While Cheng Yun and Ji Fengxi were waiting, he noticed that some people who came out to get red flowers would look at them.
It's full of weirdness.
Some people were talking a lot.
But soon, rapid footsteps sounded, attracting their attention.
I saw people with professional cameras rushing directly to the front.
"Hey, we are the media, can you please give in?"
"We are Jiangzhong Radio Station!"
"We are Jiangzhong News!"
"We are Jiangzhong youth!"
"Don't be crowded. The media is amazing. Line up behind you!"
“If you have some quality, get in line!”
A slightly angry voice sounded from the front, and several media personnel looked at the long queue and lowered their heads at the same time.
So long.
How long does this have to wait in line?
But there is no way.
If you can't squeeze in, just queue up...
Several people immediately turned back.
"Mr. Han, do you think the seat number 100 will be..."
Zhuang Bin looked at Han Zifu.
Han Zifu nodded and said: "It's possible!"
They came all the way but couldn't find Jiang Xiaobai's handwriting or works.
The number 100 seat may be.
but……
No matter how good your calligraphy is, there is no need to cause such a sensation, right?
What kind of works does that kid Jiang Xiaobai produce?
Suddenly the three of them felt itchy.
I can't wait to jump in line.
But as a member of the Lu Academy, if you jump in line, it will be the worst example.
Therefore, no matter how strong the idea is, they have to endure it.
Ji Fengxi's clear eyes were blinking at this moment.
She tried hard to hear what was written in her heart and see what was going on inside.
But there were too many voices, and there was a lot of chaos when it came to her place, so she suppressed this ability.
Just wait.
In seat number 100.
Yao Shan looked at the thousands of red flowers on the table and on the ground, and performed excitedly.
The red flowers are still stacking up like crazy.
Some were at the back and couldn't get up, but those who saw the nine paintings from a distance really jumped up and threw them inside.
Three flowers per person.
Ten people make thirty.
One hundred people is three hundred.
This amount is simply astonishing.
And the flashlights here kept flashing and never stopped from beginning to end.
Fortunately, those who watched took the initiative to leave, leaving opportunities for those behind.
At noon, the queue was still long.
Few people walked through the calligraphy aisle.
The painting area was even more depopulated.
Yes, the author of the painting area is also in the team.
Gonghua is naturally among them.
He was unwilling to do so.
He wanted to see what was wrong with them.
Hype?
Outside the venue gate.
The two people guarding the door were really shocked.
There was an endless stream of people.
It's already noon now, and people keep coming.
And the person who handed out the little red flowers smiled extremely bitterly.
They used to be able to take a break.
Now from the beginning to the end, my arms never stop.
"Hurry up and open a big bag, the red flowers are gone again!" One of the people with red flowers said in a hurry.
The other person nodded quickly, turned and left.
So busy.
This is the first time I'm so busy.
It really doesn't make sense for the superiors not to give me a longer salary today.
Geng Fei has been looking forward to it.
At this moment, he finally entered the 100th seat.
Looking at the nine scrolls hanging on the wall, I was completely stunned.
Is this Jiang Xiaobai’s work?
While waiting in line, he kept thinking about what kind of Jiang Xiaobai's work could cause such a sensation.
Now he understands.
I stared blankly at each copy and read every line of text on it.
The emotional rendering made the originally lifelike picture come alive completely.
It's like a real person has arrived.
No wonder, no wonder Jiang Xiaobai asked him if he could do calligraphy and painting together.
It turns out that Jiang Xiaobai had this intention at the time.
Absolutely amazing!
It's really amazing.
Is there such a genius in the world?
Geng Fei took a deep breath, turned around and left. He returned to his position and saw that there were still red flowers here.
He grabbed it, ran over to it, and threw it inside through the air.
He admires this work!
"Isn't that Mr. Geng's grandson? This kid actually threw red flowers into it?"
Zhuang Bin was a little surprised when he saw Geng Fei.
Meng Sen also looked surprised.
When Geng Fei returned after throwing away the red flowers, Han Zifu waved to Geng Fei.
Geng Fei was stunned for a moment, his face full of shock, and he quickly walked up.
"Mr. Han, Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Meng, are you there too?" Geng Fei said hello at this moment.
"What works are inside?" Han Zifu asked.
Geng Fei was stunned. Just when he was about to speak, he noticed Cheng Yun and Ji Fengxi behind him. After being stunned for a moment, a look of surprise emerged.
After rubbing his eyes, he opened his mouth, swallowed and said, "See for yourselves!"
After that, he left.
Several people were a little confused.
More curious.
What's going on inside?
An hour later.
Seeing that the seat number 100 was very close, Han Zifu couldn't help but beat his waist and said, "It's finally our turn!"
This is the first time I have stood for so long.
Zhuang Bin and Meng Sen were doing the same action.
At this time, they glanced behind them and saw that the queue was still like a long queue. Undoubtedly, they were even more looking forward to it.
Is it Jiang Xiaobai’s work?
What is the content of the work?
To cause such a sensation, the content must be unique.
So they are curious.
Geng Fei didn't say anything, but this undoubtedly made them feel itchy inside.
Finally, the team... moved forward a certain distance again.
They walked into the corridor of seat number 100.
At this moment, everyone watching and leaving had their faces filled with wonder and left talking.
At this moment, a person who had left suddenly noticed something, pointed at Cheng Yun and Ji Fengxi and stammered.
"The two of them..."
The man's opening attracted some attention, and when the people who came out also fell on Cheng Yun and Ji Fengxi, they were both stunned.
Cheng Yun and Ji Fengxi looked puzzled.
What's going on?
Fortunately, the team moved forward again at this moment, and under the soft light, nine paintings came into view.
When Han Zifu, Zhuang Bin and Meng Sen looked at each other, their eyes were stunned at the same time.
Cheng Yun and Ji Fengxi were also stunned.
Especially Cheng Yun, biting her red lips.
The first one is Su Jinyu, whom she knows.
In the second picture, she knew Lin Shiyun.
In the third picture, she saw herself.
Ji Fengxi looked at it in amazement.
Look from the first picture to the second picture.
The stories between the words are amazing. Although there are not many, the exquisite calligraphy is full of emotions that cannot be concealed.
Shifting her gaze, Ji Fengxi was stunned for a moment when she saw the third picture. Then she couldn't help but look at Cheng Yun and said, "Teacher, look at the third picture, it's exactly the same as yours!"
"That year, that day, looking out the window, it seems like a thousand years!"
"After the autumn dream with the fragrance of tea, I recognize the rhyme and chant it at night."
When Ji Fengxi spoke softly at this moment, Cheng Yun's eyes were filled with tears.
She thought of that day when she glanced at Jiang Xiaobai in front of the hotel window.
At that time, she was staring at Jiang Xiaobai angrily.
But it was also at that time that the two met each other...