The opening singing rewards the 100 billion group

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Zhang Yuan's high pitch shocked everyone present.

His singing is so heartbreaking, this is a cry from the heart.

From his singing, everyone heard an extremely firm confidence in life.

Zhang Yuan's heart was always worried about Xiang Zhen.

If she can wake up, she should really listen to this song.

Snapped!

There was enthusiastic applause in the recording studio, and everyone admired Zhang Yuan's singing skills too much.

It turns out that his high pitch is so shocking to the soul.

"Hey, it's been a long time since I heard such a touching high pitch," Ke Fan sighed.

Fang Yuan said: "It really opened my eyes. I didn't expect Mr. Zhang's high pitch to be so shocking. Not only did he sing well, but he was also full of emotions. We heard tears in our eyes."

In fact, Zhang Yuan himself also sang tears in his eyes, bringing his emotions into him, and he was completely integrated with the artistic conception in the song.

"Oh, I hope she can be safe," Zhang Yuan could only pray over and over again in his heart.

Although he was uneasy, he was still very strict with the requirements of music. Then, he insisted on singing several times before finally recording the song.

"Ding"

"Congratulations to the host, complete the task."

"Reward: top painting ability."

Zhang Yuan's hands immediately felt a kind of magic.

"Is the painting energy possessed?"

Zhang Yuan looked at his hands seriously, not too white, but slender.

It is very suitable for playing the piano and also for holding paintbrushes.

At the same time, Zhang Yuan felt that his ability to observe things had improved.

For example, to paint a building, you must first observe its structure, overall shape, and lines.

And the surrounding environment, etc.

Learn to observe, analyze, and think first, and then write down.

Painting is not so easy.

Just like some universities, architecture is classified as a major in fine arts.

Science and art have similarities.

Zhang Yuan rushed to the hospital to see Xiang Zhen.

She has not yet woken up.

Zhang Yuan could not enter the ward, but could only look out the door.

"Mr. Zhang, what you want,"

Tang Rou brought paper and pen.

Zhang Yuan nodded, sat on the chair outside the ward, and began to paint.

The pen is a pencil, and the paper is ordinary white paper.

"It's okay when I'm idle, it's better to draw a few pictures and try it out.

Zhang Yuan also wanted to divert his attention and not let his emotions be too low.

Painting can improve this mood.

Zhang Yuan began to write.

The pencil swiftly painted on the paper, making a "rustling" noise.

Zhang Yuan himself was also surprised. He hadn't practiced painting before, but at this moment, he is as if he has been practicing hard for decades.

Everything is at your fingertips.

"There is already a three-point image,"

With a few simple strokes, Zhang Yuan has already drawn Xiangzhen's three-pointer appearance.

He uses sketching techniques.

Sketch is a kind of painting that is described purely with lines without adding colors.

Through simple lines and colors, the outline and volume, structure, space, light and so on of the object are depicted.

No need for complicated painting tools, just a pen and a piece of paper.

Sure enough, Zhang Yuan's attention slowly focused on painting.

Within ten minutes, he had already painted a picture.

"It's like eighth,"

Zhang Yuan was dissatisfied, and felt that he did not draw Xiangzhen.Shuxzy.com www.shuxzy.com

So continue to paint.

The pencil fell quickly, and the sound of "rustling" was endless.

He has already drawn more than a dozen pictures in a moment.

All look like Xiangzhen.

The way she was cooking, thinking, and closing her eyes.

Even if Lin Feifei came, she didn't dare to disturb Zhang Yuan.

Seeing "Xiang Zhen" all over the floor, she felt an unspeakable sadness in her heart.

But on the surface, she still pretended not to care.

at night.

At the time of the live broadcast, Zhang Yuan still broadcasted on time.

Despite the popularity and various rewards flying up, Zhang Yuan didn't want to watch them.

Even if he has ten million fans, he can't be interested.

He insisted on completing today's live broadcast just out of professional attitude.

Director Liu specifically called and asked Zhang Yuan if there was any problem, and felt that today's situation was not right.

"It's true, but I will try my best to adjust it," Zhang Yuan said.

He can only do his best.

For Director Liu, he didn't tell the truth completely.

After two days and nights of rescue, Xiang Zhen finally woke up.

She has a weak breath and her eyes are empty and confused.

Zhang Yuan feels relieved, but he is not in a hurry to go in for a visit. The doctor has ordered that what she needs now is calmness and she can't get emotional.

It doesn't matter, see you later, it will do.

It's better than never seeing each other.

"Congratulations, she finally woke up," Lin Feifei came to visit.

She obviously felt Zhang Yuan's mood improved.

"Thank you, you have been very busy lately. Are you tired? Would you like me to invite you to dinner," Zhang Yuan said.

Lin Feifei said playfully: "Okay, I not only want to eat, but also to play,"

Zhang Yuan was in a good mood and nodded in agreement: "Okay, where to go, you mention it, I agree to all, just so I will relax."

Lin Feifei said: "Let's go to the art gallery, it just happens that there is an exhibition recently,"

Zhang Yuan did not hesitate, and immediately nodded in agreement.

Zhang Yuan asked Tang Rou to buy a domestic BYD car for himself, and it was only 100,000 yuan if it was full. This car was much more low-key.

Wearing masks, the two came to the art gallery.

The Shanghai Art Museum is built in the urban area. Although it is not a prime location like Jiang Chen Yipin, it is also convenient for transportation.

The overall appearance of the gallery is very artistic.

It seems that it is also from the hands of the master.

"Unexpectedly, you still like to see art exhibitions." Zhang Yuan said.

Lin Feifei said, "Don't you think I only play games,"

Of course Zhang Yuan didn't mean that, but Lin Feifei didn't seem to like art.

She has a relatively cheerful personality, so Xiang Zhen is introverted.

"I don't know this painter." Walking into the art gallery, there are masterpieces by this unknown painter everywhere.

However, Zhang Yuan never paid attention to this aspect, so he knew nothing about this painter.

Lin Feifei had heard of it, and slowly introduced Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan now has top painting skills, and naturally has a high appreciation ability.

These paintings are of uneven level, some are of high quality and some are of low quality.

"Why are you shaking your head," Lin Feifei asked.

Zhang Yuan said: "The brush strength needs to be strengthened. The use of colors is too complicated. In general, it needs to be improved."

Lin Feifei was a little confused: "Why didn't I see it,"

Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "Of course you didn't see it. If you see it, you will become a master."

Lin Feifei angrily said, "You mean, you are a master?"

Zhang Yuan smiled and stopped arguing.

"This gentleman, in a crazy tone,"

Suddenly, a woman's voice came from behind.

She saw her long hair shawl, white skirt swaying, and an not beautiful face full of anger.