much, let's just watch the competition, the painting should be finished soon." Jin Long seemed a little embarrassed, so he changed the subject.
Everyone knew that he might have his own thoughts and no longer forced him to speak out. They all focused on the game. Almost two hours had passed and the results would be out soon.