The style of painting is different, but it is better to be strong

The audience and judges in the audience were all at a loss. They didn't understand what these people who lived hundreds of years ago had anything to do with this dance.

Fans understand Chen Yici's mood very well, especially those who have watched his interview before, said one after another:

"Is the speech a tribute to the seniors?"

"Ah, do you want to say that the seniors have taught me a lot?"

"It seems that he has never received any training. Whether he sings or dances, he is self-taught at home. He also watched interviews before. He watched videos or tutorials of dancing and singing by himself."

"It seems that he doesn't have time to tinker with himself. Apart from farming, he only has a few hours left to practice."

The judges looked at each other, and one of them spoke, wanting to bring the process back, and asked:

"Is there anyone else you want to thank, like... your family and friends?"

He just found Chen Yici's competition information, and it said: Born in an orphanage, parents are unknown.

According to the popularity of the show, at this time, one should mention one's own family situation.

It is embarrassing for a contestant born in a small rural area to participate in this show with no backstage, no background, and no professional training. Take out the background of the hospital to give it a try, that is the standard "beautiful, strong and miserable" personality.

The show gained popularity, and the contestants also gained popularity and attention, a win-win situation.

The judges reminded him knowingly, and looked straight at Chen Yici after finishing speaking.

Hearing the word family, Chen Yici's eyes became deep and complicated.

The camera quickly took a close-up of Chen Yici's eyes.

In Chen Yici's eyes, there seemed to be a lot of emotions, as if he was deeply moved but hesitated to speak, and stood silently on the spot.

The judges looked at him encouragingly.

The barrage also saw something, and they all pricked up their ears.

Chen Yici plucked up his courage:

"I want to thank my grandpa, mom and my brother."

"Without their support and help, I would not be where I am today."

A flash of astonishment flashed across the faces of the judges, and they all tacitly lowered their heads to look at the contestant information sheet.

Unknown parents, born in an orphanage.

That's right.

……

Chen Yici continued:

"They are all very powerful people and have made outstanding contributions in their respective fields of art."

He thought for a while and added:

"I'm so blessed to be part of their family."

The barrage is also wrong at this time:

I am fortunate to be a family member... Why does this tone sound so strange, as if I became a family member halfway.

Judges look at each other:

This direction is different from what they expected, how should we proceed?

The judge holding the microphone coughed, thinking that even if there is a family, the family is nothing more than farmers for generations, what artistic achievements can they have?

Barrage also questioned:

"The family members have made outstanding contributions in the field of art... This wording is not appropriate, and they are not some recognizable artists. Who dares to say that."

"Yes, it can be said that everyone in the family loves art, like singing and dancing, and it's too unfavorable to say so."

"Emmm... I really thought dancing and singing would be an artistic family, speechless."

The judges also saw the barrage and disdain Chen Yici even more.

At first I thought this person was still a little level, but his words revealed his intelligence.

The judges kept the heart of using Chen Yici as cannon fodder, and deliberately provoked the thunder:

"It turns out that good talent is inherited from the family. This is not difficult to explain why you are so good at singing and dancing."

"Then may I ask what outstanding contributions your family has made in the field of art?"

Chen Yici looked serious, and began to count with his fingers:

"Grandpa is a famous dancer, brother is a calligrapher, oh yes, he is also good at drawing, and my mother is a soprano singer."

The more the judges listened, the more they felt that it was outrageous, and in the end they even began to suspect that Chen Yici had some brain problems.

The bullet screen has been brushed with "???" and "..." signs:

"What, does the XX family use it like this? Read some books before you come back, really nine-year education slipped through the net."

"Soprano singer? Dare I ask if your mother is Lan Xiaoling... This tone is too arrogant."

"It's broken up. His family members are just a few farmers. Where do you really listen to his nonsense? Waste of time, just gain attention."

"Come on, since you say your family is so powerful, let your family show you some tricks."

The judges narrowed their eyes, and a hint of malice flashed in their expressions:

"Since the family members are so powerful, can the family members come to the scene to show us?"

Chen Yici's expression showed regret:

"Excuse me."

"They've all been dead for a long time."

The shortest is hundreds of years.

There were ellipsis in the barrage.

"..."

"... No, this can also be made up."

"Wait, I'm a little confused. Did he really die or did he lie for the sake of lying?"

"It felt like the dead person was deliberately pulled out for a walk."

"Think about it, first talk about how powerful your family is, and let everyone think it's great, and then say that your family has passed away, and there is no way to verify the deceased. Where can we go to confront each other, and then we can win sympathy, killing two birds with one stone."

"But he was too exaggerated. If he accidentally lied big, he wouldn't be able to get back. This time it can't end."

"That's right, how can anyone say that his family belongs to artists? I still believe that the little brother who played the piano said that he is from an art family. A family from a rural area is full of art masters?? It's too ridiculous."

"He's so scheming, there won't be an agency packaging behind him, I'm disappointed."

"Disappointment +1."

"+10086."

The faces of the judges and contestants present were all ugly.

In the end, the judges coughed and said perfunctorily:

"It turned out to be like this, what a pity."

Chen Yici nodded, not noticing the slight change in the atmosphere of the scene.

He still felt a little pity when he got home.

He added one last sentence before stepping down:

"I also really hope they're still alive now."

"Their works have been handed down in this world, but because of their limited lifespan, they will sleep in the soil forever."

It's just that the audience and the contestants didn't seem to be very touched, and they looked uninterested.

Chen Yici sighed, feeling a pity from the bottom of his heart.

After the show ended, he went straight home and started tinkering with a pile of herbs lying on the ground.

After parting from the old man that day, he went up the mountain to gather several kinds of herbs for wounds. Although he didn't know if it would help Zuo Zhu's wounds, he still carefully crushed the medicines into fine powder and carefully packed them in small bottles.

He opened his mouth and communicated with the system in his mind:

"What happened to Zuo Zhu's wound? Why did it gradually become transparent?"

In the past few days, the system seemed to be pretending to be dead. It was fine to ask him other questions, but as soon as the word Zuoyi was mentioned, the system immediately stopped talking, and there was silence in his mind.

This time too, he was answered by silence.

While making medicine, Chen Yici said:

"If you don't answer, I will go straight to his temple as soon as I pass through next time."

He found that the system didn't seem to agree with his contact with Zuo Zhu.

Several times, as soon as he walked into the hall, his body inexplicably passed back, as if it popped up automatically.

It was later discovered that it was the system's fault.

There was another long silence, as if the system was trying to appease him:

"He's fine, you don't have to worry."

Chen Yici stopped pounding the medicine and asked:

"Then what will happen to him?"

The system didn't make a sound, and said:

"People in this world have been dead for many years, and their bodies have been buried in the earth for a hundred years. At that time, Zuo Zhu couldn't bear to see so many souls annihilated, so he created his country."

Chen Yici hadn't thought of such a logic yet.

He knew from Chen Zhizhi's mouth that the gods created this country, but he didn't know that the gods created the country to accommodate the souls of thousands of annihilated people.

No wonder the people in the kingdom are extremely afraid of the gods, but they are also extremely respectful.

There is a fixed day of every month to worship the gods. Even when there is thunder and rain, although the mood is gloomy and restless, they will kneel down to worship the gods.

Chen Yici thought for two seconds, and immediately said:

"In that case, there is actually a connection between this world and the book."

For example, he wears a book every day, and then puts it back on. Combined with what the system is saying now, Zuo Zhu has supported the soul of this world and reorganized a country. This conclusion can be drawn.

So will it...

Chen Yici seemed to have discovered some conclusion:

"Wouldn't people in that world be able to wear it?"

The system found that Chen Yici was actually very smart, with rich associative skills, and he could understand many things at once.

The system didn't answer his words, Chen Yici frowned and continued to make medicine with doubts, and the room fell into silence again.

If the system does not speak, it may be the default, which means that the people in the book may indeed travel to the present world.

Then he said that Zuo Zhu will be fine, so can it be inferred that——

Is it possible for Zuo Zhu to cross over? ?

Chen Yici felt ridiculous when he thought about it, and felt that his idea was really too bold, so he immediately shook his head.

"Bangdang-"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside the door, and then there was a louder ping-pong-pong sound, like the sound of pots and pans hitting the ground.

Chen Yici was startled and his heart skipped a beat.

The guess that was overthrown by myself just now surfaced again.

He wiped his hands nervously and ran out the door.

The first impression was that it was a mess, several bowls on the ground were smashed, and the stainless steel basin also fell to the ground with a clanging clang.

Sure enough, there was a person standing there.

He looked up in surprise, but before he could utter the "Zuo Zhu" in his mouth, the moment he saw the person, it got stuck in his throat, unable to move up or down.

He looked at the person in astonishment.

A familiar man wearing gold-rimmed glasses pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked helplessly at the bowl he shattered, picked up the pieces and said:

"...I said he smashed himself into me, do you believe me?"

Chen Yici was both surprised and frightened:

"Brother? It's you?!"