Chapter 361: Chapter 361: Collaborative Creation (Third Update)
Lin Fei was in a bad mood, completely sinking into a depressed state.
He initially thought that after being separated from his sister for a few months, the reunion would lead to endless conversations.
But the result…
He sighed softly at the thought of this.
Just then, a familiar scent of jasmine wafted in.
It unconsciously lifted his spirits.
He rembered his sister, who loved jasmine the most, and that there was a patch of jasmine trees planted on Kunlun Mountain.
“What is a grown man sighing for?” At this mont, his sister’s clear yet soft and pleasant voice echoed.
Lin Fei suddenly raised his head, seeing that his sister Qian Songyixue was now standing right in front of him.
“Sister…” Lin Fei stared in disbelief at his sister.
Qian Songyixue offered no explanation, instead extending her hand to grab his and pulling him forward.
Director Yue Yunling, Elder Kong, and other veteran painters also displayed disbelief: Could Lin Fei be the other person Qian Songyixue referred to as Kunlun Feixue?
Those around them were surprised, watching Qian Songyixue pulling Lin Fei into the center of the hall; they recognized this Lin Fei as the one who had just called Qian Songyixue his sister, and Chen Gongnan had even mocked him earlier.
So everyone rembered distinctly.
Smack!
Chen Gongnan saw Qian Songyixue walking up to Lin Fei, pulling him to the center of the hall, and imdiately realized Lin Fei was the other person Qian Songyixue referred to as Kunlun Feixue.
Panic-stricken and confused, the large wolf brush he held slipped from his hand and fell into a basin of ink.
The brush’s tip landed in the ink, but its handle, over a ter long and as thick as a child’s arm, headed toward other pignt containers.
Chen Gongnan was alard; the handle of the wolf brush would be disastrous if it knocked over the containers holding pignts.
Thus, Chen Gongnan hurriedly bent down to grab the wolf brush’s handle so as not to let it hit the pignt containers.
However, unexpectedly, at this mont, Chen Gongnan accidentally slipped, causing a disaster.
A flurry of chaotic sounds ensued, with Chen Gongnan falling onto several pignt containers, overturning them, saring colorful paints on himself, turning him into a demon fiend, his clothes bright and vivid, as though he were performing an opera.
The room was stunned!
Then, for so reason, everyone felt an unexplained amusent, with smiles beginning to erge from eyes and mouths, though they tried hard to suppress it.
Chen Gongnan climbed out from a heap of pignt, noticing everyone looking at him with astonished expressions, struggling to hold back laughter.
Looking toward Qian Songyixue, he found her still holding Lin Fei’s hand, but her face devoid of any expression as she gazed at him.
Then she leaned toward Lin Fei and softly said, “Lin Fei, wasn’t he mocking you earlier? Unexpectedly, he’s now beco the joke himself so quickly.”
Lin Fei imdiately understood why his sister had given Chen Gongnan sunglasses and made him hold the brush dipped in ink—obviously, it was to make him a joke.
It seed that his sister was indeed his good sister.
Chen Gongnan heard this, feeling both humiliated and angry, realizing then that Qian Songyixue’s earlier neglect of Lin Fei was deliberate, and giving him sunglasses and making him hold the brush dipped in ink was rely to make him a joke.
Since holding the brush was for Qian Songyixue and Lin Fei, dipping it in ink was also for them.
Wasn’t this purely to make him a joke?
“Quick, quick, quick, clean up the pignts on the floor, and take Deputy Director Chen to wash up,” Director Yue Yunling, annoyed by Chen Gongnan’s overturned pignts, imdiately instructed staff to clean up.
A few staff mbers quickly cleaned up the pignts, while Chen Gongnan, now brightly-colored all over, was guided away by a staff mber.
And the entire audience, with their faces red as monkey bottoms while restraining laughter, finally erupted, filling the hall: “Haha…”
Having just walked into the restroom, Chen Gongnan heard the laughter outside, grinding his teeth in anger, seeing his red and green self in the mirror like a monster, he determinedly vowed: Lin Fei, Qian Songyixue, today’s humiliation will surely be avenged in double.
The first-floor hall, where the spilled pignts stained the floor, was already cleaned up, luckily the pignts were slightly distant from the blank paper for drawing, so it was unhard.
Staff replaced the pignts with fresh ones.
At this mont, everyone’s gaze returned to Qian Songyixue and Lin Fei.
Qian Songyixue picked up the microphone and said, “Just now, due to soone’s accident, my speech was interrupted.
Now I’ll continue; yes, just as you see, the other person of Kunlun Feixue is the person beside , his na is Lin Fei, and he’s my junior disciple.
Over the years, my imnsely popular paintings in Huaxia were half painted by Lin Fei, and then I’d complete the other half, forming a collaborative work, which is why my artistic na ‘Kunlun Feixue’ was chosen.
It selects my Qian Songyixue snow and Lin Fei’s fly, combined into one.
Today, Lin Fei and I, Kunlun Feixue, will collaborate once more to create a painting for everyone!
The audience, both upstairs and downstairs, imdiately erupted in thunderous applause.
After hearing Qian Songyixue’s words, Lin Fei finally understood why he had seen pictures of Kunlun Feixue’s paintings on the computer last night that looked very similar to his own work.
Turns out he painted half, and his sister completed the other half, unveiling under the na Kunlun Feixue, derived from both their nas.
The thought of his sister incorporating her na with his brought warmth to Lin Fei’s heart.
“Thank you, sister,” Lin Fei said happily.
“No more nonsense now, since Chen Gongnan isn’t here, you’ll have to do the brush dipping yourself, just like we did on Kunlun Mountain; you paint the first half, I’ll paint the second half,” Qian Songyixue said.
Lin Fei nodded.
Then Lin Fei walked over to the large wolf brush placed in the bucket, grasping the handle with one hand, gently shaking it in the bucket before placing it swiftly in the basin full of ink.
The wolf brush precisely dipped three portions of ink.
Then Lin Fei took off his shoes, in his white socks, leaped up, holding the wolf brush, landing in the center of the hall on the vast white xuan paper, two ters wide and six ters long, and started to wield the brush, splashing ink.
In Lin Fei’s hand, the heavy wolf brush appeared as light as a feather, freely splashing and painting hooks, scrubbing, shading, and dotting on the white paper.
Lin Fei’s silhouette glided smoothly, like a swallow, entering and exiting the white paper several tis, dipping ink freely.
His brushwork seed like wild swords and chaotic blades, or a sudden tempest, with montum like a rainbow, moving at will.
Everyone observed with srized admiration; this was truly a feast for both the eyes and the art world.
An hour later, Lin Fei leaped up from the white paper, landing before the basin, which had been filled multiple tis with ink but was now dry from Lin Fei’s brush strokes.
After an hour of vigorous black brushwork by Lin Fei, a magnificent landscape had erged on the white paper.
At this mont, a white silk ribbon like a stream of snow rolled out from Qian Songyixue’s hand, swiftly entangling the small wolf brush.
Qian Songyixue lightly flicked her jade hand, sending the small wolf brush into the paint and then toward the landscape on the white paper.
Wherever the small wolf brush went, rivers, trees, bridges, hos, mist, rain, and snow appeared, breathing life into the landscape.
If Lin Fei’s painting of the grand landscape was its bones, then Qian Songyixue’s addition of scenery and color were its flesh and spirit.
One hour later, with Qian Songyixue’s silk ribbon manipulating the small wolf brush to write “Kunlun Flying Snow Painting” in five characters.
An imnsely majestic, endlessly profound, and breathtakingly beautiful Kunlun Flying Snow Painting appeared before everyone’s eyes.
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