Live broadcast: I set off a craze for national style

Chapter 73 Reunion, Discussion

Have a question ask me?

Putting down "Fish Playing Picture" with some doubts, Su Cheng yelled as he walked.

"Come on, wait a minute."

When I opened the door, I saw that the four college students gathered at the door yesterday.

The micro-drone adjusted the camera and filmed the four people in the live broadcast room, and the netizens immediately asked curiously.

"Who are these four people? They don't look like people from the village. Are they tourists?"

"Could it be Brother Su's fan, right? I forgot, this is an offline fan meeting?"

During the gap between the audience's barrage, Su Cheng also listened to the four people's introductions.

The fat boy is Fang Ming, the other tall and thin is Zhou Xing, and the two girls are Chen Yuanyuan and Song Xue.

"Come in and talk about something." Su Cheng invited with a smile, "Why aren't you with the teacher?"

A few people just said that there are teachers leading the team, a total of seven or eight students, it is considered a small group activity.

"The teacher brought the brothers and sisters up the mountain, and the content they want to draw is different from ours." Fang Ming answered.

Su Cheng nodded, and didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he changed the topic and said half-jokingly: "If you have any questions, don't ask the teacher. Please tell me what's going on."

The drone hovered in mid-air, and the audience watched this scene with interest.

They also understood that the four of them were students of the Academy of Art, they came to Wudang Mountain to sketch, and they happened to be Su Cheng's fans.

Coincidentally, it's not.

"Brother Su, we just watched you draw ink fish live." The chubby Fang Ming rubbed his hands, winked and said with a wink, "Then what, teach us."

When Su Cheng heard this, he looked a little stunned and glanced at the four of them, "No, your teacher doesn't teach ink painting?"

Freehand painting of fish is for beginners to practice their hands, and these four don't look like beginners anyway.

"We all started learning Chinese painting when we were half-way monks." Fang Ming scratched his head, as if a little embarrassed, "We learned oil painting before, which was a bit difficult, but we changed to Chinese painting, who knew that Chinese painting was even more difficult. "

As soon as he finished speaking, the other three were also crying.

The expressions of several people not only stunned Su Cheng, but also the netizens in the live broadcast room were completely silent, and it took a long time to react.

"Damn it, haha, you're fucking laughing at me, is this cheating yourself?"

"Oh, let's put on the incense sticks before we go. When I first heard about choosing Chinese painting, I thought it was easy. I just had a look at it. There are six traditional techniques for landscape painting alone, as well as rock chamfering techniques and the like. "

"I've cheated myself and promoted Chinese painting. Is there a problem? No problem."

There was joy in the studio.

Su Cheng also couldn't help laughing, and wanted to say a few words, but seeing the pitiful appearance of the four people, the words on his lips changed to, "Okay."

After that, he remembered that Old Tang and the others were probably coming soon, so he said again: "Maybe not today, I have friends coming, please wait, I'll give you some manuscripts, and you can take a look at them when you go back."

"Ink cuttlefish are used by beginners to practice their hands. They are drawn by old people and children for fun. It is very simple."

Su Cheng quickly selected some basic sketches from the studio, thought about it, and put the newly painted "Fish Playing Picture" in it and gave it to several people.

After seeing the four people off, Su Cheng chatted with netizens for a while, and before she knew it, it was twelve o'clock.

"Everyone, the anchor is down first. The broadcast may not start this afternoon. Old Tang and Fatty Wang came to discuss something with me. We don't know what it is."

After a few simple explanations, the netizens didn't ask any further questions, they just scolded Old Tang and Fatty Wang.

After the live broadcast was turned off, Su Cheng started to make lunch. Not long after eating, Tang Haidong and the two came.

now.

In the small courtyard of Qingfengguan, the three of them sat around a small table under the shade of a tree, chatting casually.

Occasionally, the wind blows and the leaves above my head rustle.

"It's really hooked up with foreigners." Fatty Wang looked surprised.

Just now, Su Cheng had told the two of them what Hua Xuewei said on the phone.

"It shouldn't affect you, right?" Tang Haidong opened a can of iced Coke, took a sip, and said, "It's a good thing for your Qingfeng courtyard."

"His Gufeng Xiaozhu was about to die." Su Cheng shook his head, "The key is that he goes out now. I'm afraid he will be the first to define what the national style of clothing looks like in the eyes of foreigners."

"That's the stereotype in the eyes of foreigners."

"At that time, it will be difficult for me to go out with the national style."

This is what he is most afraid of now.

Gu Yun can do nothing for money, let alone feelings.

If the price of the foreigner is higher, maybe he really dares to smear the national style clothing, even if he does not smear, he will change it indiscriminately under the Western aesthetic.

Coupled with the support of capital, by then, the national style will really not be the national style.

What's even more frightening is that foreigners will think that it is Chinese style.

Obviously, Tang Haidong and Fatty Wang also thought of this.

"Do you have a way to deal with it?" Old Tang asked, frowning.

"I have a way to fart." Su Cheng shook his head again, reached out to pick up a piece of watermelon from the table, and took a bite, "This thing is fucked in the first place."

"Let Qingfeng Xiaoyuan go out now, it's too small to make any waves at all."

"In my opinion, at least half of the young people in our country like the national style, and this is the best time to go out of the Qingfeng courtyard."

Young people are the most dynamic group and also the group that can best embody fashion trends.

If you capture young people, then in this world with declining traditions, the national style will at least survive for a small part.

As he said that, he took another bite of the watermelon, "Actually, if you don't come today, I will let you come in two days."

"Many people are powerful, and thinking together is better than me alone like a headless chicken."

Hearing the words, Tang Haidong raised his head and looked at Fatty Wang, then suddenly moved closer to Su Cheng, and said, "Well, I have a way."

Ok?
Su Cheng suddenly raised her head from the watermelon rind, "What can I do?"

"It's costly." Fatty Wang also picked up a can of iced Coke and drank a couple of sips, "Maybe I need Xuewei's help."

"You two, don't be a fool." Su Cheng scolded with a smile: "Hurry up and talk."

Don't look at what he said yesterday was very relaxed, but in fact he has been suppressing in his heart.

I wish I could commit suicide in front of Gu Yun, point at his nose and call him a bastard.

"This involves the strengths of me and Lao Wang." Tang Haidong put down the Coke and said relaxedly, "Huahuo Entertainment has a huge overseas channel, you can discuss with Xuewei to release more ancient movies, ancient songs with MV, directly Preemptively define national style clothing."

"But this matter is also fucked up, is it that foreigners don't care about us?"

Don't come back with a bad feather at that time, Huahuo Entertainment will not be able to explain.

After listening to Tang Haidong's words, Su Cheng rolled her eyes, "You two came to me today to discuss this?"

"I don't think it's very reliable. Gufeng is not doing well in China at present, and it's probably even worse abroad."

"And do you have any good ancient-style movie books or good ancient-style songs?"

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