Chapter 52:

The host praised Wei Jing symbolically. Even though the other party had few words, the camera did not sway here. The main reason was that the child was so good.
These days, who is not a Yan control?
After that, the host interviewed the third and fourth place, and then interviewed two children immediately. After obtaining enough material, he returned to the stage contentedly. It was almost nine o'clock at this time, and with a pleasant ding-dong, the game... officially began.
Due to the particularity of oil painting, this competition will last one day.
From nine o'clock in the morning to 11:30 noon, rest for two hours in the middle, and continue to paint at 1:30 in the afternoon until the end of 4:30 in the afternoon.
If it is a painting carefully drawn by a master, this time is definitely not enough. But for a group of children, there is enough surplus.
Wei Jing thought about it and picked up his paintbrush. The juvenile’s knuckles are slender, the finger bones are slender, and the fingernails are soft and tender pink with healthy small crescents. The skin exposed from the cuffs is delicate and smooth, and the pale blood vessels are quietly hovering under the flesh. The hands alone don't know how many people will be surprised.
A serious young man with a soft smile at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. His ink-colored eyes are like a stream of spring water, his nose is very small, and his pale pink lips are slightly raised. They will be young next year, but they can already see the future. Yunrong Moon appearance.
Right now the children's painting has just been composed, and the master in charge of the cameraman can't help but point the lens at the young boy.
After Wei Jing found out, he smiled a little embarrassedly. His smile was shy and shy, like a harmless little animal, which made people want to hold him in his arms and go smoothly.
As time passed, Wei Jing concentrated on painting the painting in his hand.
Beautiful little garden, verdant grass, delicate white roses blooming quietly on the branches, a little honey stopped on a small flower bud, thin wings trembling slightly... In the corner of the painting, there is A tall evergreen tree shows half of its branch...
This is the future-the old house of the Wei family.
When resting at noon, there will be a dedicated person guarding these paintings. Wei Jing called Wei Zhe and learned that he had returned to City B. He was a little disappointed immediately, but he still cheered up to let the eldest brother not worry. , He will go back tomorrow.
The two talked for a while, and Wei Jing reluctantly hung up the phone.
The slight pain spread to the bottom of his heart, he sighed, the eldest brother is not easy, only eighteen years old, but he has to do so many things, busy people can not turn around.
Seeing this, Xia Susu couldn't help rolling his eyes, and muttered: "Your brother is too slimy. I don't know if it is your little girlfriend?"
Wei Jing looked down at his current height, then looked at the fingers that were soft and obviously still the young boy, and asked, "Who do you think is willing to fall in love with me?"
Xia Susu: "..." Oh! Nothing wrong!
At this time, the corrupt culture has not spread. Most people have only vaguely heard about homosexuality. The corrupt women are secretly cute, but they dare not say it, for fear that it will provoke other people's weird eyes.
Yuecheng's "I do" was stuck in his throat. Wei Jing was more cute than a girl, but it was a man. He thought with some regret.
After lunch, a few people returned to the hotel for a lunch break and continued to paint in the afternoon.
After a morning exercise, Wei Jing can now ignore the camera. The slender and white fingers slowly outline a beautiful scene, first lighter, then darker...the sense of hierarchy becomes clearer.
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The light above the head was still dazzling, and the teenagers turned their paintings over and aimed them on the stage.
The five judges looked at the past one by one, whispered from time to time, and talked about their feelings with the people around them. Due to the limited time, the teachers were very fast at scoring. The highest score and the lowest score were removed, and the other three were taken. The average of the scores is the score of the children's paintings.
The camera followed in the footsteps of the judges, and the host interspersed a few sentences from time to time, creating a peaceful atmosphere.
Before the other party came, Wei Jing glanced at the little girl next door. The girl’s paintings and his paintings seemed to be similar to each other. He painted the garden in the daytime, which the little girl painted. It is the garden at night.
The fiery red rose is like a beauty in fairy skin, in full bloom, clearly just a painting, but he seems to be able to smell a faint fragrance.
I lost.
Wei Jing clearly realized this.
However, this is not a big deal. He smiled, and his tender pink nails ran across the edge of the drawing board. In the last painting, he surpassed himself and fell into a sudden inspiration to paint the vigorous and warm feelings in the painting.
And this time the painting is based on the subject he had long thought of, and he painted it step by step according to the process.
Maybe there is still emotion, but that emotion is too weak.
The final result was barely what Wei Jing intended. He managed to enter the third place. To his surprise, the first place was not the little girl next door, but another teenager. The man was wearing a small navy blue coat, and he looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. His face had been stretched and his eyes were clean, but he was a handsome boy.
Wei Jing didn't insist on ranking. He glanced at the man curiously at the time. After being caught by the other party, he avoided his sight in embarrassment.
It was getting late at the time, and after the TV station came to do a brief interview, they let a group of people leave.
In the warm sun to the west, half of his cheek was left, and fiery red clouds floated in the sky, magnificent and picturesque. Wei Jing walked behind to comfort Xia Susu, who ranked the lowest this time, and the next to him successfully entered the top ten.
The things Xia Susu taught her at home were very mixed, which resulted in her being a little good at everything, but she was not proficient.
"Wei Jing." Suddenly, there was a shout behind him.
Wei Jing turned his head subconsciously and saw the first place in this competition. The delicate young man rushed towards them. The other party's words were sharp, "Did you paint the previous painting? It’s totally different from your painting today."
"Huh?" Wei Jing blinked with a dazed expression on his face.
The young man squeezed his fingers and stared at Wei Jing without blinking, "If I offended you before, I apologize."
"It's nothing." Wei Jing was also helpless when people doubted whether the previous painting was sought-after. He touched his nose, and felt a little disliked with the powerful young man in front of him. "That painting is indeed my painting. Yes, it’s probably because my brother and I are painting, so the emotions are different!"
The young man was stunned, and then he merged the person in front of him with the young boy in the painting.
"You really don't look like..." the boy said, "It feels like you are more attractive than you in the painting."
Wei Jing: "..."
Boy, are you here to find the difference? (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
The author has something to say: Juvenile: ...I feel you are more attractive than the one in the painting (/ω＼)
Wei Zhe: What a coincidence, I think so too (/ω＼)
Wei Jing: ...you are blind, I won't carry this pot back ￣へ￣