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    "Here, that's my painting."

    Zhao Jiajia looked in the direction Mengmeng pointed, and was stunned again.

    That painting is hung in the first row. This position has always been used for displaying the best works. Even Zhao Jiajia didn¡¯t want to believe that a cute painting could be hung in the first row.

    She angrily walked over and looked at it. It turned out to be an oil painting. What were the paintings? It was too childish. Even a three-year-old child could paint better than her.

    Zhao Jiajia was very unconvinced. How could something like this get first place at the provincial level, while the noble and elegant ink painting she painted was placed at the back.

    ¡°A blind cat is lucky if he encounters a dead mouse.¡±

    Zhao Jiajia came back and said, "Just wait for me. I will beat you severely in the next game."

    Mengmeng was not angry at all. She looked at Zhao Jiajia with a smile, as if she was some kind of clown, and she was trying to eliminate her: "What's the use of talking about this? If you have the ability, you can show it on the field and see if it's you or me who wins."  Won."

    "Humph, we'll see!"

    Zhao Jiajia left and went to find her friends. They were from the same school and they all came to participate in this competition.

    The female classmate watched the whole process and advised Zhao Jiajia: "Is that Feng Yumeng you mentioned to me? It doesn't look good at all. Why did you talk to her for so long? You lost your status for nothing."

    Zhao Jiajia turned to Mengmeng's direction, rolled her eyes and said, "I just can't stand her. A bumpkin from the countryside dares to imitate others and pretend to be a big clove of garlic. Just wait. When she loses the game, I will laugh at her."  You can¡¯t go to her grandma¡¯s house.¡±

    Zhao Jiajia said this very seriously, but it doesn¡¯t matter who is laughing at whom.

    The officials attach great importance to this competition, and it is quite grand. Not only have they invited many famous names in the field of calligraphy and painting, but they have also invited CCTV hosts.

    "Did you see that camera? Is someone broadcasting it live?"

    Mrs. Feng spotted the camera in front of the stage with sharp eyes, and immediately looked around to see where the photographer had gone.

    Old man Feng guessed: "It probably wasn't a live broadcast. I haven't heard anyone say it before, but it could also be recorded and broadcast on TV in the future."

    "Stop talking, Mengmeng is about to start the competition." Chang Huaide's voice reminded from the side.

    Mengmeng left just now and went to the backstage, where she checked her identity and received drawing paper and paint. When she came out, they were about to paint on the spot.

    Dozens of young painters are sitting behind their easels, some are busy drafting, and some are just splashing ink on the drawing paper without hesitation.  It can be seen that these people are well prepared.

    Mengmeng was not panicked. She thought that the theme this time was "autumn". She had seen a lot of autumn and could draw a picture just by picking up a pen.

    To be on the safe side, she chose to use ink mountain landscapes to depict the artistic conception of autumn.

    I saw her squinting her eyes slightly. When she opened them again, she no longer hesitated. She opened and closed the brush on the paper. She didn't even think about it and just started painting with ink.

    Her hand shook gently, leaving only a few strokes, which were clouds.  Then carefully outline the mountain, which is steep and steep.  The green pines growing on the mountain are so rough and indulgent.  On the other side of the mountain is a sea of ??clouds, and there are swans above the white clouds. It is a beautiful autumn scene.

    The judges on the scene were patrolling among the students, and when they came behind Mengmeng, they couldn't help but nodded secretly.

    They all know that the most difficult thing about ink painting is to paint on the spot. Chinese painting is about artistic conception and skills are indispensable. However, the time of the competition is so tight. Ordinary contestants do not dare to choose Chinese painting easily. There is not so much time to conceive, and it is easy to make mistakes.  , it¡¯s really not cost-effective.

    So many students here draw sketches, watercolors, etc., which are easier and more convenient, but what¡¯s new about them?

    The cute ink paintings show her off.

    The judges and teachers stood behind her and refused to leave. They had not seen such spiritual brushwork in a long time.  Look at this skill. Without a foundation of more than ten years, it would be impossible to master it. But how old is this girl? Did she start learning painting from her mother's womb?

    The judges exchanged looks and admired each other.

    After Mengmeng put the seal on the drawing paper, one of the judges couldn't help but asked her: "Your name is Feng Yumeng, right? Which master do you study under?"

    Mengmeng smiled politely, stood up and said, "Hello, teacher judge, I am Feng Yumeng, and my master's name is Chang Huaide., with a smile on his face, he politely received the certificate from the judge teacher, and his smile was sweeter than a flower.

    Not to mention the ecstasy of the family group in the audience, they wanted to jump up on the spot and laugh for three days and three nights, but everyone was staring at it, it was so hilarious, so they had to fight desperately  Hold it in.

    The old couple of the Feng family, bathed in the envious gazes of everyone, smiled very reservedly. They were no longer mud-legged, but the grandfather and grandmother of young artists. They must also have artistic flair, so they worked hard to pose.  A "this is not a big deal" look.

    When the surrounding parents saw it, they all praised: "Look at this family, they are still so humble after receiving the award, which shows that this award is nothing to others. Who is this, who has cultivated such an outstanding child?"  Is the painter coming?"

    When Old Man Feng and Old Mrs. Feng heard this, they tightened their chins, raised their lips slightly, and smiled more and more elegantly.

    Brother Rui looked at Mengmeng on the stage, a trace of intoxication flashed in his eyes, and said to himself: "Sister, you are really great."

    This is his sister, she is so proud of her, Brother Rui is proud of her.

    No one saw Zhao Jiajia's face, which was as ugly as a dead person. She had a pale face and could not accept the result of this competition.

    ¡°Obviously she painted so well, obviously she was so well prepared, but she didn¡¯t even get a consolation prize. This tragic ending is the best irony for her.

    Zhao Jiajia¡¯s heart finally broke, and she cried ¡°Wow¡± on the spot regardless of the people around her.

    There was a matriarch next to her who said: "Look at this, you have obviously lost the game and you are crying here."

    The matriarch couldn¡¯t stand it, and quickly comforted her and said: ¡°There¡¯s nothing to cry about, girl, my child didn¡¯t win the prize either, it doesn¡¯t matter, we have learned from the experience, we will compete next time and it will be the same.¡±

    Zhao Jiajia suddenly raised her head, wiped away her tears and said, "It's none of your business, I'm crying for you, I want you to take care of it."

    The matriarch was suddenly choked by her, so of course she wasn't happy about it.

    She curled her lips and said to the person next to her: "This girl is like a gun. She refuses to listen to my good intentions. With her quality, no wonder she can't win the award."

    "That's right, I heard it too." People around him looked at Zhao Jiajia with strange eyes.

    Zhao Jiajia's nose was so angry that she glared back angrily, but in the mocking eyes of everyone, she suddenly felt ashamed, stood up angrily, and rushed out of the door.

    The staff guarding the gate saw the nameplate hanging around her neck and quickly stopped her and said: "Contestants, your paintings will be returned to you"

    Before he finished speaking, Zhao Jiajia shouted angrily: "I don't want it anymore, throw it in the trash can."

    She left, no one cared about her, everyone was surrounding Mengmeng and praising her.

    The judge teacher said: "Feng Yumeng, the paintings you painted are very spiritual. I don't think they are traditional Western oil paintings. You also added your own things to it, right?"

    Mengmeng said with some embarrassment: "Teacher, you noticed that I thought the oil painting was too thick, so I made a rough sketch first, and then filled in the oil paint bit by bit. I wanted the painting to look more colorful.  , a little more intense.¡±

    "Well, very good, very thoughtful." The judge touched his chin, obviously agreeing with it.

    Mrs. Feng took the opportunity to say: "My granddaughter has been learning to draw since she was five years old. Our family lives in the countryside. No one in the family knows how to draw, and she is not restricted. She is allowed to develop on her own. Teacher, my granddaughter  Is she really good at painting?"

    The judge said very professionally: "Of course, she is blessed by God. She is born with this talent. Skills are easy to learn, but talent is not so easy to come by. This is the most rare thing."

    He exchanged glances with his colleagues, and then he stepped forward and said: "That's right, our competition also has another purpose, which is to select some outstanding children's works and send them to the United Nations to participate in the International Children's Painting Competition. How about it?  ? Would you like this painting of your granddaughter to be sent to the competition by us?"

    The people in Lao Feng's family were stunned when they heard this. They slowly opened their mouths, and one or two of them were speechless.

    The judges raised their eyebrows and said: "Why, don't you want to?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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