The host gave Wei Jing a few compliments. Even though he didn't say much, the camera kept moving in his direction. The main reason was that this child was too good-looking.
Who wasn't obsessed with good looks these days?
After that, the host interviewed the third and fourth place winners, and then two more children. After getting enough material, he returned to the stage, satisfied. At this time, it was almost nine o 'clock. With a pleasant sound, the competition … had officially begun.
Due to the uniqueness of the oil painting, this competition would last for a day.
From nine o 'clock in the morning to eleven thirty in the afternoon, they would rest for two hours. They would come back at one thirty in the afternoon and finish at four thirty in the afternoon.
If it was a painting carefully drawn by a master, this amount of time would definitely not be enough. But for a group of children, there was enough time.
Wei Jing thought for a while and picked up the paintbrush. The young man's knuckles were long and slender, and his fingernails were soft and pink with healthy crescents. The skin peeking out from his sleeves was delicate and smooth, and the faint dark blood vessels were quietly dormant under his skin. Just his hands alone were enough to amaze many people.
The young man who was painting seriously had a gentle smile at the corner of his eyes. His dark eyes were like a pool of spring water, his small nose was high, and his light pink lips were slightly curved. Although he was still young, one could already see that he would have a beautiful appearance in the future.
The children had just started to compose their paintings, and the cameraman couldn't help but point the camera at the young man.
When Wei Jing realized this, he smiled shyly. His smile was shy and shy, like a harmless little animal that made people want to hug him and stroke his fur.
Time passed little by little. Wei Jing concentrated on the painting in his hands.
It was a beautiful little garden with green grass. Delicate and beautiful white roses were quietly blooming on the branches. A little honey bee was resting on a small bud, its thin wings trembling slightly … In the corner of the painting, there was half a branch of a tall and straight evergreen tree …
This was the future — the Wei family's old house.
During the lunch break, there would be special people guarding these paintings. Wei Jing called Wei Zhe and learned that he had returned to B City. He was a little disappointed, but he still cheered up and told his elder brother not to worry and that he would go back tomorrow.
The two of them talked for a while before Wei Jing reluctantly hung up the phone.
A slight pain spread from the bottom of his heart. He sighed. It was not easy for Big Brother. He was only 18 years old, but he had to do so many things. He was so busy that he could barely keep up.
Seeing this, Xia Susu couldn't help but roll her eyes and mumble, "You guys are too clingy. If I didn't know better, I would have thought that she was your little girlfriend."
Wei Jing lowered his head and looked at his current height. Then, he looked at his soft, youthful fingers and asked, "Who do you think would want to date me?"
Xia Susu: "…" Wow! There was nothing wrong with it!
At this time, rotten culture had not yet spread. Most people had only vaguely heard about homosexuality. Fujoshis were secretly cute, but they didn't dare to say it out loud for fear of attracting strange looks from others.
Le Cheng's "I do" was stuck in his throat. Wei Jing was cuter than a girl, but it was a pity that he was a boy. He thought to himself regretfully.
After lunch, they went back to the hotel to rest for a while. In the afternoon, they continued to draw.
After a morning of training, Wei Jing could ignore the camera now. His slender, white fingers slowly outlined a beautiful scene. First, it was light, then dark … The layering became clearer and clearer.
…
The light above their heads was still dazzling. The teenagers turned their paintings around and aimed at the stage.
The five judges looked at them one by one. From time to time, they would whisper to each other and share their thoughts with the people around them. Due to the limited time, the judges gave the scores very quickly. After removing the highest and lowest scores, the average score of the children's paintings was taken.
The camera followed the judges' footsteps. The host interjected a few words from time to time. The atmosphere was peaceful.
Before the other party came over, Wei Jing glanced at the girl next door. The girl's painting was similar to his. He painted the garden during the day, and the girl painted the garden at night.
The fiery-red roses were like a beauty wearing the skin of a fairy, budding. It was just a painting, but he seemed to be able to smell a faint fragrance.
He had lost.
Wei Jing clearly understood this.
However, it was no big deal. He smiled and scratched the edge of the drawing board with his pink fingernails. Last time, he had surpassed himself and fell into a sudden inspiration. That was why he could draw the vigorous and warm feelings in the painting.
This time, he had thought of the theme long ago. He drew it step by step according to the process.
Perhaps there were still feelings, but those feelings were too faint.
The final result was as Wei Jing wished. He successfully entered the third place. To his surprise, the first place was not the girl next door, but another young man. That person was wearing a navy blue jacket. He looked to be about 15 or 16 years old. His face had already matured, and he was a handsome young man.
Wei Jing did not care about the rankings. At that time, he curiously stole a few glances at that person. After being caught by the other party, he awkwardly looked away.
It was very late at that time. The TV station came to do a brief interview and let the group leave.
The warm sun in the west left only half of one's face. The fiery-red clouds floated in the sky. It was magnificent like a painting. Wei Jing walked behind to comfort Xia Susu, who had the lowest ranking this time. Le Cheng, who was next to him, had successfully entered the top ten.
Xia Susu's family taught her a lot of things. This caused her to know a little of everything, but she was not proficient in any of them.
"Wei Jing." Suddenly, there was a shout behind him.
Wei Jing instinctively turned his head and saw the first place of this competition, the delicate young man, rushing towards them. The young man's words were very sharp. "Did you draw that previous painting? It gave me a completely different feeling from your painting today. "
"Huh?" Wei Jing blinked with a dumbfounded expression.
The young man clenched his fists and stared at Wei Jing without blinking. "If my previous words offended you, I apologize."
"It's nothing." Wei Jing was also very helpless when the young man openly questioned whether his previous painting was a hoax. He touched his nose and was a little displeased with the strong young man in front of him. "That painting was indeed drawn by me. It's probably because the people in the painting were my brother and me. That's why the feelings were different!"
The young man was stunned. Then, he matched the young man in front of him with the young man in the painting.
"You two really don't look alike …" the young man said. "I feel that you are more seductive than in the painting."
Wei Jing was speechless.
Young man, are you here to pick a fight? (?? □ ′)? (? ━?
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