After Being Blackened All Over the Internet, I Ruled the Military Variety Shows
Chapter 352 - 351: He Resembles a Crane, The Fan Is Not for Sale - 2

Chapter 352: Chapter 351: He Resembles a Crane, The Fan Is Not for Sale - 2

This damn show, he really didn’t want to stay a minute longer!

And that guy who chose the gilded silk paper fan was gleefully stepping off the stage. Just as he sat down, he heard his companion next to him ask, "Everyone else wants calligraphy, so why did you choose something different?"

"If it were any other guest, I’d definitely choose a paper fan to ask for some calligraphy or something. Who knows, if the guest becomes famous one day, that calligraphy might become valuable. But for the one I guessed, forget it. If I ask for it and take it home, it’ll probably just gather dust. This gilded silk paper fan is better!"

Companion: "Makes sense!"

"Hehe, I wouldn’t make a losing deal."

After arranging for the audience to find their corresponding guests, the host looked over to Shen Yunqing and Zhang Nachuan, "The program team can’t discriminate. Both of our judges also have the privilege to receive a small gift. The question is, will they choose the gilded silk paper fan or the paper fan with our guest’s calligraphy?"

Though she asked, she subconsciously reached for the gilded silk paper fan, which had only been given out once so far.

In her opinion, the esteemed Mr. Zhang, being a leading figure in the literary and art circles, surely wouldn’t be interested in the works of a young junior.

Although Mr. Shen wasn’t famous in the art circles, given his line of work, he’s probably handled more famous artworks, even historical ones, than she’s ever seen in a museum. He likely wouldn’t care about the guest calligraphy either.

Since they’re unlikely to care, the probability of choosing the gilded silk paper fan is higher.

Zhang Nachuan and Shen Yunqing exchanged a glance, and almost in unison, they stated their choice: "Blank paper fan."

The gilded silk paper fan, which the host had just picked up, fell back with a thud.

"Ah, okay, alright!"

Saying this, she hurriedly picked up two blank paper fans and handed them to the two.

Jiang Lingxi watched as Shen Yunqing walked over to her, taking the blank fan, "What do you want me to draw?"

Shen Yunqing was about to speak but paused for a moment, covering the mic clipped to his collar with his hand before replying, "Whatever you like."

Jiang Lingxi raised an eyebrow, lowering her voice, "I’m just going to draw something random then."

"Mm."

So the audience below could only see the two of them exchange brief words before Jiang Lingxi spread open the fan surface and prepared to start painting.

"How can these two speak in whispers on stage, is there something we aren’t allowed to hear?"

"Anyone know how to read lips? I really want to know what they just said to each other, my curiosity is through the roof and if I don’t figure it out, I won’t be able to sleep tonight!"

"I just caught one line."

"Which line?"

"The last one, Mr. Shen probably just said ’Mm.’"

The few pairs of ears that were already perked up all around: "..."

They wanted to punch someone!

Really!

Compared to the relaxed and carefree air around Jiang Lingxi and Shen Yunqing, Su Yi looked at the elderly Mr. Zhang standing in front of her and felt like his gaze contained so much meaning.

In the end, she broke the silence first, "What would Mr. Zhang like me to paint on the fan surface?"

Zhang Nachuan pondered for a moment, "Draw a sunflower."

Su Yi: "..."

She couldn’t help but open her mouth in surprise.

She didn’t expect the elderly gentleman to ask her to draw a sunflower on a paper fan!

Aren’t plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, or chrysanthemums more elegant and more fitting for the fan surface?

But this sunflower, she could draw it too. It was, after all, the first painting her teacher taught her to do.

Without further questions, she picked up yellow and green paints.

This time, the audience in the seats below didn’t get the opportunity to see what the guests painted on the big screen. The program team respected the wish of the audience members on stage, as it’s understandable they might want to privately enjoy their gifts.

For those who couldn’t sit still, they could visit the next-door exhibit hall to admire other submitted artworks.

Qian Yiheng remained in her seat, not leaving, not forgetting her initial goal for coming.

Looking at Jiang Lingxi concentrating on drawing on stage, and then at Shen Yunqing standing to the side, she couldn’t help but rub her fingers together.

She wondered what the chance was of persuading Mr. Shen to part with the finished fan by Miss Jiang later?

Unbeknownst to her intentions, Shen Yunqing was watching the animal gradually forming on the blank fan surface.

It was a crane standing in shallow water, ready to soar into the blue sky.

Indeed, it seemed pretty spontaneous.

After finishing the crane she most wanted to gift to someone, Jiang Lingxi prepared to put down her brush. She looked at the large blank space on the left of the fan face, pondered briefly, dipped her brush in ink, and wrote, "Red crests sustain the sun; frost feathers are untainted by mud."

If she were to use an animal to describe Shen Yunqing, the first she’d think of would be this crane!

Shen Yunqing watched her write out the verse, and it seemed she was genuinely quite pleased.

After all, this person rarely inscribed words on her paintings, finding it troublesome.

As she laid down the final stroke, Jiang Lingxi didn’t even lift her head to ask, "How is it?"

"I like it very much."

Hearing this reply, Jiang Lingxi couldn’t help but tilt her head to glance at him, meeting a pair of eyes that were cool but now also burning with a bit of warmth. Her hand that was about to lay down the brush trembled slightly.

With a slight cough: "As long as you like it."

Multiple cameras recording the show switched off following Chen Weiwen’s direction after the guests, having received their calligraphy, took photos with the guests and left the stage contentedly.

Qian Yiheng seized the opportunity to go off stage, pushed aside the excitedly approaching Qian Yaya, and looked up at Shen Yunqing...or rather, the fan in his hand. Taking a deep breath first, she gathered her courage to speak, "Mr. Shen."

Shen Yunqing was about to head backstage but paused, turning to see who called him, a slight look of puzzlement on his face, "You are...?"

Qian Yiheng: "..."

It’s okay, it’s alright. They hadn’t actually met many times, let alone the fact that she’d been an audience member at his lectures back then.

It’s normal for Mr. Shen not to remember her.

Qian Yiheng consoled herself inwardly, "Mr. Shen, I’m Qian Yiheng, working at the Art College. I had the privilege of attending some of your lectures and even asked you some questions. Do you remember?"

Shen Yunqing appeared to seriously ponder for a second: "Oh, so it’s Teacher Qian. Is there something you need?"

Through the gaze coming from the other side, Qian Yiheng was completely sure Mr. Shen didn’t recognize her at all.

If she looked a bit younger, he might have even called her Student Qian!

Having failed to build a rapport, Qian Yiheng simply pointed at the fan in Shen Yunqing’s hand straightforwardly, "Um, I have an unusual request. May I ask if the fan in your hand is for sale?"

Facing her eager gaze, the polite smile on Shen Yunqing’s face vanished bit by bit, and he discreetly placed the hand holding the fan behind his back, replying directly: "Not for sale!"