Romance Variety Show: Director, there's something wrong with my script!

Chapter 14 Chen Yuan's Enthusiasm

Zhang Jianjian lifted her skirt and came to Chen Yuan's side. When her eyes fell on the portrait on the drawing paper, she couldn't help but be stunned.

"So beautiful, is this me?"

"I really am as beautiful as a painting!"

The woman in the painting has eyes like waves, graceful and lively, her shawl is fluttering in the wind, and her hair is dancing wildly.

If it weren't for the blazing sun and the towering buildings in the distance, it would feel as if I were in an ancient bamboo forest.

Zhang Jianjian blinked, his eyes filled with surprise and confusion.

"With your painting skills, why don't you become a painter?" she asked, puzzled.

At the same time, millions of viewers in the live broadcast room witnessed firsthand how Chen Yuan painstakingly created this painting, stroke by stroke.

Chen Yuan lowered his head, picked up a few markers, and then thought for a moment before deciding to color the exterior scenes first and then the center scenes last.

The central scene refers to the core of the painting, Zhang Jianjian himself.

First comes the exterior scenery, then the center scenery, and finally the two are integrated into a whole.

"What future do painters have? They don't make much money," Chen Yuan finally answered Zhang Jianjian's question.

"Then you can't make any money now, can you?" Zhang Jianjian asked, puzzled.

"..."

"Alright, that's enough." Chen Yuan was speechless. Was this something he wanted to do or not? Painters need to hold solo exhibitions, and the money required is considerable.

But this is indeed a problem: how good is my painting?

Chen Yuan was also unaware of this.

As the coloring process progressed, the blank painting began to take on different colors.

Zhang Jianjian stood aside, watching intently. It was no less than a magic trick; he seemed to understand it, yet he also seemed to understand nothing at all.

The painting was completed when her eyes brightened.

"Alright, I don't know how much time we've spent, so we need to speed things up," Chen Yuan said, packing his things.

"Losing is no big deal; the process is what matters most," Zhang Jianjian said.

"You're wrong. The process is important, but victory is more important!" Chen Yuan corrected her seriously, because the first place winner gets a prize of 50,000 yuan.

Of course, this 50,000 yuan belonged to him, and Zhang Jianjian didn't get any.

Zhang Jianjian was startled by his sudden remark and nodded blankly, "Oh, I see. Then we need to hurry."

Chen Yuan rolled up the painting and put it into the bamboo tube he had brought. Then the two set off for the next viewpoint.

There are two sketching spots in the bamboo garden. The second sketching spot is on the pavilion on the opposite bank of the lake.

The pavilion built of bamboo is full of spiritual energy, and the second sketching spot is on the third floor of the pavilion.

Here, Zhang Jianjian can change his clothes a second time. He put on a pure white ancient costume.

Compared to the first set, this set is more ethereal, with a kind of otherworldly beauty. This time, Chen Yuan chose to paint a back view, letting Zhang Jianjian gaze into the distance.

A breeze blew across the lake, causing the pure white skirt to billow behind her.

This time, Chen Yuan sped up the process, avoiding painting the front view, which reduced the amount of detail and allowed him to complete the painting in almost half the time compared to the previous one.

This move stunned the viewers in the live stream.

"This guy's name is Chen Yuan, right? Are you sure you didn't misspell his title?"

"Is he an artist or a composer? The production team should give me a proper talking-to."

"He's so handsome and can draw so well, it's irresistible! His shirt can't hide his physique, I'm in love!"

"Wouldn't you call that professional level?"

"It's like someone who's had formal training; both the composition and the line work are very detailed."

"....."

At this moment, the audience, who were unfamiliar with Chen Yuan, all thought he should be a painter, and the idea of ​​him being a music composer seemed unreal.

Many people have searched on various music platforms and found no creator named Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan had already taken care of the color scheme, but as for how to showcase the pure white, under Zhang Jianjian's questioning gaze, Chen Yuan gave her a vivid lesson.

Against the backdrop of shadows, the fluttering skirt took shape, dazzling like flowing clouds.

"hiss!"

"You're amazing!" Zhang Jianjian exclaimed in amazement as he recovered from his shock.

"So-so," Chen Yuan said modestly. This time he was truly modest. There are quite a few people who know about painting. As the saying goes, there is no first place in literature, but there is a second place in martial arts.

Therefore, no one dares to say how amazing their drawings are.

Chen Yuan put the scroll away, and the two strolled around the pavilion before leaving.

The tools have been returned to the staff in the attic, while the two paintings were taken away by the two of them.

Zhang Jianjian was in a great mood at the moment, and she reserved both paintings.

Walking through the bamboo forest, with the falling leaves rustling in the air, Zhang Jianjian, now dressed in casual clothes, looked quiet and sweet. She wore a light long-sleeved shirt with straight-leg jeans, and her hair was styled in a low ponytail.

As she was about to leave the bamboo grove, she stopped, turned back to look at Chen Yuan, and asked, "Will you still paint the painting you promised me last night?"

"I think so. I'll borrow the tools when I have time." Chen Yuan nodded slightly.

"Mmm." Zhang Jianjian smiled and led the way with cheerful steps.

Once outside the bamboo grove, the sun overhead was already blazing hot. This was another street in the resort, now deserted except for one coffee shop that was still open.

So the two of them went to the coffee shop for a short while.

"It's 11:30. Shall we go back for dinner?" Chen Yuan asked.

He remembered that Lu Zeyan and Su Qingyuan were in charge of breakfast and lunch today.

"No need, I've already asked. We can eat at home, but we can't eat outside either, so we need to speed things up," Zhang Jianjian said.

"What's the next challenge?" Chen Yuan asked.

"DIY, but not just simple DIY, it's clay DIY," Zhang Jianjian said, flipping through a map book to find the location of the clay shop.

"Let's go then." Chen Yuan finished his coffee in one gulp, already quite impatient. Today's 'loser' mission had a reward of 50,000 yuan.

The prerequisite is being number one.

This was very difficult, and drawing in the first stage took up a lot of time.

"Alright! Let's go, I'm all fired up too." Seeing Chen Yuan's enthusiasm, Zhang Jianjian immediately responded and led the way to the clay shop in the second level.

"By the way, who did you send the postcard to last night?" Zhang Jianjian slowed down and walked alongside Chen Yuan, asking curiously.

When Chen Yuan was asked this question, he remembered the postcard from last night. He had heard their footsteps passing by before he went to sleep.

Besides him, the other three female guests on the fourth floor of the villa were Zhang Jianjian, Lin Wanxing, and Meng Shuran.

To his left and right were the rooms of Lin Wanxinghe and Zhang Jianjian, while Meng Shuran was further away, at the end of the corridor.

"I voted for Xu Zhiyi," Chen Yuan replied.

"Oh." Zhang Jianjian nodded slightly, then looked puzzled.

"Is there a problem?" Chen Yuan asked, puzzled by her expression.

"No problem, you like Xu Zhiyi?" Zhang Jianjian whispered.

"I refuse to answer that question." Chen Yuan dismissed her curiosity with a blank expression. Before long, the two arrived at the clay shop.