Rebirth of the Painted Soul

Liang Hanqing stood under the bulletin board, with his head raised, the morning light floated on his fair face, and the expression of surprise was clearly discernible.

He is still on the list, he has not been brushed off!

what does this mean? !

It means that he can continue to move forward, which means that it can continue to participate in the competition.

Qi Heng, who was beside him, had already shifted his gaze to his face, and was looking at him with a smile.

"I haven't been dismissed! I can continue walking!!" Liang Hanqing was stunned for a long time, and when she realized it, her usually calm face was flushed with excitement, and her eyes were as bright as stars.He rushed forward and hugged Qi Hengzhi, so excited that he couldn't add anything, he even ignored the little headache and dizziness when he got up this morning.

His efforts were validated.

His significance is proven.

He can be worthy of life if he lives again.

Excitedly blocking Qi Hengzhi's body, Liang Hanqing's eyes turned red again and again, but she finally suppressed her tears.

Tears are not something to shed now, but something that can only be shed after he truly wins.

Qi Hengzhi stared blankly at the flexible body buried in his arms with both arms in a daze, the furry head rested on his chest, and could be touched by lowering his chin.He was a little stiff, because last night he found that his sexuality was a little abnormal, so he felt a little uncomfortable touching this flexible body today.

Looking at Liang Hanqing's trembling shoulders, Qi Hengzhi hesitated for a while, and wrapped his two slender arms around it.

Liang Hanqing just grabbed Qi Hengzhi's clothes, and he rubbed the originally neat clothes into a ball.It's nice that he can keep going, that he can still compete... that's nice, that's nice!

Liang Hanqing took a few deep breaths to adjust her mood, and let go of the clothes she had been holding on to. Her eyes were still a little red, but her expression was a little serious with excitement.

He knew that this game was really difficult to play. It was much more difficult than the previous few games to clear 200 of the elites with only 190 left.

Liang Hanqing clenched his fists, blue veins were exposed on his wrists, streams of blood jumped out from his heart, and flowed all over his body along these blood vessels. His body was hot, and he had enough enthusiasm and confidence to face it. this game.

Looking up, Liang Hanqing looked at Qi Hengzhi and said, "I can win, right?"

Qi Hengzhi looked at the face of Qing Jun who was close at hand, and suddenly smiled. It was a kind of smile that no one else had ever seen, or this kind of smile had never appeared on Qi Hengzhi's arrogant and handsome face. , it was a gentle, reserved, and slightly encouraging smile, he said: "You have already won! You will win."

The two of them looked at each other, and they had been able to figure out each other's character after a long time together, and they could guess what the other was thinking now.

After looking at each other and smiling, the two scooped up things and rushed to the examination room.

There are only 200 people left, so there are fewer examination rooms.

The examination room was originally a large studio that could accommodate more than [-] people at the same time, but now there are only a little more than half of the people, so it looks a bit empty.

Among the 30 people, there was no one Liang Hanqing knew. He packed his things, calmed down slowly, and waited for the announcement of the exam questions.

The invigilating teachers came in, and this time there were still four of them. One teacher scooped up chalk and wrote the questions on the blackboard, and then walked away gracefully.

Liang Hanqing looked at the exam questions, a little dazed.

They used to take the sketching test in the morning, but this time the questions came out unimaginably. All the candidates were looking around, and some were still staring at the teacher. They all thought that the test questions were wrong.

The commotion of the candidates did not make the teacher raise his eyes, and the four of them continued to move around without stopping.

With full of doubts, these children with a very young average age began to conceive.

Liang Hanqing was also thinking, is there a mistake in this question, or is it deliberately making things difficult, because this time the test question only has two words, five colors.

It is entirely possible for the black-and-white world to show that the artist has colors, but that is only an illusion, because he only has three colors of black, white and gray.

Liang Hanqing turned the pencil and frowned. He felt that this test question should be put in the final, not the current one.

After closing her eyes and thinking for a while, Liang Hanqing started to write.

Five colors are undoubtedly colorful. The three primary colors in the color world are red, yellow and blue. If the original black and white are added, then this is the five colors.

But that's definitely not what the title really means.

Liang Hanqing's hand seemed to be equipped with an automatic control device, moving around with his thoughts.

He first drew a large writing desk, and then drew a window on top, which is sliding.On the table are scattered gadgets, and even tumblers, small figures, and glass beads can be seen.Then there is a large cluster of spider plants near the window, as if you can see the oily green color inside through this painting.Immediately afterwards, Liang Hanqing drew an elegant old man with eyes sitting on a chair with a mischievous smile. His right hand was scooping up a brush, and his left hand was playing with a bamboo grasshopper beside him, like a child.In front of him was a notebook with only half a page written on it.

Liang Hanqing didn't know who he was painting. He just closed his eyes, and the name Wucai gave birth to such a painting.

What he drew was a writer, a very old writer who had written many books for many years.The writer he drew is thinking about the fun of his childhood, the days when even the sun was colorful.

Liang Hanqing has always admired writers and felt kind to them. He has always felt that writing a book is like painting a painting. You need to pay attention to many things. Your thinking, your skills, and your content cannot be monotonous.And every writer and painter always has a flower in his heart, a flower born according to his environment, every writer and painter has different colors.

Liang Hanqing carefully polished every detail of this painting.

The grasshopper is depicted vividly, the fat tumbler makes people laugh, and the swaying osmanthus tree outside the window is vaguely discernible.

Liang Hanqing has completely let go of it now. He went to the bulletin board this morning, thinking that it must be the result that he had expected. He had already given up hope. Unexpectedly, his name was still on it. This was a surprise. An unexpected surprise.

This surprise brought Liang Hanqing not only happiness, but also some realization.

In darkness, there will always be light, and in adversity, there will always be strength.

Putting down the paintbrush in his hand, at the same time, the whistle sounded outside the window, and the game stopped.

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The sky in the afternoon was a little dark, as if it was going to rain.The slightly damp cool wind blows slowly, passes through the tall trees and low bushes, follows the flow of people, and pours into the brown building.

Liang Hanqing and Qi Hengzhi came to the arena after a hasty lunch, but they were still drenched a little.At this time, in the last game of the semi-finals, it started to rain lightly.

"Ah Qing, are you sure you're okay." Hearing Liang Hanqing sneezed again, Qi Hengzhi frowned and asked worriedly.

Liang Hanqing rubbed her itchy nose, shook her head, and said, "I'm fine."

Gradually, there were more people in the corridor, and they were all contestants who came from the hotel.

In the afternoon, the color test starts on time.