embrace the moon

"After the last art exhibition in Huazhoutang, our reporter interviewed Lao Chen once. His evaluation at that time was very objective, with both praise and criticism. In order for Ma Xi and his team to win the championship, I edited Lao Chen's words. Let’s talk about the lack of artistic expression in Lengqing’s group. Old Chen has let go, so what else do you have to say?”

Another woman in the room said worriedly: "The two of them are under Gu Qianfan's school. In the circle of traditional Chinese painting, Gu Qianfan's accomplishments are obvious to all. If you do this, you will always be laughed at, and the outside world will inevitably gossip."

"What are you worried about?" The man smiled, "Gu Qianfan has a student participating in the competition, no matter what the result is, he must avoid suspicion. Even if he is not convinced, he can only hold back. I think he is a dumb man eating coptis this time - there is suffering Can't tell."

When Gu Yu heard these words, his heart sank suddenly.

The woman sighed: "Hey, it's a pity that they are deserted, especially Mingyue. Everyone paid so much attention when he first transferred to Chinese painting. Now they are all staring at what grades he will get. They think they are the favorites to win the championship. This is a good time." .”

"Even if it's a pity, there's nothing we can do about it. How can there be absolute fairness?" The man said, "Ma Xi's work has been targeted by the sponsor's father. If you like the money, the sponsor must like it and give it a good ranking. The opinions are unanimous." , the contract is negotiated, and everyone is happy."

"Those judges don't know about this, do they?" the woman asked again.

"Who dares to say it everywhere, only Mr. Lin knows, and when the time comes, he will know how to score. His qualifications are not as deep as others, and his prestige has not yet been fully established. If the media and the public are not convinced, they will definitely point their fingers at him. Some people He took the blame for the organizer, we just count the money."

It turned out that there was a shady situation, and the champion was Ma Xi's group, which was only one behind them with high commercial value.There is not much difference between the two, and the organizer can take the gold award away from the group of Leng Qing and Jian Qiao if the judges are shaken a little.

The office door was suddenly opened, and Gu Yu's hands trembled, and he almost lost his grip.

The man looked at him, took a quick look, and suddenly became nervous, and asked vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

Gu Yu quickly replied: "Oh, yes... I'll send the audience rating form."

The man took the watch, thinking that it was a staff member, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief: "After you go out later, let the teacher who plays the audio prepare it, the old Chen's one."

"Okay." Gu Yu nodded, turned and walked outside.

He was completely panicked now, and he didn't know what to do. Leng Qing and Jian Qiao had the highest ratings from the first round, and everyone supported them all the way. They are not No.1.

Perhaps Leng Qing and Jian Qiao didn't particularly care about rankings, but when Gu Yu thought that they didn't get the gold award because it was unfair, he felt sorry for them.

Gu Yu walked out the door, his heart sank to the bottom.

Should I tell them?How will things develop?He didn't dare to think about it.He decided not to talk about it and see what the organizers would do.

When it came to the judges' comments, everyone had good comments on them.Some judges and teachers were overjoyed when they saw this work, some smiled and approved, but in short, they did not see any negative comments.Only the last video comment surprised everyone.

Several dignified teachers at home and abroad recorded a video, and they seemed to have a good evaluation of them, but in the end, the screen went black and an audio began to play.

"Mingyue has not fully gained a foothold in the field of traditional Chinese painting. I think he can further establish his irreplaceable style. The current Shu Mu and Xu Manyi are doing very well..."

A gentle and quiet male voice sounded, it sounded light and full of distance.There was no picture on the screen, only a row of large characters appeared - the evaluation of the famous painter Lao Chen.

Xu Manyi was sitting in the auditorium, and when she heard Teacher Chen praise her, she smiled, but besides this, she didn't quite understand his evaluation of Mingyue.Mr. Chen should appreciate Mingyue very much, and would not openly criticize him in such a big competition.

"Ma Xi's works have a unique style of their own. His appearance is a highlight among contemporary young painters. I believe that one day he will shine brightly and create his own era."

"Big liar!" Gu Yu slapped the chair angrily.He was by his side at the time of this interview, and Lao Chen talked a lot about Jianqiao's advantages before, only to encourage him to establish his own inviolable and exclusive faction at the end.I didn't expect these unscrupulous reporters to edit like this and guide the wind indiscriminately.The later part about Ma Xi was also cut from Lao Chen's previous evaluation of Shu Mu, but in fact, in Lao Chen's heart, Ma Xi's level is definitely not comparable to Shu Mu's.

Jian Qiao and Leng Qing didn't react too much, and they couldn't see the emotional waves. Anyway, they probably reacted in this way when they encountered landslides, tsunamis and earthquakes.

Old Chen's words had more or less an effect. In the final round of scoring, the judges still gave very high scores, but there was a clear tendency to raise Ma Xi's team.

When it came to the last judge, there was a difference of [-] points between the scores of the two groups. The group with the lowest score in Lengqingmingyue was removed, and the group with the highest score in Maxi was removed.However, after a comprehensive calculation, the scores of the Maxi group won by a small margin.

Leng Qing and Jian Qiao looked calm and composed, but Gu Yu couldn't swallow this breath in his heart.The lights on the scene are gorgeous, hitting the winners, gorgeous and brilliant.The one standing under the spotlight is always the only winner. Even though there are thousands of bright red and passionate hearts in the world, they all beat silently in the shadows.

The championship trophy was awarded to Ma Xi, and amidst the applause or dissatisfaction of the crowd, he took down the heavy pride.

The competition came to an end, and the Painting Boat Hall did not win the first prize this time as everyone expected, but it won the silver medal, fortunately, it is not too embarrassing.

When it came to the final interview session, the reporters swarmed up and asked questions one by one.It can be roughly divided into three categories, one kind asks about Ma Xi's mental journey, one kind asks about Leng Qingmingyue's thoughts, and the other kind asks about things that have nothing to do with the competition, such as whether Gu Qianfan's grandson will never set foot on the ground. On the road of Chinese painting.After hearing this, Gu Yu was inevitably embarrassed.

After answering a few questions, a female reporter stood up. She looked capable and heroic, and her brows were determined and wild.She held the microphone and said: "The audio just now sounds incredible. More than one reporter has interviewed Lao Chen. When I interviewed him, what I heard was completely different."

There was an uproar in the audience, the judge Mr. Lin looked at her and smiled politely: "We all heard the audio just now, it can't be faked. And relying on the reporter's one-sided words, it really can't win everyone's unanimous trust .”

The female reporter also smiled, with a bit of sarcasm in her smile, she suddenly took out her mobile phone, pointed the microphone at the speaker, and asked into the phone: "Mr. Chen, what do you think of the result of this competition?" ?”

"...Teacher Chen?" Xu Manyi suddenly raised his head, is it Old Chen?Is it Lao Chen that she misses day and night?Is that Lao Chen who thinks about it during the day and dreams about it at night?

"Did this reporter call Lao Chen!" Chen Fangxu shouted excitedly, wrapped in a blanket, "Did Jiajia hear that?"

"Shhhhh! Shut up!" Yang Jiaqing stared at the TV, "Old Chen is going to talk!"

"I'll go—" Wang Yuanqi shook Chuyang desperately in disbelief, making him dizzy, "What did I hear?!"

"Is there a live connection? Old Chen is actually willing to speak in front of the live broadcast?" Chu Yang also reached out to shake Wang Yuanqi, "Yuan Yuan, I'm a little nervous."

To clarify the facts, the organizer was slapped in the face in 10 minutes?Shu Mu sat in the studio, watched the live broadcast on his mobile phone and laughed, it seemed that there was a good show going on.

"Master!" Yi Xianghan yelled, and gave old man Gu a sharp tug.

"Hahaha——" Gu Qianfan sat on the sofa with a big bag of melon seeds in his arms, and laughed heartily while watching the TV, "You brat Huai Ling——"

Everyone at the scene was dumbfounded and held their breath. Who would have thought that a reporter would stand up and uphold justice?A few seconds of brief silence seemed like years, and each moment made people more and more tense.

After a short pause of a few seconds, Lao Chen's voice came out of the phone, transmitted to the entire venue through the microphone, and transmitted to every mobile phone and every computer that was watching the live broadcast.

"Ma Xi's work is certainly remarkable, but if there is only one work left in this competition, I will choose Deserted and Bright Moon without hesitation."

Lao Chen's voice fell, the phone was hung up, and the audience was silent, falling to freezing point. After a moment of silence, deafening shouts and applause broke out.

Lao Chen has never been very involved in this kind of public appearance activities. He always stays out of the crowd, keeps quiet, and occasionally accepts some worthy interviews.

But like today, talking to reporters at the game site is the first time in history.

The reporters gathered around aggressively again, asking questions in a hurry.It was the female reporter who smiled and turned away from the crowd.

Leng Qing and Jian Qiao also turned around and left the stage, ignoring the disturbance outside.They stood in the background, waiting for Gu Yu to come to them.

Ma Xi walked over with his trophy, stopped in front of Leng Qing and Jian Qiao, and handed the trophy to them.

"I probably know what's going on," Ma Xi smiled. "You guys are more deserving of this trophy than me. In Lao Chen's mind, I wouldn't be ashamed to lose to you."

Leng Qing did not move, still expressionless.Jian Qiao hesitated for a moment, then smiled peacefully, and took the trophy.

"What's yours is yours." Jian Qiao said, handing the trophy to Leng Qing.

Leng Qing held the heavy trophy, feeling a little dazed.Before his thoughts could run too far, he had returned the trophy.

Ma Xi took the trophy and looked down for a while, feeling complicated.

What he wants, what he hopes to get, is of course not the honor that is handed over by others or is not clean.

"By the way, deserted," Ma Xi suddenly remembered, looked at him and said, "Dr. Hao is my mother."

He frowned coldly, moved his fingers, but didn't say anything.

Dr. Hao was the doctor who treated him and prescribed medicine when he was in his hometown in the north.At that time, he was still painting oil paintings, and there were still bright and gorgeous colors in his brushes at that time.Hundreds of flowers contend for beauty, the lights are just lit up, the lights are shining brightly, the late spring and the morning glow...it's nothing to worry about.

"I admire you very much, really." Ma Xi nodded approvingly to him, and turned to Jian Qiao, "Mingyue, I will surpass you in the future."

"I try not to be surpassed by you." Jian Qiao said.

Ma Xi smiled, waved his hand, and turned to leave.

Both of them were very silent. After this farce, neither of them shared any experience.Jian Qiao leaned against the wall, took off his mask and hat, and stood beside him coldly, also standing against the wall, his slender legs stretched casually.

"Aren't you going to tell me?" Jian Qiao asked.

Leng Qing asked: "What are you talking about?"

"Doctor, with you." Jian Qiao said.

After desolately brewing for a while, I don't know how to speak.After thinking about it, I still feel that I should tell Jian Qiao something about myself.He was about to speak when Gu Yu ran over.

"Uncle Huai Ling turned you against the wind-!!!" Gu Yu yelled from a distance, and ran towards them with a smile on his face.

"Lengqing——" Gu Yu yelled, and opened his arms to give him a bear hug, but Leng Qing raised his eyes calmly, scaring him back.Gu Yu withdrew his hand resentfully, and called out again: "Jian Qiao—"

Jian Qiao didn't move, watching him pounce on him with his arms outstretched, and hugged himself tightly.The embrace is very warm, and the embrace of the arms and the firmness of the chest convey a sense of security.

Jian Qiao lowered her head slightly, put her head on his shoulder, and smelled the faint scent of laundry detergent on his body.He raised his arms and hugged Gu Yu's waist.

Leng Laughed without a trace, turned around and walked out of the backstage door.

There was a cold wind blowing outside the venue, and it was icy cold on the face.He turned the corner and walked down the stairs, and sure enough someone was waiting for him.

A middle-aged woman was standing by the side of the road, wearing a simple cotton-padded jacket, her hair was carefully coiled up, she looked more atmospheric, less weathered, holding a dark brown paper bag, saw his figure, and beckoned to him He waved and smiled kindly.

"Long Qing God!" Two girls who looked about ten years old ran over, "Can I sign it?"

Leng Qing was suddenly drawn back to his sight, forced to look at them, nodded, picked up a pen, and signed his name on the album.

"Great God, we will always support you, your painting is great, and it is getting better and better!" the little fan said excitedly.

Leng Qing nodded again, paused, and suddenly smiled at them, "Thank you."

He left them and walked on.

"He laughed...?" The two girls couldn't believe it. Who has ever seen Leng Qing laugh in public?Don't joke, basically they don't even have expressions.

"Although they didn't win the gold medal, the God must be very happy that Lao Chen spoke up to support them." A girl said.The two looked at his back, still whispering something.I can't care about the desertedness.

He is indeed very happy today, everything around him has the urge to raise the corners of his mouth.

He walked up to the woman, stretched out his hand to pin her wind-blown hair behind her ears, and said softly, "Mom, why didn't you tell me when you came?"

Leng Qing's mother grabbed his hand, felt distressed, and blamed him: "Why are your hands so cold? You wear so little, and you don't know how to take care of yourself!"

Leng Qing also shook her hand, but still asked: "Why did you come quietly?"

"I knew my son was promising, so of course he was going to join us," Leng Qing's mother said, "I was afraid that telling you would affect your performance, so I quietly sat in the auditorium and watched. I really don't know how to buy that ticket, so I'd better find it The daughter of Lao Luo’s next door helped me make it.”

"Tell me later, I'll buy it for you." Leng Qing said.

"Okay, okay, you are the most filial." Mom smiled happily, took out a scarf from the paper bag, wrapped it around his neck in circles to accumulate warmth, "it's winter, put the scarf on , don’t catch a cold.”

Gu Yu hugged for a while, said "thank you" and let go.

Jian Qiao pushed him back into his arms all at once, and asked, "Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for drawing me," Gu Yu said, "I really like it."

"Who do you like?" Jian Qiao asked again.

"That painting you drew!" Gu Yu was anxious, "Blue sky, white clouds, green trees, yellow pavilion and me!"

"I know." Jian Qiao smiled and let go of his hand.Just in time, I saw the little grizzly bear Jane was stuffed in his coat pocket, revealing a furry head, as if looking at them.

"Let's go eat something good!" Gu Yu shouted happily, and when he looked up, he found that Leng Leng was gone. He looked around and found no one, so he had to ask Jian Qiao.

"His mother is here," Jian Qiao said, "Go and eat, they may be outside."

Gu Yu nodded, his mood was very clear, he even walked bouncingly: "Jian Qiao, you guys are really good today, when you stand on the stage, you are... dazzling."

Jian Qiao looked at him with a smile on his brows and eyes, and even his tone of voice softened a bit.

"You are also very dazzling. The light in the audience is very dark, and you are the only one who looks the best at a glance."

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