I, the emperor, aspired to the top of the entertainment industry

A piece of crumpled rice paper, the ink on the paper is still wet——

The phoenix in the center of the painting is bathed in blood, and two white birds are drawn below. Only the lines are drawn, and the color has not yet been painted.

One red and one white, the visual tension is pulled to the extreme.At first glance, it is not obvious that it is a phoenix. It needs to be savored carefully to understand the painter's mood of prosperity and auspiciousness.

Li Qingshan's eyes were slightly open. As a descendant of Li Zongce, he is very familiar with Li Zongce's painting style, but the technique of the person in front of him actually has the shadow of Li Zongce back then!And it's still drawn on worthless waste paper!

Seeing his teacher staring at the painting, Guan Mo angrily reminded: "Teacher, I will kick him out right away..."

"Shut up." Li Qingshan reprimanded, staring at the phoenix on the painting for a moment.Guan Mo shut up, everyone didn't dare to make a sound, and took advantage of the opportunity to observe this painting with a very different style.

After a long while, Li Qingshan picked up the wet pen, as if immersed in the world of the painting, eager to add more brushes to the painting, and finished Xie Mingzhou's unfinished white bird——

But the pen was hanging in the air, trembling, and it didn't come down for a long time.

No matter how you add a pen, it seems abrupt.

Li Qingshan sweated profusely, put down his brush in frustration, raised his head and asked, "Who is... sir?"

Xie Mingzhou hooked his lips.

I am a friend of your ancestors.

Before he could speak, Guan Mo on the side answered for him: "Xie Mingzhou, a starlet who has retired."

"Don't talk, show me carefully! How many times have I taught you that freehand brushwork is more important than form! You look at your drawings, and then look at others' paintings!" Li Qingshan looked at Guan Mo with a frown, and he was always concerned about this disciple. Hate that iron cannot be made into steel, and he also agreed to accept this rebellious apprentice because the Guan family and his family are old friends.

Seeing that the master was really angry, Guan Mo curled his lips, feeling unwilling but didn't dare to say anything, and looked at the unfinished painting with his eyes.

The pen is sharp and easy to indulge.

At first glance, it seems ordinary, but after careful consideration, it seems to be pulled into a far-reaching era, the phoenix is ​​the emperor, the bird is the people, the phoenix flies into the sky, and hundreds of people worship.

Is this the "meaning" that Master often talks about?

Guan Mo's heart beat faster, and Xie Mingzhou's comments on his paintings just now echoed in his ears.

"False charm."

Isn't this just the freehand brushwork of bamboo leaves that he has been stuck for a long time? !

Real press and virtual out.

Guan Mo secretly glanced at Xie Mingzhou, with a calm face, and when he looked carefully, there was an unattainable sharpness and arrogance hidden deep in his pupils.

Sensing Guan Mo's complicated eyes, Xie Mingzhou's long eyes swept over, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Master Guan dodged his eyes unwillingly.

His face flushed red.

Damn, he blushed a bubble teapot.

The onlookers on the side slowly reacted from the reversal of the situation.

"Damn it, he was praised by the master! This person is not simple!"

"This fucking is Xie Mingzhou? That idiot from before who couldn't even understand the lines?"

"I'm confused!"

The trio of art students were too shocked to speak.

He's really handsome and talented, hurry up and pay attention to Vbo!When it becomes popular in the future, they will be old fans!

"Mr. Xie, if you don't mind, I would like to take this unfinished painting of yours home to ponder and consider it as my own purchase." Li Qingshan said sincerely.

With Xie Mingzhou's nameless status, although he can't sell it at a high price, it is still his first money in modern times.He stared at the scroll, and replied: "But before that, I want to make an inscription."

Li Qingshan nodded, seeing Xie Mingzhou lowering his eyes, wrote at the end of the painting: "Jing Zongce."

When Li Zongce invited him to complete the painting of "Hundred Birds Mountain Dwelling", Li Zongce painted half of it, and invited him to paint the remaining half, but he left early and failed to complete it.

Going around and going around, even made up for this regret after thousands of years.

After finishing writing, Xie Mingzhou stared at the painting for a long while with a complicated expression, and then slowly put away the pen.

Li Qingshan looked at the words in confusion, but didn't think much about it. He thought it was some fanboy of Zong Ce: "Thank you sir, I will invite you to discuss it with me some other day."

"Yes." Xie Mingzhou said concisely.

Amidst the complex expressions of everyone, Xie Mingzhou waved goodbye to everyone casually, and just turned around with his bag in his hand, but was grabbed by the corner of his clothes.

He turned his head, Guan Mo's unruly face flushed red, and said: "You..."

Xie Mingzhou raised his eyebrows: "?"

"My painting, you still..." Guan Mo gritted his teeth. According to the bet, he should give Xie Mingzhou a painting, but he turned his head to stare at his orchid and bamboo picture, and then compared it with the phoenix on the table. The shame of execution flooded his face.

Giving this broken painting to someone like Xie Mingzhou is really eye-catching!

But Xie Mingzhou evoked a cynical smile: "Just kidding you, do you believe it?"

What does he care about with a child.

"When you have a chance in the future, you will send me off again." Xie Mingzhou patted Guan Mo's shoulder, and a heart filled with pity for talent.

Zong Ce back then was single-handedly picked up by him.

Guan Mo blushed even more.

After Xie Mingzhou left, Guan Mo hurriedly took down the painting from the easel, humiliated in public, and said to Li Qingshan shyly, "Teacher, I... withdraw from this competition."

Guan Mo took a deep breath, it had nothing to do with a bet, but he found that he couldn't compare to others in painting, bearing, and even face... Damn, he won't admit defeat like this.

Li Qingshan frowned: "Exit?"

Guan Mo clenched his fists: "I'll go back and polish, and I'll participate next year."

Although he was extremely unwilling in his heart, the traditional Chinese painting circle always spoke with his works. Next year, he will definitely polish a better work than Xie Mingzhou!

Li Qingshan was stunned for a moment, it was the first time he saw a serious attitude on his apprentice's face, and after a while he sighed with relief: "Amo, your painting skill is already one of the best among your peers, what needs to be honed is the state of mind."

As the saying goes, a painting is like a person.

Guan Mo once again looked at the majestic and dignified phoenix in the painting, clenched his fists and nodded.

Guan Mo withdrew, leaving one seat vacant.

Li Qingshan carefully rolled up the crumpled drawing paper.It would be a pity if such a painting was buried.

In the evening, Li Qingshan discussed with the organizing committee for more than an hour, and finally everyone agreed that Xie Mingzhou's painting was officially shortlisted for the competition.

Li Qingshan hung up the phone and sat at the table, staring at the scroll and staring at the scroll again in a daze, and tried to add more brushes again, but he couldn't think of anything until midnight.

But the outline of this bird is very similar to Zong Ce's "Hundred Birds Mountain Dwelling" picture.

Li Qingshan remembered something, took the painting and hurried back to the museum, and came to Zong Ce's exhibition hall - in front of him was the ancient copy of "Hundred Bird Mountain Residence".

"Hundred Birds Mountain Dwelling" is as its name suggests, with hundreds of birds flying around the mountains.

But what is strange is that there is nothing in the sky above this painting.On a normal picture scroll, high mountains and flowing water will be drawn in the sky, and it is not good enough to draw clouds.

However, there is a blank space above the painting. Many historians have given different explanations for the blank space, but the reasons are too far-fetched.

Li Qingshan's heart beat like a drum, as if he wanted to unravel the mystery that had been lost for thousands of years, the hand holding the scroll kept shaking.Tremblingly, he unfolded Xie Mingzhou's painting scroll, and placed it in the center of "Hundred Bird Mountain Dwelling".

The picture scroll that had been lost for thousands of years was completed in an instant, and a fiery red phoenix hovered in the lonely sky.

The phoenix returns to its throne, and all birds fly together.

Li Qingshan almost stopped breathing.

It turns out that this painting is not called "Hundred Bird Mountain Dwelling", but——

"Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix".

Feng is the son of heaven, which means - flourishing age.

He stacked the two paintings together and took a photo, and hurriedly posted it in the painting association's group, and the seniors of the painting association exploded in no time.

"This almost-lost classical painting method... is really similar to Zong Ce! Who is this young man?"

"The key is the artistic conception. There is no sense of disobedience between the artist's painting and Zong Ce's painting. It's amazing!"

"Comparing carefully, the artist's brushwork is actually quite different from Zong Ce's painting style."

Everyone inexplicably thought of another person in history—that person was rarely mentioned in the painting circle, but his painting skills were comparable to Zong Ce.He and Zong Ce are close friends, but his ambition is not in painting, but in the world.

three days later.

Early in the morning, Xie Mingzhou was sitting in front of the mirror in the barber shop, about to get his hair cut, when he received a call.

"Mr. Xie, I wonder if it's convenient for you to talk now?" Li Qingshan's voice came from the phone.

Xie Mingzhou: "Yes."

Li Qingshan: "Mr. Xie... After the collective discussion of our painting association, it is officially notified that your work has won the first prize!"

In the past two days, everyone in the painting association had heated discussions. Although Xie Mingzhou's painting was halfway through, its level was indeed much higher than that of other contestants.

Xie Mingzhou was stunned for a moment. At that time, he was just doing two strokes with nothing to do. He didn't expect to participate in the competition. He was very surprised to get the first place.

He raised his eyebrows lightly: "Thank you, but to be honest, the beginning of my painting was a bit random."

"No, no, freehand brushwork should be freehand. The colleagues in the painting association are very interested in your classical techniques." Li Qingshan was a little excited, and then asked tentatively, "I don't know if Mr. Xie has time to come to my office this afternoon. trip?"

Usually, his assistant will notify the result of the competition, but this time he took the initiative to call to inform, one is to show the sincerity of the contest party, and the other is out of a personal invitation, he wants to know who Xie Mingzhou is, after all, the "Hundred Birds" The painting "Chaofeng" was so shocking that he and a group of old seniors didn't sleep well for the past two days.

Xie Mingzhou took it easy: "Yes, I'll come over in the afternoon."

After hanging up the phone, Xie Mingzhou stared at his shoulder-length hair in the mirror, and looked at Mingyan's face for a while.

Tony, the barber behind him, persuasively persuaded: "Sir, are you sure you want to cut it short? To be honest, sir, your facial features are very delicate, which is very suitable for this kind of semi-long hair. It has a very classic temperament."

Xie Mingzhou said concisely: "Cut it short."

In his dynasty, there was an allusion among the folks that long hair was left for the king, but now, the original owner sincerely paid it to a scumbag by mistake, and keeping his hair for him is not degrading himself.

What's more, modern people's neat short hair is quite novel to him.

Tony had no choice but to follow Xie Mingzhou's wishes and cut off his long hair with a few knives. The shorter the cut, the clearer the contours of the face.

Tony stared at the mirror and his heart was pounding. After so many years of working in the industry, he rarely met such a plastic face. Changing his hairstyle can give him a different temperament.

But why does this person look more and more like the black star a few years ago.

In the afternoon, Xie Mingzhou once again came to the front of the cultural museum. The top floor of the museum is the office where Li Qingshan and the management staff handle affairs.

Upstairs, he passed by the entrance of the art gallery he visited last time. The big screen above announced the winners of the "Zong Ce Cup". Passers-by gathered at the entrance, including some of the participating painters.

There are many well-known young painters participating in this competition, and their names are often seen in the exhibition.But the champion was a fledgling kid, and the painters and the crowd were dissatisfied and stood at the door questioning the level of the Zong Ce Cup.

"Who is this No.1? I've never heard his name before!"

"It's decided by default."

"This painting is not even finished, and I can win a big prize...I don't accept it!"

Xie Mingzhou swept past the crowd without stopping, turned around and walked towards the entrance of the corridor without haste.

Amidst the confusion among the crowd, a cold and arrogant voice sounded.

"What are you messing around here?"

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

Xie Mingzhou stopped and looked at the crowd with great interest.

Guan Mo carried the drawing board on his back, with disdain on his face: "The Zong Ce Cup has always been based on the works. When did the artist's identity start to be judged? The result was selected by the master himself. If you don't accept it, you don't have to use it next year." Come, some people want to participate."

A young painter said angrily: "But he didn't finish the painting!"

Guan Mo glanced at him coldly and said, "How about you make it up for him?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally shut up. Although the painting was not finished, it was already the ceiling among the contestants in terms of painting skills and artistic conception. Just now, several painters stood in front of the painting and discussed how to add more brushes, but finally gave up.

Seeing that the crowd did not dare to make a sound, Guan Mo pushed aside the crowd impatiently: "Okay, let me out if you have nothing to do, and don't disturb me to go in and copy Mr. Xie's painting."

Xie Mingzhou leaned against the wall with his arms folded, he heard the respectful "Mr. Xie" from Young Master Guan's golden mouth, and laughed softly.

This child was still talking coldly to him a few days ago, but why did he change his sex today? It's weird.

The crowd gradually dispersed, Xie Mingzhou turned around and walked to the stairs.

He had just stepped on a step when two figures came down from the corner of the stairs above.

The man walking in front was wearing a black mask, only revealing a pair of deep eyes, but he couldn't hide his powerful aura. He was tall and had long legs. He was wearing a black windbreaker newly released by BlueEagle in the fashion week. He walked in the direction of Xie Mingzhou step by step. Come.

The four eyes met for a moment.

Xie Mingzhou likes beauties, but he doesn't like the feeling of being looked down upon, so he narrowed his eyes and proudly looked away.

The man in the mask was stunned for a moment, but soon regained his senses, showing disdain and passing by, while the assistant next to the man was stunned, and said in disbelief: "Thank you..."

The word "Mingzhou" seems to be stuck in the throat. The person in front of me has cut off the messy hair, and the facial features that were covered before are fully exposed. It is like the colored porcelain that has been hidden in the cellar for a long time and has been rediscovered. The noble and heroic spirit is unforgettable. open your eyes.

What made him even more puzzled was that Xie Mingzhou used to look at Fu Yan with love and admiration in his eyes, but now he is as indifferent as a stranger, even a little more arrogant than Fu Yan—as if he was in the eyes of those five years. feelings are not worth mentioning.

Fu Yan finally couldn't save face until Xie Mingzhou passed him by, and turned his head in doubt.

This guy didn't come running over to beg him to get back together?Xie Mingzhou used to recognize him just by looking at his back, why is he colder than him now?

Moreover, Xie Mingzhou is an idiot, why does he appear in a place like a museum?

Doubts popped up one after another, but Fu Yan was the film king after all, and he was very good at controlling his emotions.

With his hands in his pockets, without changing his expression, he proudly raised his chin and walked forward.

It's just a stand-in who doesn't look down on him, so it doesn't deserve his attention.

As long as you don't come to the entertainment circle to ruin other things, life or death has nothing to do with him.

But after walking two steps, he saw a familiar name appear on the big screen.

Zong Ce Cup No.1, Xie Mingzhou.