I really don't want to be red

Chapter 373 what is he doing

The two old men couldn't persuade them, and there was nothing they could do.

It took a long time before he sighed, "As long as you know what's in your mind!"

As he said that, he drove away the people around him.

"Let's go. Calligraphy, painting, and poetry are things that test his thinking. Don't interrupt his thinking. After he finishes writing, come and read it. Don't disturb him now, do you hear me?"

The reporters walked away reluctantly.

They didn't want to leave, but old man Liu was right, they didn't want Bangzi to win either.

After everyone walked away, the camera pointed at An Ran from a distance, but it was very interesting that it didn't focus on the celadon bottle.

It's not that they don't want to live broadcast An Ran's drawing and writing process.

Instead, I was worried about the process of live broadcasting. In case An Ran pulled her hips, how much would it hurt to broadcast directly?

So the camera only focused on An Ran's upper body.

Che Taigen over there laughed and said, "You're courting death!"

Li Binghao, who was the first to write poetry, said with a smile: "This guy is really arrogant, he cares more about face than us Koreans!"

Liu Chengxuan, who was painting next to him, said: "We want to save face because we have the corresponding strength, and he has a fart!"

In the end, Jin Minhao, who was preparing to write, said lazily: "I guess he thought he was bound to lose, so he made a gimmick to make excuses for himself!"

Che Taigen nodded.

What Jin Minhao said is very reasonable, but... If you lose, you lose, and no excuses will work.

Che Taigen ordered with a sullen face: "You are not allowed to underestimate the enemy, even if you must win, you must show 100% level to defeat the enemy!"

"is teacher!"

Several people agreed together.

Here An Ran picks up a pen, and her mind keeps rolling.

He was thinking about what to write and draw.

There are too many things in his mind, countless poems and paintings of various calligraphy flashed in his mind one by one.

Seeing An Ran's thoughtful look, the others felt bad.

This is a bit too big to pretend, so I don't know what to do.

"Hey, Teacher An is good at everything, but the head is too hard!" A reporter said.

"Why do you say it so nicely? It's just pretending, you can just say it!"

"Fuck, I didn't say that, you said that!"

"It's just what I said? Isn't this giving the opponent a head? It's too floating..."

A group of reporters was talking there.

Liu Qianshan shouted in a low voice: "Shut up, you can comment on Teacher An's level?"

When everyone heard this, they didn't dare to say anything, but they couldn't believe it in their hearts.

"Why don't you continue with "Xia Ke Xing"?"

An Ran muttered.

Hearing his muttering, Liu Na reminded in a low voice, "This is celadon. The landscape painting should be better. It's too tense, and it doesn't match the lonely and desolate feeling of celadon!"

An Ran was taken aback, her face flushed slightly.

I just wanted to come up with a random song, but I really didn't think so much.

As for professional things, Liu Na still knows a lot.

An Ran nodded, and carefully looked at the celadon bottle.

Celadon vases are not high-end items, they only cost a few hundred yuan.

The whole has a light blue color, and there are various cracks, and a few fallen flowers are dotted at the bottom of the bottle.

It looked really lonely.

An Ran's eyes lit up, and she suddenly started to write.

Seeing him start writing, Liu Na was overwhelmed...shocked.

Whether it is on paper, on a bottle, or on a screen, or on a wall, the painting is done first, and then the poem is left blank.

But An Ran didn't take the usual route, he wrote a poem first.

If the proportions are not arranged properly, it is easy to cause uncoordinated proportions when painting, resulting in the situation of stretching the hips in the picture.

But An Ran had already started to write at this time, so it was hard for her to remind her.

"Brother An has started!" Although Liu Qianshan didn't go over, he kept watching An Ran's movements.

"Why do I think he wrote poems first?" Lin Baili looked horrified, "This is too nonsense!"

"Would you like to take a look?" Lin Baili asked.

"No need!" Liu Qianshan said with a sullen face, "I trust him."

You trust a wool!

Just by looking at your expression, which looks like you are constipated, you can tell how uneasy you are, and you are still holding on.

"If you are really worried, just look at your daughter's expression..." Lin Baili whispered: "She also understands, as long as her expression is not too much, it means there is no problem."

good idea!
Liu Qianshan glanced at Lao Lin and said, "You are still useful once in a while."

Fuck, what is this called.

Liu Qianshan looked at his daughter's expression hard, but he was a little far away, so he couldn't see clearly.

He simply took out his phone and clicked on the live broadcast to watch it.

Liu Na was right next to An Ran, and the live broadcast would naturally bring her in.

The screen popped up, and it turned out that Liu Na was watching An Ran's brushwork attentively.

The expression was surprised at first, then shocked, and finally covered his mouth with his small hand, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

But this expression... I can't see anything!
Surprised, shocked, unbelievable... There are two possibilities for this expression to appear.

An Ran is very powerful, especially ferocious, and too reckless, so Liu Na showed this expression.

The other is that An Ran stretches her hips so much that she can't lift them up at all, and she doesn't expect this expression at all.

special!
Can't tell the difference at all.

At this time, Xiao Le was the first to notice Liu Na's expression on the Internet.

After all, such a beautiful woman was there, so Xiao Le couldn't help but take a few more glances, and he could see the problem.

"Ms. Chen, look at An Ran's female companion, she looks very surprised, I don't know what she saw!"

"Speaking of which, the people we broadcast live are also very interesting, can you show the picture?"

The picture he mentioned refers to the picture painted by An Ran.

Chen Yihe understood, and then said: "Haha, I also think it's pretty bad, it's just trying to whet our appetite."

"But then again, I choose to trust Mr. An. He has brought us too many surprises, too big. Even if we lose, I still admire him!"

This is to inoculate the audience in advance, lest the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Xiao Le hurriedly said: "Teacher Chen is right, in fact, An Ran doesn't need to fight this time, but the younger generation of calligraphers didn't show up at the scene. We have no reason to ask him to do more."

The two of you said one sentence to another, talking about things in a crazy way.

The general meaning is, whether An Ran wins or loses, he is always good, even if you lose, don't scold others, An Ran has already achieved the ultimate.

But the netizens in the live broadcast room didn't pay attention to this at all.

"Why does that girl have such a strange expression?"

"I don't think An Dangdang's expression is quite right."

"Intuition tells me that something is going on between the two of them."

"An Ran is dripping water... no, he is sweating... the little girl wiped his sweat for him!"

"Don't drive upstairs, be careful I'll kick you down."

"I'm suspecting that what An Ran wrote on the bottle was the song "Hi Yo"..."

"roll……"

(End of this chapter)