Rebirth of the City Immortal

Chapter 46 Confession in Public ([-])

"Mo Changsheng, did Qingyan tell you about Ren Jingyu?"

Li Jing asked Mo Changsheng on purpose, and continued without waiting for him to reply:
"Ren Jingyu is one of the grassroots of our college and the head of the literature and art department of the student union. Not only is he handsome, but he is also versatile."

Zhang Ying added: "I heard that Ren Jingyu's family runs a company and is very rich. But he is not the kind of worthless rich second generation who gnaws on the old."

"When he was a sophomore, he also opened a coffee shop by himself, just behind our school. My family and I went to that coffee shop, and the business was very good."

When Zhang Ying talked about "cheating the old people", she deliberately glanced at Mo Changsheng, as if she was telling him on purpose.

Li Jing also glanced at Mo Changsheng, and said leisurely:
"Among Qingyan's countless suitors, Ren Jingyu's comprehensive strength can be ranked in the top three. If he really gets No.1 this time, tsk tsk!"

Mo Changsheng didn't show any emotion on his face, but he was already feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

"I used to be that virtuous, sister Qingyan can still treat me consistently, Momou really owes her a lot!"

Mo Changsheng was sitting there, quietly listening to Zhang Ying and Li Jing's daughters bragging about Ren Jingyu.

Mo Changsheng liked a sentence in "Han Shan Wen Shi De" very much.

Although this sentence runs counter to the mentality of a cultivator, the artistic conception in it is quite lofty.

"Han Shan asked Shide in the past, saying: The world slanders me, deceives me, humiliates me, laughs at me, despises me, despises me, hates me, deceives me, how to deal with it?"

"Shi Deyun: Just bear with him, let him, let him go, avoid him, bear with him, respect him, ignore him, stay for a few more years and watch him."

A dignified cultivator, why should he care about the meagerness of an ignorant person.

But if the other party is a practitioner, it will be another scene.

Time passed quickly, and before you knew it, the auditorium was already full of people. Roughly, there were about 2000 or [-] people.

Because the calligraphy competition is more time-saving than the painting competition, the calligraphy competition will be held first in the afternoon.

Calligraphy is an art that reflects life. People's inner emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow and joy can also be expressed in Chinese calligraphy, just like in poetry and music.

If writing is likened to the literacy stage of elementary school, which requires accurate and fair writing, then calligraphy is the writer's composition of words into a pleasing article or poem.

Generally speaking, calligraphy pays attention to "both form and spirit".

"Shape" includes stippling lines and the resulting calligraphy space structure; "spirit" mainly refers to the spirit of calligraphy.

Southwest Jiaotong University deserves to be one of the few institutions of higher learning in China, and among its students are Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

In just over two hours, more than 20 contestants who participated in the calligraphy finals have completed their works.

It is a pity that Wen Qingyan, an amateur contestant, barely won a winning prize, which is actually the legendary consolation prize.

"The champion's calligraphy is pretty good, and it has a bit of charm."

Mo Changsheng looked at the champion works displayed on the big screen and commented casually.

"Do you understand?"

Zhang Ying has a hearty personality, in other words, she is straightforward.She couldn't help laughing when she heard Mo Changsheng brazenly commenting on other people's champion works.

"Do you know who won the championship? That's the granddaughter of Professor Chen from our School of Chinese Language and Culture, a talented girl who won the first prize in a national calligraphy competition! You haven't even been to school, so how dare you judge other people's works indiscriminately!"

Mo Changsheng was stunned for a moment, shook his head and smiled wryly, and didn't bother to defend himself.

Probably in Zhang Ying's eyes, she is just a poor guy who doesn't know how to pretend to understand and is still boasting.

How could she know that Mo Changsheng was an Nascent Soul monster who had practiced for more than 200 years in his previous life.

Not to mention that he was originally writing with a brush at that time, but whoever has achieved success in cultivation has an artistic conception beyond ordinary people.

What's more, when most cultivators make talisman seals, they also need to use brushes and cinnabar, and even the slightest mistake will not work.

In his previous life, Mo Changsheng also dabbled in Fu Zhuan, so his level of calligraphy was extremely high. At least his level of calligraphy was definitely much higher than most calligraphers today.

"I don't have any self-knowledge, who is this!"

Mo Changsheng's words made Zhang Ying and Li Jing's impression of him even worse. At this moment, they didn't even bother to do superficial politeness, and they just watched the competition on the stage.

It took more than half an hour to evaluate the results of the calligraphy competition, so the contestants in the painting competition have also completed their works one after another.

The picture on the big screen on the stage was also transferred from the calligraphy competition to the painting competition group.

"Look quietly, is that Ren Jingyu's painting? It's so beautiful!"

Zhang Ying suddenly screamed.

"Really, look, what he drew was Qingyan, and he painted Qingyan so beautifully!"

Li Jing's eyes were full of little stars, and she was obsessed with looking at the big screen, with endless envy in her tone.

Mo Changsheng's complexion was a little ugly.

Ren Jingyu painted Wen Qingyan's portrait with colored pencils.

In the painting, Wen Qingyan is wearing a gorgeous pink dress, sitting quietly on a bench in the tree-lined path, the sun shines on Wen Qingyan's body through the leaves, it is indeed extremely beautiful.

What made Mo Changsheng extremely unhappy was that in this painting, there was a handsome man in a slim tuxedo kneeling on one knee in front of Wen Qingyan. He was holding a bunch of roses in his hand. It was self-evident what he was doing .

What made Mo Changsheng even more upset was that Wen Qingyan in the colored lead painting was shy and timid, obviously ready to agree to the man's pursuit.

"Ren Jingyu is worthy of being the director of the art department of our college. His paintings are really good. In my opinion, he must be No.1."

The students in the auditorium also started talking.

"Not necessarily, he is just a student of the School of Business Administration. Look at the contestants from our Academy of Fine Arts, how good their sketches and oil paintings are."

The students of the Academy of Fine Arts are not happy, they are the ones who really understand art, okay?

"Tch, if you want me to say, Zhang Jie of our Chinese Academy of Chinese Literature is good at ink painting, and he should be No. 1!"

The students of the Chinese Department retorted.

"Pull it down! Now who still likes ink painting, the painting is not at all similar, and they always talk about artistic conception and artistic conception. I am a big-headed ghost of artistic conception. Who the hell can understand it?!"

The students of the Department of Business Administration firmly support their classmates:
"Ren Jingyu is not only good at painting, but also the person who draws is our school belle. Do you dare to say that his paintings are not good-looking?"

Several other students fell silent.

Painting a beautiful woman is more beautiful, this is really irrefutable.

However, the students of the art department still insisted:

"No.1 must have been created between our Academy of Fine Arts contestant and Ren Jingyu, what the hell is ink painting!"

(End of this chapter)