Little Terrified Bun

The host gave Wei Jing a few symbolic compliments. Even though the other party said very little, the camera kept swinging this way. The main reason is that the child looks so good.

These days, who is not a beauty controler!

Afterwards, the host interviewed No.3 and No.4, and then interviewed two children. After obtaining enough material, he returned to the stage contentedly.At this time, it was almost nine o'clock, and with a pleasant ding-dong sound, the game... officially started.

Due to the particularity of oil painting, this competition will last for one day.

从早上九点到中午11:30，中间休息两个小时，到了下午01:30时继续回来画，直到下午04:30结束。

If it is a painting carefully drawn by the master, this time is definitely not enough.But for a group of kids, there was more than enough left over.

Wei Jing thought for a while and picked up the paintbrush.The juvenile's knuckles are slender, the phalanxes are slender, and the fingernails are soft pink with healthy crescents.The skin exposed from the cuffs is delicate and smooth, and the faint black blood vessels are quietly dormant under the flesh. Just these hands alone can amaze many people.

A young man who is serious about painting, with a soft smile on the corners of his eyes and brows, black eyes like a pool of spring water, upturned and small nose, and light pink lips slightly raised. He is still young, but he can already see the future. The appearance of the clouds and the moon.

Right now, the children's paintings have just been composed, and the master in charge of the cameraman can't help but point the camera at the young boy.

After Wei Jing found out, he smiled a little embarrassedly. His smile was shy and shy, like a harmless little animal, which made people want to hold it in his arms and smooth its fur.

Time passed bit by bit, and Wei Jing concentrated on painting the painting in his hand.

A beautiful small garden, green grass, delicate and charming white roses quietly blooming on the branches, a little honey perched on a small flower bud, and its thin wings trembled slightly... In the corner of the painting, there is A tall and straight evergreen tree reveals half of its branches...

This is the future - the old house of the Wei family.

During the noon break, there will be special people guarding these paintings. Wei Jing called Wei Zhe and learned that he had returned to City B. He was a little disappointed immediately, but he cheered up and told his elder brother not to worry. , he will go back tomorrow.

The two talked for a while before Wei Jing hung up the phone reluctantly.

The slight pain spread in the bottom of his heart, he sighed, it is too difficult for the eldest brother, but he has to do so many things, busy people can't turn around.

Seeing this, Xia Susu couldn't help but rolled her eyes, and muttered: "You brothers are too sticky, if you don't know, you think it's your little girlfriend?"

Wei Jing looked down at his current height, then looked at the soft fingers that were obviously still young boys, and asked, "Who do you think is willing to fall in love with me?"

Xia Susu: "..." Oh!Nothing wrong!

At this time, the rotten culture had not yet spread, and most people had only vaguely heard of homosexuality. The rotten women were secretly sprouting, but they dared not speak out, for fear of arousing strange eyes from others.

Lecheng's "I do" was stuck in his throat, Wei Jing was cuter than girls, but it's a pity he was a boy.He thought with some regret.

After lunch, several people returned to the hotel for a lunch break and continued painting in the afternoon.

After a morning of exercise, Wei Jing can ignore the camera now.The slender and white fingers slowly sketched out a wonderful scene, first in light colors, then in dark colors... the sense of hierarchy became clearer and clearer.

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The light above their heads was still dazzling, and the teenagers turned their paintings over and aimed them at the stage.

The five judges looked at each other one by one, whispered to each other from time to time, and talked about their feelings with the people around them. Due to the limited time, all the teachers scored very quickly. After removing one highest score and one lowest score, the other three were taken. The average of the scores is the score of the children's paintings.

The camera followed the judges' footsteps, and the host interjected a few words from time to time, and the atmosphere was peaceful.

Before the other party came over, Wei Jing glanced at the little girl next door. The girl's painting was similar to his painting. He painted the garden in the daytime, and the little girl painted it. It is a garden at night.

The fiery red rose was like a beauty in a goblin's skin, ready to bloom. It was clearly just a painting, but he seemed to be able to smell a faint fragrance.

Lose yourself.

Wei Jing clearly understood this.

Still, it's no big deal.He smiled, and his tender pink nails scratched the edge of the drawing board. In the last painting, he surpassed himself and fell into a sudden inspiration, so that he could paint the vigorous and warm emotions in the picture.

And this time the painting is a theme he had thought about long ago, and he drew it step by step according to the process.

Maybe there is still emotion, but the emotion is too weak.

The final result was barely as Wei Jing wanted. He successfully entered No.3. To his surprise, No.1 was not the little girl next door, but another boy.The man was wearing a small navy blue coat, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a long-opened face and delicate features, he was a handsome young man.

Wei Jing didn't insist on the ranking. He sneaked a few glances at the man curiously, and after being caught by the other party, he avoided his eyes in embarrassment.

It was already very late at that time, and the TV station came to do a short interview and let the group leave.

The warm sun in the west left half of the cheek, and the fiery red clouds floated in the sky, which was magnificent and picturesque.Wei Jing walked behind to comfort Xia Susu, who was ranked lowest this time, while Le Cheng next to him managed to enter the top ten.

Xia Susu's family taught her very complicated things, which led to her knowing a little about everything, but not proficient in it.

"Wei Jing." Suddenly, a shout sounded from behind.

Wei Jing turned his head subconsciously, and saw No.1 in this competition, that handsome young man was rushing towards them, and the other party's words were sharp, "Did you draw that painting before? It gives me a completely different feeling from your painting today."

"Huh?" Wei Jing blinked, with a dazed look on his face.

The young man clenched his fingers and stared at Wei Jing without blinking, "I apologize if what I said before offended you."

"It's nothing." Wei Jing was also very helpless to be so openly doubted whether the previous painting was a sought-after painting. He touched his nose, feeling a little displeased with the strong young man in front of him, "That painting is indeed drawn by me. Yes, probably because the painting is about me and my brother, so the emotions revealed are different!"

The boy froze for a moment, and then merged the person in front of him with the boy in the painting.

"You really don't look like..." the boy said, "I feel that you are more attractive than you in the painting."

Wei Jing: "..."

Boy, are you here to find fault? (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

The author has something to say: Juvenile: ...I feel that you are more attractive than the picture (*/ω＼*)

Wei Zhe: What a coincidence, I think so too (*/ω＼*)

Wei Jing: ...you are blind, I won't take this blame ￣へ￣