MTL - Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance-Chapter 169

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Chapter 169:

Yan Qingchi looked at the painting on the table for a while, and thought for a moment, then began to write. He was very fast when painting. One was often painting, and he was already proficient. The other was before painting, he had Conceived the whole picture. After a while, Jiang Mozhi saw a slightly lowered head on the drawing paper, but his eyes narrowed upwards, carrying some shy girls.

Yan Qingchi painted the girl's clothes and accessories according to the boss's painting, and then began painting boys. The boy was obviously the one who confessed. He looked at the girl in front of him with a pair of eyes and anticipation, squinting his fist, waiting for her answer.

Yan Qingchi painted the main characters, and added street lights to Jiang Moyu's vertical line. Then he connected the horizontal lines together, and revised it into a bench.

He leaned closer to Jiang Moyan, and whispered softly, "You can draw anything on this paper and choose your favorite."

Jiang Moxie was a bit worried, thinking about it, on the ground where the boys and girls were, they drew a swallow looking up at them.

Yan Qingchi almost didn't laugh, but when he looked at him, he felt familiar. Yan Qingchi recalled it, and then he remembered that the appearance of the swallow in Jiang Mozhi's pen was not that he came to visit the class and asked him to help him draw Yes, it was a swallow who wanted to show chess.

Yan Qingchi looked at him, but he didn't expect that he actually went back to practice, and still painted quite like it.

Jiang Moyan painted swallows, and he felt that this was his best. After all, in order to design the shape of the wedding ring, he painted all the swallows painted by Yan Qingchi on paper. It turns out that although this method is stupid, it does work. At least he is now very good at drawing swallows.

So Jiang Mozhi drew a swallow on the bench again.

He looked at Yan Qingchi, saying he had done his best. Yan Qingchi also knew that Jiang Mojiu was the same as himself in singing in this respect, and basically could not be rescued, so he took the paintbrush and added some details, so a painting was finished.

He looked at Fei Jingyu next to him and saw that he was still painting, so he took out a piece of drawing paper and repainted a picture of a girl confessing to a boy. The girl pursed her lips and opened her eyes wide. Boy A little surprised, but unconsciously with a smile.

Jiang Motuo didn't quite understand why he drew another painting, and the boys and girls in this painting also looked different from those of the boss. He asked Yan Qingchi, "What is this?"

"Plan ahead, just in case."

"speak English."

Yan Qingchi looked at him helplessly, "Be prepared for the face."

Jiang Mosong felt that he still didn't understand. Did n’t the boss have already stated the rules of the game, why did he draw one more, and he did not follow the rules at all.

However, Yan Qingchi didn't give him a chance to ask another question. He raised his hand and said, "We're done drawing."

Fei Jingyu looked at him unbelievably, and hurriedly lowered his head to draw the last two strokes, not to be outdone, "We have done the drawing."

The boss looked at the time and was surprised and said, "Have you learned this before, so fast?"

"Yes," Fei Jingyu understood the English vaguely and couldn't help showing off. "I have been learning painting since the fourth grade of elementary school, and I have participated in some competitions and won some awards."

"Oh," the boss exclaimed, "then you must have painted well. Let me see you first."

The boss walked over, looked at the drawing paper on the table of him and Yue Zizhen, and picked it up. Fei Jingyu felt that he was doing well. Although there was some rush in the end, he didn't have time to complete some details, but the overall level was still very good.

The boss looked and put his painting down, "OK." He said.

Fei Jingyu glanced proudly at Yan Qingchi and replied, "Thank you."

The boss didn't speak, and turned to Yan Qingchi. Yan Qingchi pushed the painting he had painted in front of the boss, and the boss took it up and looked at it carefully.

Yan Qingchi waited for the boss to comment, but the boss did not speak, and he looked up at the boss with a strange look.

When Fei Jingyu saw the boss hesitant to speak, he felt that the boss should be dissatisfied, and there was an instant feeling of winning.

He looked at Yan Qingchi, and said deliberately, "Why the boss hasn't spoken for so long? Is there something wrong with your painting? Brother Yan, if we have rated it in a while, you haven't, then we can go first. . But you didn't just win the street drawing competition the other day, shouldn't it be a problem? "

The last sentence is obviously ironic.

Jiang Mo glanced at him calmly, "The boss hasn't spoken yet. It's your turn to talk here."

Fei Jingyu quickly pretended to be like, "Aren't I worried about you guys?"

Yan Qingchi was trying to save him, and he heard the boss finally spoke. The boss sighed and asked him, "How many years have you learned to paint?"

"Forget," said Yan Qingchi, "I started painting when I was a kid. I forgot the specific age, but I didn't study systematically."

He actually remembered it, a year after he was adopted, at the age of nine. It's just that Jiang Mozhi is here. Yan Qingchi didn't know if the original owner would paint when he was nine years old, so he had to lie to forget.

The boss nodded. "You can draw like this without systematic professional studies. You are very talented." He said, "You draw well. If I was able to draw a picture like you then, then I And my girlfriend will not miss three years. "

Yanqing Pond is a little bit stingy.

The boss smiled, "I just lied to you. The painting you saw was made by my girlfriend. He asked me to return to her one painting. I didn't see her mind, so I just painted it casually. The painting, and then she left. It wasn't until she was gone that I kept looking at the painting to understand what the answer she wanted, but she was gone. "

"But you met again three years later?" Yan Qingchi asked.

"Yes, I found her. She was single. I organized all the paintings about her in the three years after she left into a picture book, gave it to her, and confessed to her. We were here. Together. "

The boss pointed to the **** the painting, "She looks similar to the painting, isn't she pretty?"

Yan Qingchi nodded, "It really looks good."

The boss was very happy and commented: "You draw very well, your paintings are emotional, just like watching a real story, the lines are smooth, the composition is neat and delicate, are you a professional painter?"

Yan Qingchi shook his head. "I'm an actor."

"Then you must be a good actor," the boss praised. "Your painting is very emotional. When you play, you must be very emotional."

Yan Qingchi chuckled, "Thank you."

"Wait," Fei Jingyu didn't understand why it suddenly became like this, how did Yan Qingchi talk to the boss?

He didn't understand a lot of English, he could only understand sporadic words, so he didn't know what they were talking about. He simply walked in front of the boss and asked him, "Which one of us is better at drawing?"

The boss pointed at Yan Qingchi and said, "Of course it is him. Your painting is just fine, but your painting is just a painting without emotion, you can't see the soul, and it is very empty." He looked at Fei Jingyu, "You painted It's not a scene, it's a couple of men and women, it's a person, and people have feelings, so the people in the painting also need feelings. Your paintings have space. "

Fei Jingyu didn't understand. Yan Qingchi looked at him with an aggressive look and translated it for him. Fei Jingyu glanced at him, on the one hand, he was dissatisfied with him in this regard, and on the other, he was unwilling to believe, "I Why are there no feelings for your characters? "

The boss showed Yan Qingchi's paintings to him. "Your painting is only two people. They have no emotions. They can't see the mood of the confession. They can't see the mood of the confession. You talk. Ever been in love? Have you ever confessed or been confessed? "

Yan Qingchi continued to translate, and Fei Jingyu didn't speak.

The boss walked over and took his painting, put it with Yan Qingchi, and stood in front of him, "You look carefully at the paintings of the two of you, your brushwork is rough, and the transition in many places is not natural enough. Elementary school painting, why can you still make such technical mistakes? Your whole painting only has paintings, and you can't see anything after the painting. And, "The boss pointed at the boys and girls on the painting and said in fluent Chinese," The protagonist in your painting has a different face from the protagonist in the painting I gave you. "

"Painting is a process of my own play, not a process of imitation, and I am not an imitator. How can it be exactly like your painting." Fei Jingyu said.

Yan Qingchi translated the words for him and told the boss.

The boss frowned, pointing to Yan Qingchi and asked Fei Jingyu, "But just now he asked me if I want to draw according to the painting. I said yes, you should hear it, so why not draw according to the rules? Because you can't imitate other people's paintings, you can only paint yourself? A mature painter should be able to imitate other people's paintings, but also draw your own original works, right? "

Fei Jingyu listened to Yan Qingchi's retelling and was very unconvinced. "Did you think my painting was inferior to his painting because of this?"

Yan Qingchi was a little speechless. "Did the boss just say? You have no soul, no emotion, rough writing, and unnatural transition. These are the key points."

"These are based on you imitating his figure paintings, and I don't have it. If you don't, will he still think you win?"

Yan Qingchi guessed that if Fei Jingyu did not paint like him, he would probably come with such a hand, so he frustratedly picked up the second painting on the table and showed it to Fei Jingyu.

"How do you think my painting compares to yours?"

Fei Jingyu was stunned. He looked at the painting in Yan Qingchi's hand and couldn't believe it. "Did you draw two?"

"Yes, two, I'm afraid that if you don't have my portrait, you will blame the problem, so I took one more."

Fei Jingyu couldn't understand. He didn't have enough time to paint a picture. In the end, how could Yan Qingchi have time to paint two pictures.

"Where's your time?"

"The same time as you, but I often draw, so I draw more smoothly than you, and faster than you." Yan Qingchi looked at him, "Fei Jingyu, I was in the square before, I said Everyone ’s understanding of painting is different. I just paint with interest. I just think it ’s fun to paint, so I will paint from time to time. But for you, it ’s just a tool you use to win honors, so you Bound yourself in it. You have n’t painted for a long time, so after the following strokes, the smoothness of the connection bar can not be guaranteed, is this what you call a professional? "

He took a look at Fei Jingyu's paintings. "A painting is not only good, but sometimes laypersons can easily see it, because people's feelings are very direct. IMHO, your paintings like this are awarded Not many times, right? "

Fei Jingyu didn't speak.

Yan Qingchi smiled, "So I won, and it was we who left first."

Yan Qingchi said, turned to look at the boss and asked him, "Can our group leave?"

The boss laughed, "Of course you can. You painted well. This is your task card."

He took out the task card given to him by his crew and gave it to Yan Qingchi.

Yan Qingchi and Jiang Moyu said thank you and left.

Fei Jingyu watched the two of them leave and looked at the boss. The boss was dissatisfied with his private alteration of the characters in the painting.

Fei Jingyu had no choice but to get his own painting and repaint. He is not good at imitation, but he did not expect that Yan Qingchi not only painted the paintings that imitated the boss's characters, but also painted a new painting in the same time as him. Moreover, both paintings are more successful than themselves.

Fei Jingyu always felt that he was the best in their group of paintings. Yan Qingchi said that he was not professional, so he believed it. He also felt that Yan Qingchi could not paint better than himself. But the fact gave him a slap. He held the pen and felt that he was like this now, but it was really shameful.

Of course, Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mozhi did not know his thoughts at the moment. Even after leaving, Yan Qingchi never took him to heart. His nature is open-minded and open-minded. If it wasn't for Fei Jingyu's repeated provocations, Yan Qingchi wouldn't care about him.

He looked at the task card in his hand, pointed to the two items of swimming and gymnastics above, and said, "Let's choose swimming, your strengths, I'm not weak."

"Okay." Jiang Moji agreed.

The two arrived at the swimming pool according to the route on the task card. Yan Qingchi asked the coach responsible for their assessment. Has anyone else done the task before?

The coach shook his head, and Yan Qingchi was a little surprised, and said to Jiang Mo, "Did you hear that? We may be the first now."

Jiang Mozhi certainly heard it, and even he thought that Yan Qingchi was probably right. In the first round, only he and Yan Qingchi, Fei Jingyu and Yue Ziyi chose painting. The others chose to do pottery because they had not studied painting. Now entering the second round, swimming and gymnastics, he feels that at least the combination of boys will be more inclined to swim, for no reason, because the gymnastics project is not very friendly for boys. However, it seems that only one of them arrived at the swimming pool.

Well, it's very likely that everyone else is still doing the first round of missions and hasn't had time to get here.

The challenge this time was for two people to take five laps in the required time. Yan Qingchi and Jiang Moyu changed their swimming trunks prepared by the coach, warmed up in the water, and were ready to start the challenge.

He discussed with Jiang Mochi. In view of them, Jiang Mochi has more advantages in this aspect, so Jiang Mochi is at the starting point, he is at the finish line, Jiang Mochi swims first, then high-five with him, he swims again, so that counts Jiang Moyu swims three times, he only swims twice, and it is easier to clear the customs.

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Jiang Moji agreed to let Yan Qingchi wait for him at the end.

The coach shouted to start, Jiang Moyu quickly swam out, Yan Qingchi watched his swimming position in the water, waiting for him to hand over to himself.

No doubt, they cleared the game once, the coach was a little surprised, applauded them, "verygood, verygood" praised them.

Yan Qingchi feels that this is mainly due to Jiang Moji. After all, he really swims too fast. When he toured the last lap, it was nearly two minutes away from the prescribed time.

When they left, they saw Mo Xiaoxiao and Zhang Ningwei running in, and when they saw them, they were shocked and asked, "You've got it?"

Yan Qingchi nodded. "Come on, no one is there yet."

Mo Xiaoxiao quickly thanked him and pulled Zhang Ningwei and ran.

Yan Qingchi and Jiang Moji looked at the newly obtained task card and chose to make cakes in the third round of the project.

Jiang Mozhi actually doesn't make cakes. During his pregnancy in Yanqingchi, he learned hard-core cooking skills, but he hasn't been involved in pastry. But Yan Qingchi said, "I will, I will teach you later."

So the two rejoicedly prepared to make a cake for themselves.

Responsible for their evaluation of this project is a fat female teacher in her fifties or so. The teacher showed them the steps first, then let them do it themselves, and make a cake within the prescribed time. Appearances need to be qualified to pass customs.

Yan Qingchi has made cakes before. It is very familiar to make this. He directs Jiang Moyu while he is busy, and the two of them proceed in an orderly manner. After Yanqingchi put the finished cake embryos into the oven and baked them, they decorated the cake with Jiang Moyu and let the teacher come over to check.

The teacher looked at their cakes, and was very satisfied. They picked up the cake knife on the table and cut them together, then took a small fork with a fork, and tasted it.

"Delicious." She said, "Congratulations, you have passed, as a reward, this cake belongs to both of you."

Yan Qingchi and Jiang Moji felt that they were really very lucky. After three rounds of missions, they had all gone through customs so easily.

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Yan Qingchi was a little happy and looked at Jiang Moyan, "Or shall we eat cake here and go back?"

Jiang Mozhi naturally promised him.

The teacher brought them two cups of black tea for them to drink with the cake.

Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mo said thankfully, drinking black tea while eating cake.

Jiang Moshang has not always liked sweets, even cakes. After eating a piece, he put down his fork and watched Yan Qingchi eat.

Looking at it, I couldn't help but rub the cream on the face of Yan Qingchi with his fingers, Yan Qingchi was helpless, "You're here again!"

"Can't help it."

Yan Qingchi stretched out his hand and wiped him out. Jiang Moji was ready to fight back, but Yan Qingchi grabbed his hand, "No more spoiling my cake."

"It's our cake."

"It would be even worse."

Jiang Mo saw that he looked like a guardian, so he gave up and wiped his face. "Little cat."

"It's not your drawing yet."

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"So I want to draw a few more."

"No, you don't want to!"

Jiang Moyan: ... I knew Li Mo's mood at that moment.

Li Mo, who was stunned by him, finally walked into this cake room at this time, preparing to make a cake challenge.

As soon as Li Mo entered the door, he turned around and saw both of them. He shouted in surprise, "brother", without saying a word, ran straight over, "who won?" She asked curiously, "brother you won Is Fei Jingyu? "

Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mozhang were questioned by her when they came up, and asked a moment. Then Yan Qingchi said, "Win. I didn't expect you to care so much."

"Of course I care, and I knew you would win."

Yan Qingchi smiled. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, have you done it, brother?"

Yan Qingchi nodded and pointed her to the cake on the table. "This is our result."

"Why are you two so fast? I guess you are the first one this time. Then I won't tell you. I'm going to do the task quickly, bye."

"Okay, come on!"

"Huh," Li Mo laughed. "I only made cake baking with my classmates last year. It's hard for me, don't worry."

She said that she ran away in an instant. Yan Qingchi watched Li Mo leave and looked at Jiang Moyu, "Let's go."

"What about the cake?"

"Ask the teacher if he can pack it."

Jiang Mozhen asked the teacher and got a positive answer. He said goodbye to Li Bozhong and Li Mo's father and daughter with the packaged cake and was going to go to Uncle John's pizzeria with Yan Qingchi.

"Target pizzeria, red duck!" Yan Qingchi drew Jiang Moyu and ran forward quickly.