Chapter 52
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The host gave a symbolic compliment to Wei Jing. Even though the other side's words were few, the camera still didn't wander to this side, mainly because the child was so good.
This year, who is not a Yan control how!
After that, the host interviewed the third and fourth, and then interviewed two children. After obtaining enough material, he returned to the stage with satisfaction. At this time, it was almost nine o'clock. With a pleasant Ding Dong, the competition It's officially on.
Due to the particularity of oil painting, this competition will last one day.
From 9:00 a.m. to 11:30 p.m., he took a two-hour break, and continued to draw at 1:30 p.m. until the end of 4:30 p.m.
If the master carefully painted the painting, this time is certainly not enough. But for a group of children, there is enough.
Wei Jing thought for a while and picked up the brush. The youth's knuckles are long and thin, the fingernails are soft and tender pink, with healthy crescent. The skin exposed from the cuff is delicate and smooth, and the light dark blood vessels are quietly dormant under the skin. Just this hand, I don't know how many people will be surprised.
The young man who paints carefully has a soft smile at the corner of his eyes and eyebrows. His dark eyes are like a Wang Chunshui. His nose is very small, and his pale pink lips are slightly raised. He is still young next year, but he can already see his future appearance.
Now that the children's paintings have just been composed, the master who is in charge of the photographer can't help but aim at the young boy.
After Wei Jing found out, some embarrassed smile, shy smile, like a harmless small animal, let people want to hold to the arms to shun Mao.
As time went by, Wei Jing focused on his paintings.
Beautiful small garden, green grass, delicate white rose quietly blooming in the branches, a small honey stopped on a small bud, thin wings trembled slightly In one corner of the painting, there is a tall evergreen tree with half of its branches exposed
This is the future - Wei's old house.
When Wei Zhe learns that Wei Dajing will return to work at noon, he will call back some people who are worried about his work.
Two people said for a while, Wei Jingcai reluctantly hung up the phone.
Subtle pain spread in the bottom of his heart, he sighed, big brother is too difficult, only 18 years old, but have to do so many things, busy people can not turn around.
Xia Su Su couldn't help rolling her eyes and murmured, "your brother is too sticky. I don't know. I thought it was your little girl friend?"
Wei Jing looked down at his height, then looked at the soft and obvious fingers of a young boy, and asked, "who do you think is willing to fall in love with me?"
Xia Su Su: Oh, Ho! No problem!
At this time, the corrupt culture has not yet spread out, most people only vaguely heard about homosexuality. The rotten girls sprout secretly, but dare not say so, for fear of causing other people's strange eyes.
Yue Cheng's sentence "I will" is stuck in my throat. Wei Jing is more lovely than girls, but he is a man. He thought with some regret.
After lunch, they went back to the hotel for a lunch break and continued to draw in the afternoon.
Wei's camera can be ignored this morning. Thin white fingers slowly outline the beautiful scene, first light color, then dark color The sense of hierarchy is more and more clear.
…………
The light on the top of the head is still dazzling. The teenagers turn their paintings and aim at the stage.
The five judges looked at the past one by one, whispered to each other from time to time, and said their feelings to the people around them. Due to the limited time, all the teachers scored very fast. After removing one of the highest and the lowest scores, the average of the other three scores was the score of the children's paintings.
The camera follows the judge's footsteps, and the host intersperses a few words from time to time, and the atmosphere is peaceful.
Before the other party came over, Wei Jing glanced at the little girl next door. The girl's painting and his painting had a wonderful feeling. He painted the garden during the day and the little girl painted the garden at night.
The fire red rose is like a beauty in a goblin's skin. It is just a painting, but he seems to be able to smell the faint fragrance.
I lost.
Wei Jing clearly realized this.
But it's no big deal. He smiles, and his tender pink fingernails cross the edge of the painting board. The last painting is that he surpassed himself and fell into a sudden inspiration to paint the vigorous and warm feelings in the picture.
And this time the painting is the subject matter that he had thought of for a long time and drew step by step according to the process.
Maybe there are still feelings, but the feelings are too weak.
The final result was reluctantly like Wei Jing's intention. He successfully entered 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 dark blue coat. He was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He had a long open face, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but he was a handsome young man.Wei Jing didn't ask for the place. He was curious and took a few eyes at the man. After being caught by the other party, he was embarrassed to avoid the sight.
At that time, it was very late. After a short interview, the TV station let the group leave.
The warm sun in the west left half of my cheek, and the fire red clouds were floating in the air, magnificent and picturesque. Wei Jing walks in the back to comfort Xia Su Su, who is the lowest ranking this time. Lecheng beside him is successful in entering the top ten.
Xia Su is proficient in everything, but she doesn't teach anything.
"Wei Jing." Suddenly, there was a cry behind him.
Wei Jing subconsciously turned his head and saw the first place in the competition. The young man came to them step by step. The other side's words were very sharp, "did you paint the previous painting? It's totally different from your painting today. "
"Ha?" Wei Jing blinked, a face muddled.
The teenager pinched his fingers and stared at Wei Jing without blinking. "If I offended you before, I apologize."
"Nothing." Wei Jing felt helpless when he doubted whether the previous painting was a popular one. He felt his nose and was not happy with the powerful young man in front of him. "That painting is really my painting, probably because it is my brother and I, so the feelings are not the same."
The young man was stunned, and then he overlapped the person in front of him and the young boy in the painting.
"You don't look like..." The teenager said, "I feel you are more attractive than you in the painting."
Wei Jing:
Boy, are you here to find fault? (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
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The host gave a symbolic compliment to Wei Jing. Even though the other side's words were few, the camera still didn't wander to this side, mainly because the child was so good.
This year, who is not a Yan control how!
After that, the host interviewed the third and fourth, and then interviewed two children. After obtaining enough material, he returned to the stage with satisfaction. At this time, it was almost nine o'clock. With a pleasant Ding Dong, the competition It's officially on.
Due to the particularity of oil painting, this competition will last one day.
From 9:00 a.m. to 11:30 p.m., he took a two-hour break, and continued to draw at 1:30 p.m. until the end of 4:30 p.m.
If the master carefully painted the painting, this time is certainly not enough. But for a group of children, there is enough.
Wei Jing thought for a while and picked up the brush. The youth's knuckles are long and thin, the fingernails are soft and tender pink, with healthy crescent. The skin exposed from the cuff is delicate and smooth, and the light dark blood vessels are quietly dormant under the skin. Just this hand, I don't know how many people will be surprised.
The young man who paints carefully has a soft smile at the corner of his eyes and eyebrows. His dark eyes are like a Wang Chunshui. His nose is very small, and his pale pink lips are slightly raised. He is still young next year, but he can already see his future appearance.
Now that the children's paintings have just been composed, the master who is in charge of the photographer can't help but aim at the young boy.
After Wei Jing found out, some embarrassed smile, shy smile, like a harmless small animal, let people want to hold to the arms to shun Mao.
As time went by, Wei Jing focused on his paintings.
Beautiful small garden, green grass, delicate white rose quietly blooming in the branches, a small honey stopped on a small bud, thin wings trembled slightly In one corner of the painting, there is a tall evergreen tree with half of its branches exposed
This is the future - Wei's old house.
When Wei Zhe learns that Wei Dajing will return to work at noon, he will call back some people who are worried about his work.
Two people said for a while, Wei Jingcai reluctantly hung up the phone.
Subtle pain spread in the bottom of his heart, he sighed, big brother is too difficult, only 18 years old, but have to do so many things, busy people can not turn around.
Xia Su Su couldn't help rolling her eyes and murmured, "your brother is too sticky. I don't know. I thought it was your little girl friend?"
Wei Jing looked down at his height, then looked at the soft and obvious fingers of a young boy, and asked, "who do you think is willing to fall in love with me?"
Xia Su Su: Oh, Ho! No problem!
At this time, the corrupt culture has not yet spread out, most people only vaguely heard about homosexuality. The rotten girls sprout secretly, but dare not say so, for fear of causing other people's strange eyes.
Yue Cheng's sentence "I will" is stuck in my throat. Wei Jing is more lovely than girls, but he is a man. He thought with some regret.
After lunch, they went back to the hotel for a lunch break and continued to draw in the afternoon.
Wei's camera can be ignored this morning. Thin white fingers slowly outline the beautiful scene, first light color, then dark color The sense of hierarchy is more and more clear.
…………
The light on the top of the head is still dazzling. The teenagers turn their paintings and aim at the stage.
The five judges looked at the past one by one, whispered to each other from time to time, and said their feelings to the people around them. Due to the limited time, all the teachers scored very fast. After removing one of the highest and the lowest scores, the average of the other three scores was the score of the children's paintings.
The camera follows the judge's footsteps, and the host intersperses a few words from time to time, and the atmosphere is peaceful.
Before the other party came over, Wei Jing glanced at the little girl next door. The girl's painting and his painting had a wonderful feeling. He painted the garden during the day and the little girl painted the garden at night.
The fire red rose is like a beauty in a goblin's skin. It is just a painting, but he seems to be able to smell the faint fragrance.
I lost.
Wei Jing clearly realized this.
But it's no big deal. He smiles, and his tender pink fingernails cross the edge of the painting board. The last painting is that he surpassed himself and fell into a sudden inspiration to paint the vigorous and warm feelings in the picture.
And this time the painting is the subject matter that he had thought of for a long time and drew step by step according to the process.
Maybe there are still feelings, but the feelings are too weak.
The final result was reluctantly like Wei Jing's intention. He successfully entered 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 dark blue coat. He was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He had a long open face, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but he was a handsome young man.Wei Jing didn't ask for the place. He was curious and took a few eyes at the man. After being caught by the other party, he was embarrassed to avoid the sight.
At that time, it was very late. After a short interview, the TV station let the group leave.
The warm sun in the west left half of my cheek, and the fire red clouds were floating in the air, magnificent and picturesque. Wei Jing walks in the back to comfort Xia Su Su, who is the lowest ranking this time. Lecheng beside him is successful in entering the top ten.
Xia Su is proficient in everything, but she doesn't teach anything.
"Wei Jing." Suddenly, there was a cry behind him.
Wei Jing subconsciously turned his head and saw the first place in the competition. The young man came to them step by step. The other side's words were very sharp, "did you paint the previous painting? It's totally different from your painting today. "
"Ha?" Wei Jing blinked, a face muddled.
The teenager pinched his fingers and stared at Wei Jing without blinking. "If I offended you before, I apologize."
"Nothing." Wei Jing felt helpless when he doubted whether the previous painting was a popular one. He felt his nose and was not happy with the powerful young man in front of him. "That painting is really my painting, probably because it is my brother and I, so the feelings are not the same."
The young man was stunned, and then he overlapped the person in front of him and the young boy in the painting.
"You don't look like..." The teenager said, "I feel you are more attractive than you in the painting."
Wei Jing:
Boy, are you here to find fault? (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
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The host gave a symbolic compliment to Wei Jing. Even though the other side's words were few, the camera still didn't wander to this side, mainly because the child was so good. This year, who is not a Yan control how! After that, the host interviewed the third and fourth, and then interviewed two children. After obtaining enough material, he returned to the stage with satisfaction. At this time, it was almost nine o'clock. With a pleasant Ding Dong, the competition It's officially on. Due to the particularity of oil painting, this competition will last one day. From 9:00 a.m. to 11:30 p.m., he took a two-hour break, and continued to draw at 1:30 p.m. until the end of 4:30 p.m. If the master carefully painted the painting, this time is certainly not enough. But for a group of children, there is enough. Wei Jing thought for a while and picked up the brush. The youth's knuckles are long and thin, the fingernails are soft and tender pink, with healthy crescent. The skin exposed from the cuff is delicate and smooth, and the light dark blood vessels are quietly dormant under the skin. Just this hand, I don't know how many people will be surprised. The young man who paints carefully has a soft smile at the corner of his eyes and eyebrows. His dark eyes are like a Wang Chunshui. His nose is very small, and his pale pink lips are slightly raised. He is still young next year, but he can already see his future appearance. Now that the children's paintings have just been composed, the master who is in charge of the photographer can't help but aim at the young boy. After Wei Jing found out, some embarrassed smile, shy smile, like a harmless small animal, let people want to hold to the arms to shun Mao. As time went by, Wei Jing focused on his paintings. Beautiful small garden, green grass, delicate white rose quietly blooming in the branches, a small honey stopped on a small bud, thin wings trembled slightly In one corner of the painting, there is a tall evergreen tree with half of its branches exposed This is the future - Wei's old house. When Wei Zhe learns that Wei Dajing will return to work at noon, he will call back some people who are worried about his work. Two people said for a while, Wei Jingcai reluctantly hung up the phone. Subtle pain spread in the bottom of his heart, he sighed, big brother is too difficult, only 18 years old, but have to do so many things, busy people can not turn around. Xia Su Su couldn't help rolling her eyes and murmured, "your brother is too sticky. I don't know. I thought it was your little girl friend?" Wei Jing looked down at his height, then looked at the soft and obvious fingers of a young boy, and asked, "who do you think is willing to fall in love with me?" Xia Su Su: Oh, Ho! No problem! At this time, the corrupt culture has not yet spread out, most people only vaguely heard about homosexuality. The rotten girls sprout secretly, but dare not say so, for fear of causing other people's strange eyes. Yue Cheng's sentence "I will" is stuck in my throat. Wei Jing is more lovely than girls, but he is a man. He thought with some regret. After lunch, they went back to the hotel for a lunch break and continued to draw in the afternoon. Wei's camera can be ignored this morning. Thin white fingers slowly outline the beautiful scene, first light color, then dark color The sense of hierarchy is more and more clear. The light on the top of the head is still dazzling. The teenagers turn their paintings and aim at the stage. The five judges looked at the past one by one, whispered to each other from time to time, and said their feelings to the people around them. Due to the limited time, all the teachers scored very fast. After removing one of the highest and the lowest scores, the average of the other three scores was the score of the children's paintings. The camera follows the judge's footsteps, and the host intersperses a few words from time to time, and the atmosphere is peaceful. Before the other party came over, Wei Jing glanced at the little girl next door. The girl's painting and his painting had a wonderful feeling. He painted the garden during the day and the little girl painted the garden at night. The fire red rose is like a beauty in a goblin's skin. It is just a painting, but he seems to be able to smell the faint fragrance. I lost. Wei Jing clearly realized this. But it's no big deal. He smiles, and his tender pink fingernails cross the edge of the painting board. The last painting is that he surpassed himself and fell into a sudden inspiration to paint the vigorous and warm feelings in the picture. And this time the painting is the subject matter that he had thought of for a long time and drew step by step according to the process. Maybe there are still feelings, but the feelings are too weak. The final result was reluctantly like Wei Jing's intention. He successfully entered 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 dark blue coat. He was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He had a long open face, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but he was a handsome young man.Wei Jing didn't ask for the place. He was curious and took a few eyes at the man. After being caught by the other party, he was embarrassed to avoid the sight. At that time, it was very late. After a short interview, the TV station let the group leave. The warm sun in the west left half of my cheek, and the fire red clouds were floating in the air, magnificent and picturesque. Wei Jing walks in the back to comfort Xia Su Su, who is the lowest ranking this time. Lecheng beside him is successful in entering the top ten. Xia Su is proficient in everything, but she doesn't teach anything. "Wei Jing." Suddenly, there was a cry behind him. Wei Jing subconsciously turned his head and saw the first place in the competition. The young man came to them step by step. The other side's words were very sharp, "did you paint the previous painting? It's totally different from your painting today. " "Ha?" Wei Jing blinked, a face muddled. The teenager pinched his fingers and stared at Wei Jing without blinking. "If I offended you before, I apologize." "Nothing." Wei Jing felt helpless when he doubted whether the previous painting was a popular one. He felt his nose and was not happy with the powerful young man in front of him. "That painting is really my painting, probably because it is my brother and I, so the feelings are not the same." The young man was stunned, and then he overlapped the person in front of him and the young boy in the painting. "You don't look like..." The teenager said, "I feel you are more attractive than you in the painting." Wei Jing: Boy, are you here to find fault? www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
