Mr. Wen, show your heart

Chapter 269 260 · "What I rely on has always been myself"

Seeing that Jiang Chuchu didn't confess completely, Wen Jiusi narrowed his eyes, but didn't say anything, he just told her at the last moment of the video.

"If something happens, let me know as soon as possible."

Jiang Chuchu nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Enen, don't worry, the biggest test here is not the competition, but that I can't take a good bath for four days...but..."

As if knowing what Jiang Chuchu was going to say, Wen Jiusi smiled but said firmly.

"Don't let Liu Yan wash your hair."

"..."

Seeing her speechless expression, Wen Jiusi added solemnly, "I'd rather receive you with oily hair four days later."

"Wen Jiusi, you are poisonous again." Jiang Chuchu yelled, "Which girl doesn't wash her hair for four days, tell me!"

"I just like not washing my hair."

"Neuropathy!"

This is a flavorful conversation...

Jiang Chuchu angrily put down the phone, Wen Jiusi still sat on the edge of the bed, tapped his fingers on the white sheet, pondered for a moment, and then dialed Xiao Zhao's number.

"What's going on with Wen Rong?"

Xiao Zhao answered quickly, "Wen Rong can't wait to start the construction, and now Shichang Square is blocked to prevent people from entering."

Wen Jiusi said "En", pondered for a moment, and then said to himself, "Since Wen Rong can't get away for a while, their father and son should not be busy making trouble these two days."

Xiao Zhao didn't get Mr. Wen's intentions at all, and earnestly exhorted, "Mr. Wen, you must not think so. At critical moments, we'd better act cautiously."

Wen Jiusi: "..."

Wen Jiusi: "Compress my itinerary and book me a ticket to the UK in two days, understand?"

Xiao Zhao was silent for a moment, "...Understood."

Did you say that before long? It's not too long before the confidante is in trouble, the confidante is in trouble...

Newcomer Yang Guo washed his hair with difficulty and slept soundly. On the day of the competition, Jiang Chuchu got up very early and bumped into Jiang Mingzhu in the restaurant downstairs.

Seeing Jiang Chuchu struggling to hold the dinner plate with her left hand, Jiang Mingzhu breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately put her arms around her shoulders, showing a sarcastic expression.

"Are you really ready to compete?"

Jiang Chuchu looked at the breakfast in her hand expressionlessly, and was a little impatient to deal with Jiang Mingzhu, "What else? I'm traveling to the UK at public expense?"

Jiang Mingzhu shook her head, "It's embarrassing to go abroad, your mouth is still so hard."

I really want to put the tray on Jiang Mingzhu's hair... The wasteful and shameful three views of correctness stopped her own eager thoughts in time, Jiang Chuchu turned around and carefully settled the place for breakfast, then turned back, turning the mocking gaze on the other side Bounce back.

"Jiang Mingzhu, dogs that can bark don't usually bite people, so cherish the next few days."

Jiang Mingzhu frowned, "What do you mean?"

Because after a few days, I want you to give me back the halo on your head that doesn't belong to you, and I want to step by step, reach the position that no one despises and does not belong to anyone.

I still have a long way to go, but this is a start.

Jiang Chuchu took a careful look at Jiang Mingzhu, smiled and shook her head.

"It's nothing."

Jiang Chuchu originally thought that Jiang Mingzhu would not let it go, but unexpectedly, she clenched her hands and left as if she was jealous of something.

British International Oil Painting Autumn Grand Prix.

This is one of the few competitions in the world that now implements on-site examination questions and contestants draw on-site.

Under the leadership of Professor Bai, several people successfully entered the arena and got the entry cards. Since the competition was held in a private art gallery in the UK, the time was not up, so the organizer conveniently invited the contestants who entered the arena in advance to visit.

Jiang Chuchu was naturally [-]% happy.

"Wow! This exhibition hall is too beautiful."

"Wow, this color is too advanced."

"Wow! It's a Hunter Damon painting!"

Professor Bai held it at first, and let Jiang Chuchu fly around like a mad bird out of the cage. Later, seeing that she might not come back if he didn't pull her, he coughed lightly twice as a warning.

"Okay, I'm making a fuss, I don't know how to be calm."

Jiang Chuchu blinked her big innocent eyes.

Isn't it because... Nai He is uneducated, so he can go all over the world with a single word.

Professor Bai felt helpless, but at the same time, Jiang Chuchu's relaxed posture made Professor Bai less worried about the injury to her right hand compared to the other postures that were facing the enemy.

The British International Oil Painting Autumn Grand Prix is ​​held every year, but there has been no champion for four consecutive years, all of which have been won by British contestants. The last domestic contestant who won the championship... was Jiang Mingzhu many years ago, Jiang Mingzhu's "Moon Night" She won unanimous praise from all the judges. At that time, Jiang Mingzhu won the gold medal, which caused an uproar in China. Many people even boasted that she was a "representative artist of the new generation of domestic oil painting". However, the following year, the British International Oil Painting Autumn Grand Prix changed to The competition system was changed to an on-the-spot problem, and the painting was made within three days. Although everyone was looking forward to it, Jiang Mingzhu never participated again. This was Jiang Mingzhu's second time participating.

One is the former champion, and the other is the student she has high hopes for. Professor Bai thought, maybe... she can look forward to the results of this year's competition.

The huge exhibition hall was emptied, and in the area of ​​[-] square meters, there were rows of easels with uniform styles, and the oil paints were all brand new and unopened.

Everyone sat down according to their corresponding positions. In order to prevent the possibility of finding inspiration from the Internet, for the next three days, all mobile phones were handed in, and all board and lodging were arranged by the staff, and they were isolated from the outside world.

After Jiang Chuchu picked up the brush, she calmed down strangely.

A piercing gaze shot straight at her through several people, and Jiang Chuchu knew it was Jiang Mingzhu's scrutiny without even turning her head to look.

There was a smile on Jiang Chuchu's lips, and the oil paint was squeezed out with smooth hands.

Look, look, the more you look at you, the more powerless you will become, because what I rely on has always been myself...

Exam questions announced.

self-portrait.

There are no other requirements, it can be realistic or freehand, and the explanation of the topic cannot be simpler.

In the hall, it was so quiet that you could even hear your own breathing.

What content to draw, what painting method to use, and what color to use are all under the control of oneself. Seeing that one person after another raised the brush, Jiang Chuchu took a deep breath and told herself, don't worry.

There are many talented players here. If she wants to become a blockbuster, she must work hard on the idea.

Time passed bit by bit, and the blond examiner couldn't help but look this way frequently.

When the light of dusk refracted in and dyed the exhibition hall a brilliant golden yellow, Jiang Chuchu finally wrote——

(End of this chapter)