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But because the light was too dim, she couldn't see the person's face clearly.

The man's figure was tall and straight, and his legs under the trousers were slender and too abstinent.

When he got closer, Feng Mian realized that it was Li Yanjue who came.

The man's eyebrows are deep and cold, but at this moment

His unavoidable gaze was falling on her.

Feng Mian twitched the corners of her lips, indifferent.

His seat should be in the second row. She paid special attention to it just now. If she didn't sit with him, her pressure would be relieved a lot.

No, Li Yanjue took a seat next to her.

Feng Mian frowned subconsciously, and said in a cool and faint voice, "Your seat is in the second row."

"We switched positions." Li Yanjue said, with a look of interest on the corners of his lips.

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Feng Mian is speechless, it seems that this position is bound to sit like this.

Then, the lights on the stage were already turned on, and the host announced the opening.

Entering the exhibition of the works of the finals, 12 works were displayed one by one.

The order in which the works will appear on the stage is determined by the person in charge of the organizer by drawing lots.

It is also a coincidence that her work was put at the end.

Then Shen Jiarong's works will be displayed in front of her, before her.

One by one, the works were displayed, and Feng Mian watched quietly, without any disturbance in his eyes.

After the work titled "Girl in Flowers" was submitted, her eyes moved slightly, and a gleam of light flashed across her eyes.

Although the works were not signed because of the selection, they were all displayed with numbers, but she had already received the news in advance that this painting was Shen Jiarong's entry.

To be honest, this work is not bad.

On the screen, the girl is taken as the focus of the perspective, and the darkness is used as the background to set off the girl's sideways glance back.

The soft lines of the clothes, the changes in the light and shade of the earrings, especially the woman's sideways look back, hesitating to speak, half-smiling and annoyed, quickly pull people into the situation, which is soul-stirring

This painting is just so appropriate, creating an atmosphere of "people don't appreciate flowers among flowers", which is memorable.

Many people were amazed and stood up and applauded.

Shen Jiarong looked at everyone's feedback and heard the high praise from the representatives of the judges, so she knew that she was sure to win the award this time.

It's not in vain, she spent so much effort on it

Ye Siqi was sitting next to her, appreciating her words and applauding, "This painting is full of charm, and its aesthetics are high-end. It won't be justified if it doesn't win an award."

When Shen Jiarong listened, she was naturally more satisfied, and pretended to be mysterious and asked, "Oh, is that so?"

Based on what he knew about Shen Jiarong, Ye Siqi knew that she was pretending. In fact, Shen Jiarong should be very satisfied with her praise.

Since she was a child, she has been very used to this kind of life of pretending.

So to Shen Jiarong, although she did not change her expression, she pretended to be happy and said, "Yes, this work completely meets my aesthetics. If I were a judge, I would definitely choose it."

Li Wei'an gave Ye Siqi a slanted look, only disdain in her heart.

Thousands of wears, no flattery.

This Ye Siqi is more capable than her.

But for her, she couldn't express such a compliment against her will.

Because she knows all the inside stories.

Shen Jiarong did not escape her eyes when she did this.

However, her eyes still flickered in a dark way.

In the past, she called Feng Mian a bitch every day.

But looking at it now, Ye Siqi and Shen Jiarong's pretense is really disgusting.

Compared with the two of them, Feng Mian is nothing.

Seeing everyone's full affirmation of Shen Jiarong, Fengmian felt upset in her heart, raised the corners of her lips slightly, and asked Li Yanjue, "What do you think?"

Seeing her take the initiative to talk, Li Yanjue thought for a while, "There are more than enough skills, but not enough soul."

After hearing this, Feng Mian couldn't help but take another look at Li Yanjue.

His own son's complaints were particularly deadly.

She listened, quite happy.

When the last piece of work was unveiled, everyone was shocked and the audience was silent

Feng Mian raised the corners of her lips slightly, her work is called Miss Charlotte.

Based on the beautiful poem of the same name written by Poet Laureate Tennyson.

Miss Charlotte doesn't have her own name, Charlotte is just a place name.

Cursed by magic, she can only see the world in the mirror, so she sits by the loom all day long and weaves what she sees in the mirror into silk and satin.

One day, Charlotte saw Lancelot, Knight of the Round Table in the mirror, and finally couldn't hold back her admiration. Regardless of the warning, Charlotte left the loom and came to the window.

When she saw the real world with her own eyes, the curse manifested, the mirror shattered, the loom broke, and she was entangled in silk threads.

After breaking free from the entanglement, she still resolutely took the boat with Charlotte's name engraved on the bow to find Lancelot, but this death boat carried her along the river and flowed into a quiet death.

It is such a female image that does not even have a name, and the short and slightly thin stories about her are drawn on paper like this.

The beautiful dreams she experienced, as well as the despair and helplessness after the dreams, are vividly written on the paper.

If we say that the feeling that the girl in the flower brings to people is the hope and beauty of life.

Then Miss Charlotte breaks the beautiful things for people to see, so that the audience can see the deeper despair

Therefore, as soon as Shen Jiarong's work came out, everyone responded with enthusiastic applause.

After Feng Mian's painting was finished, the audience was completely silent. Everyone was afraid that their noise would disturb other people's meditation on the painting.

The host came out, introduced the original intention of the author of the painting, and then routinely handed it over to the spokesperson of the judging panel for comments.

"The author of this painting is full of emotions and has a strong explosive power. To be honest, I was almost stunned just now."

"Without personal experience, it would be difficult for the author to draw such a work. I guess the author is an absolute experientialist. If this work wins a gold medal, it is not because of skill, but because of emotional input."

"We have countless works with skilled skills and profound basic skills, but this work is not based on the accumulation of skills, but on the incorporation of true feelings, which touches the heart."

Feng Mian quietly listened to their evaluations, fanned her eyelashes lightly, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow on the eyelids.

At this moment, she felt that the breathing of the man beside her became heavy.

She looked at him in confusion, and in the next second, she saw him reach out and hold her hand in his

She subconsciously wanted to break free from him, but he didn't give her a chance to break free, so he held it even harder. His dark eyes, as black as ink, stared deeply at her, "This is your work, this is your work." "