Taoyuan little fisherman

Chapter 475: Social Terrorism
The staff brought up Xu Duoduo's original painting and showed it to all the contestants and parents in the audience.

Xu Changshan held his head high, wishing to let the whole world know that his daughter, Xu Duoduo, a five-year-old child, won the prize in the provincial art competition!

however.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

"What is the meaning of this painting?"

"It's similar to the floral trousers my grandma wears. I really don't see any beauty."

"Such a painting feels like I can draw with my eyes closed."

"Isn't the theme of painting the scenery of my hometown? Isn't this digressing a bit seriously?"

"Such paintings can be selected. I am really dissatisfied that my son's painting was not selected."

……

There was a commotion in the audience, and the judges were whispering to each other.

Chen Manman calmed down his emotions, picked up the microphone, and said to everyone with a soft voice and a smile: "Everyone, please be quiet, I know that everyone may not understand this painting or even think it is off topic, but I hope that after I After the explanation, everyone can have a deeper understanding of the painting."

Chen Manman came to the front of the painting, pointed to the colorful picture and said: "Sometimes art is not only what we see with our eyes, but more about understanding the content of the painting with our heart. This painting has no mountains, no water, no people. , but let me see the inner world of a child."

"Inner world?"

There was another discussion in the audience.

Chen Manman continued: "The scenery that children see is not like us adults see mountains as mountains and water as water. They like to express joy, sadness and even anger through painting."

She pointed to the exaggerated colors on the screen, "Every color can express a child's heart. Warm colors are the happy part of the child, while cool colors are the sad part of the child. These colors are mixed together, which shows that this little contestant My impression of my hometown is mixed with joy and sadness.”

Someone asked loudly: "Teacher, what do those black handprints indicate?"

Chen Man was waiting for someone to ask her this question, she said a little excitedly: "These few black handprints are the finishing touch of this painting, directly raising the style of this painting to more than one level, very meaningful The connotation is very tense!"

"These black hands are the unspeakable fear in some children's inner world. It protrudes from the depths of children's hearts and wants to drag them into the abyss. Maybe we should learn more about children's inner world from children's paintings. This is for us. It's a revelation."

After Chen Manman finished speaking, everyone suddenly realized that they were all in awe.

"If I'm not mistaken, the author of this painting is a sensitive and fragile, shy and shy child, can you let me see where you are?" Chen Manman asked softly.

For this sensitive and shy child, everyone in the audience applauded encouragingly, with tears in their eyes.

The people who eat melons are still collectively moved, and Chen Manman is ready to enlighten the children.

But I heard a long series of "me me me!" Howls sounded.

Everyone looked at Xu Duoduo, Xu Duoduo was lifted high by Xu Changshan, and the little guy danced excitedly.

Chen Manman was shocked, and everyone had black lines.

This is the sensitive and fragile child in the legend?

This kid seems to be socially obsessive.

Just when everyone was embarrassed, Wang Qianqiu got up.

"You don't have to be so strict with the works of amateur players. As long as someone likes it, it's good. Today we choose a professional painting that impresses me the most, and it is also the one with the highest level among all the works. Let us work together Appreciate it!"

As soon as they heard the word appreciation, everyone became serious.

As a top domestic painter, Wang Qianqiu rarely catches his eyes with his works. He is very lucky to give advice, and the word appreciation is enough to show that he attaches great importance to it.

Soon, the painting selected by Wang Qianqiu appeared on the big screen.

It is the fishing village painted by the white-faced rough-tailed monkey.

Wang Tianhui was stunned when he saw it.

Xu Changshan was even more confused.

"Tianhui, why did Xiaobai's painting go to the professional group?"

Wang Tianhui didn't look at the paintings of the professional group at all, nor did he think about them.

As soon as he saw the painting, he immediately looked at Li Xiao.

Sure enough, Li Xiao's eyes did not fall on the big screen, but on a landscape painting of the amateur group.

The painting in the painting is the scene of working on the terraced fields. In the early morning, when the fog is thick, the sun has not yet appeared in the eastern sky, and there is only a red glow, but the laborers and buffaloes have already plowed most of the paddy fields.

The painting skills, artistic conception, and use of color are all excellent, and they are also outstanding among those professional players, but they are incomparable with the painting of the fishing village of the white-faced thick-tailed monkey.

There is no signature on this painting, and from Li Xiao's shocked expression, it must be his work.

Many parents in the audience had seen this picture drawn by the white-faced rough-tailed ape. As soon as the picture appeared on the big screen, those people cast their eyes on it, and they were all talking about it.

"Mr. Wang didn't choose his apprentice Li Xiao's painting, which is a bit beyond my expectation."

"How did this strange child's painting go to the professional group?"

"Is it because the painting is so good that it is directly assigned to the professional group? Is there such a rule?"

"One thing to say, the painting is really good, and it is full of details when it is enlarged like this."

"This is the so-called genius."

……

Wang Qianqiu was old, and he heard some people talking about it, but he couldn't hear what everyone was talking about. He thought everyone was amazed at the superb painting skills of this painting.

Obviously, Wang Qianqiu thought that this painting was painted by Li Xiao, because Wang Tianhui saw pride in his face.

And Li Xiao seemed to have noticed it too, his face was not pretty.

The worst thing in the world is not that you are not good enough, nor is it that others are better than you, but that someone else's excellence is mistaken for yours, which is too embarrassing.

Then, Wang Qianqiu started.

"Everyone, I have been a judge of many art competitions at home and abroad, but this picture of a fishing village is the one that shocked me the most. I am very pleased that there are such outstanding newcomers in the painting circle in our country, and I am also very proud that I can An opportunity to witness the rise of this new star."

Wang Qianqiu looked at Li Xiao with a look of relief.

Li Lixiao just wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

There is something in Wang Qianqiu's words, and anyone who is not stupid can understand what he means.

The audience was amazed again, and everyone looked at the white-faced thick-tailed ape.

"No, isn't it? Is this kid also a disciple of Mr. Wang?"

"Let me just say, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in this competition, this is a shocking melon."

"Could it be that this kid is such a stinky fart that no one cares about him? It turns out that he has such a strong background."

"It seems that Li Xiao is not Mr. Wang's closed disciple, but this kid."

……

Wang Qianqiu on the stage and the melon-eating crowd in the audience are already talking to themselves, but they can still interact.

Wang Tianhui was dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)