Pamper Eighties

"Well, that's my painting there."

Zhao Jiajia looked in the direction Mengmeng pointed, and was stunned again.

That picture was hung in the first row. This position has always been used for the display of the best works. Even if Zhao Jiajia was killed, I didn't want to believe that Mengmeng's painting could actually be hung in the first row.

She angrily walked over to look at it. It turned out to be an oil painting. What are these paintings? They are too childish. Even three-year-old children can draw better than her.

Zhao Jiajia was very unconvinced. How could this kind of thing get the first place at the provincial level, but the noble and elegant ink painting she drew was placed in the back.

"Blind cats are lucky when they meet dead mice."

Zhao Jiajia walked back and said, "You wait for me, I must beat you hard in the next game."

Mengmeng wasn't angry at all, she looked at Zhao Jiajia with a smile, as if she was some kind of clown jumping beams, and also humiliated her: "What's the use of talking about this, if you have the ability to see the real chapter on the field, see if you win or me Won."

"Hmph, just wait and see!"

Zhao Jiajia left, she went to find her friends, they were from the same school, and they all came to participate in this competition.

The female classmate watched the whole process, and persuaded Zhao Jiajia to say, "That's the Feng Yumeng you mentioned to me? It doesn't look that good. You've been talking to her for so long, and you've lost your share."

Zhao Jiajia turned in Mengmeng's direction, rolled her eyes and said, "I just can't stand her, a country bumpkin, but I dare to imitate others, wait, when she loses the game, I will laugh at her. You can't go to her grandma's house."

Zhao Jiajia said this very seriously, but it's not certain who is laughing at who.

The officials of this competition took it seriously and made it very grand. Not only did they invite many famous artists in the painting and calligraphy circles, but they also invited the hosts of CCTV.

"Have you seen the camera? Is someone broadcasting live?"

Madam Feng saw the camera in front of the stage with sharp eyes, and immediately looked around, wanting to see where the photographer went.

Old man Feng guessed: "It shouldn't be a live broadcast. I haven't heard it before, but it may also be recorded and broadcast on TV later."

"Stop talking, Mengmeng is about to start the game." Chang Huaide's voice reminded him.

Mengmeng left just now and went to the backstage, where they checked their identities, received drawing paper and paint, and when they came out, they were going to paint on the spot.

Dozens of small painters, each sitting behind the easel, were busy drafting drafts, and some did not hesitate to splash ink on the paper. It can be seen that these people are well prepared.

Mengmeng didn't panic. She thought that the theme this time was "autumn". She had seen autumn a lot, and she could draw a picture just by picking up a pen.

For the sake of safety, she chose to use ink and water to describe the artistic conception of autumn.

I saw her squinting her eyes slightly, and when she opened it again, there was no longer any hesitation. She held the brush and opened and closed it on the paper. She didn't even need to think about it, she just painted with ink.

Her hand trembled slightly, leaving a few strokes, which were clouds. Then carefully outline the mountain, steep and precipitous. The green pines growing in knots on the mountain are so rough and indulgent. On the other side of the mountain is the sea of ​​clouds, and there are wild geese above the white clouds, which is a beautiful autumn scenery.

The judges at the scene patrolled among the students, and when they came behind Mengmeng, they could not help but nodded secretly.

They all know that the most difficult part of ink painting is to sway on the spot. Chinese painting is about artistic conception, and skills are indispensable. However, the competition time is so tight that ordinary players dare not choose Chinese painting easily. , it's really not worth it.

So many of the students here, they draw sketches, watercolors, etc. It's easy and fun, but what's new in those?

Mengmeng's ink painting shows her coming.

The judges and teachers stood behind her and refused to leave. They hadn't seen such spiritual brushstrokes for a long time. Look at this foundation, without the foundation of more than ten years, I can't get it down at all, but how old is this girl, did she start learning painting from her mother's womb?

The judges exchanged glances and admired each other.

When Mengmeng put her stamp on the drawing paper, one of the judges couldn't help but ask her, "Your name is Feng Yumeng, right? Which master did you learn from?"

Mengmeng smiled politely, stood up and said, "Hello, teacher, I'm Feng Yumeng. My master's name is Chang Huaide. He's here too, over there."

"Oh, it turns out to be a regular, no wonder."

This judge actually knew Chang Huaide. The cultural circle in Beijing is so big. Chang Huaide has studied with that famous person before. They all know it. Ah, all taught to this little apprentice.

"Okay, Lao Chang is here too, right? After the game is over, we'll invite him out again and have a good discussion."

This judge joked with the other judges beside him, took another deep look at Mengmeng, and walked back to his seat with his hands behind his back.

Mengmeng and the other little players also returned to their seats and sat down, waiting for the results of the competition to be announced.

There is also an award for the paintings made on site this time, which is called the Most Outstanding Creativity Award. To win this award is also an affirmation of painting skills, so everyone is looking forward to it.

The host on the stage was joking and joking again, and he was talking about everything, and the appetite of the big guy was hung up, and he finally said slowly: "Then now, let's do it. Announcing the Most Outstanding Creative Award."

He opened an envelope, smiled brightly and said, "The one who won the Most Outstanding Creativity Award is Feng Yumeng!"

"Her painting "Hongyan Knowing Autumn" has far-reaching ideas and skillful brush and ink. In a short period of time, she has completed an ink painting with exquisite composition, which is really rare. After the judges and teachers, she scored 96 points. , and then remove the highest score and the lowest score, the overall score is 94 points, which is the highest score in this painting group competition."

"Now let's congratulate Feng Yumeng. She used her wonderful painting skills to show us the spirit of contemporary young people's hard work and innovation. This award is presented to you. I hope you will continue to work hard and reach new heights!"

There were rounds of applause at the scene, the cute grandparents, her master and brother Rui, they were about to smash their hands, and they were so excited.

The old man Feng also hurriedly raised the camera and said, "I almost forgot to take a picture. Seeing how promising we are, I will take a picture of her."

Those students who participated in the competition also applauded sincerely. They are also people who learned to draw. Of course, they can see the difference from Mengmeng's paintings and are convinced by the result of this competition.

Only one person, not so convinced.

Zhao Jiajia originally planned to see Mengmeng lose and laugh at her for the first time, so she chose the position behind Mengmeng. When the host announced that the winner was Feng Yumeng, Zhao Jiajia was dumbfounded.

how is this possible? ! How could it be her? ! ! Why is she? ! ! !

Zhao Jiajia shouted in her heart, she clenched her fists, her lips were about to turn white from her bite, her eyes were spitting fire, she stared at Mengmeng on the stage, wishing to burn her and the trophy.

She was so jealous that she stood up straight, and immediately everyone in the audience looked at her, and even the photographer in front turned the camera to face her.

Zhao Jiajia's face turned red, and then she realized that something was wrong, she quickly covered her face with her hands, and sat back down, not daring to take her hands off even if she died.

She can do it in private, but if she does it in public, the elders in her family will know and tear her apart.

But in this way, Zhao Jiajia is still full of unwillingness. Why, why, why let that Feng Yumeng get the Most Outstanding Creativity Award.

Look at the little one she went to accept the award, she laughed so proudly, it was really hateful, she laughed and laughed, Zhao Jiajia was jealous, she wished she could smash Feng Yumeng's trophy.

She felt that the other party's smile was mocking her, a mockery of her overreaching.

If it weren't for waiting for the next big prize, Zhao Jiajia wouldn't want to stay here any longer.

She cheered herself up and said: What's there to be proud of? A small trophy, but also embarrassed to be so proud? Sure enough, he is a native of the country, with shallow eyelids, and he is so proud of himself when he gets a little good stuff.

Later, when Zhao Jiajia won the first place, she will laugh at Feng Yumeng, and see if she dares to be proud.

The final selection of the competition is still based on the works submitted before. Letting the contestants paint on the spot is just to prevent cheating and prevent those who have no real materials from taking other people's works to the top.

Therefore, when the host opened an envelope again, everyone knew that the real highlight was about to begin.

"The third place is, do you want to know?"

The host drank everyone's appetite, and then said with a chuckle: "Xie Hede from Huangshan, Anhui, he used his work "Huangshan Rocks" to illustrate the essence of the new Huangshan school of painting..."

The host continued to talk incessantly, and Zhao Jiajia didn't have the heart to listen to the latter words.

She lost the third place, and she felt a little disappointed, but she was more fortunate. She comforted herself that it was all right, she must have gone up from the third place.

When the host announced the second place, it was not her, Zhao Jiajia felt a little uneasy, but she still gloated, thinking that the surname Feng must have no share, and the first place must be her Zhao Jiajia.

The exciting moment has finally arrived.

The host picked up the last excitement and refused to open it for a while, and said with a bad smile to the audience: "Let's guess, who won the first place in this competition, Li Xiyue from Shaanxi? Or is it Zhao Jiajia from Beijing? Or is it Feng Yumeng, the winner of the Outstanding Creativity Award just now?"

Every time he said a name, a piece of work appeared on the big screen behind him, and the name was marked at the bottom.

I have to say that the works that can be selected for the screen are all well drawn, and each one has its own characteristics.

For example, Zhao Jiajia's ink painting is finished, and it looks like the same thing, but compared with Mengmeng's painting, it is much inferior. Because Mengmeng's paintings are really eye-catching.

All the people present were attracted by Mengmeng's colorful painting when they visited before. The content in the painting looked very simple, but they just had an indescribable love.

Now everyone is guessing: "Who will win the prize? I guess it's Feng Yumeng. Look at how good-looking that girl is. She is beautiful and beautiful, and the pictures she draws make people happy."

Someone next to him echoed, "Yes, I remember when I was an educated youth in the past, there was nothing to eat at that time, and the village received food, and we educated youth were the happiest, running faster than those fellow villagers. The little boy in the painting is the same."

"Did you hear that, they're all complimenting us on our cuteness."

Madam Feng pricked up her ears and listened to the big guy's compliments to Mengmeng, happier than complimenting herself.

"It's not obvious that they have the vision." Old Man Feng grinned, and said it with pride and pride. Anyone who has a granddaughter in his family who is as promising as his Mengmeng will be as proud as him.

"When my sister gets the prize, we have to go out to celebrate." Brother Rui had already arranged Mengmeng's celebration party before the results were announced.

"That's necessary. We all have to thank the old principal for teaching Mengmeng for so many years." Su Wan also said very happily next to her.

Everyone craned their necks, waiting to hear the host announce who is the rising star in the painting world, only Zhao Jiajia with a dark face.

The host was chattering, and finally opened the envelope, he glanced at it, and pretended to be incredulous and said, "I'll announce the winner of the 11th National Youth Painting and Calligraphy Art Competition, who is the champion of the painting group? "

"Feng Yumeng!"

"She showed us the reality of the vast countryside with the heart of a child. The little boy running in the picture is the epitome of the rural youth in the new era, and also the epitome of the whole Chinese children. The flowers are the hope for the future."

"The countryside in the new era is no longer as full of vigor and vitality as it used to be. In this field of hope, children will pursue their dreams to the fullest and realize a bright future. Let's run, in hope on the field!"

The big guys applauded enthusiastically. When they saw the painting, they only thought it was good, but they couldn't tell what the good thing was. Now, after listening to the host's words, they finally realized it.

Oh, it turns out that the feeling of that painting is hope, vitality, vigorous vigor, upward bravery, tireless pursuit, and the expression of all the beautiful words.

The host was very satisfied with this effect, and he continued on the stage: "Feng Yumeng is invited to come up to accept the award. All awards for this competition will be notarized by the Beijing Notary Public Office to ensure fairness, justice and openness. A friendly game is also a victory game, let us congratulate the champion of this competition, Feng Yumeng with warm applause!"

"Papapapa..." Everyone present stood up, and they did not hesitate to use their applause to express their support and love for Feng Yumeng.

It's so rare, what kind of girl can she draw such a profound picture.

They all widened their eyes and tried their best to look at the champion on the stage, only to see that she was neither arrogant nor impetuous, with a smile on her face, she politely accepted the award from the judges, and her smile was sweeter than a flower.

The family group under the stage, let alone the ecstasy, they wanted to jump up on the spot and laugh at it for three days and three nights, but everyone was staring at it. hold back.

The old couple of the Feng family, bathed in the envious eyes of everyone, smiled very reservedly. They are not mud legs now, but the grandfather and grandma of the little artist. They must also have an artistic flavor, so they both held it hard and put on a pose. "It's not that great" look.

When the surrounding parents saw it, they all praised: "Look at this family, they have won the award and they are so humble, it shows that this award is nothing to others. Who the **** is this, who has cultivated such an outstanding child The painter is coming?"

When Old Man Feng and Old Madam Feng heard this, they restrained their chins, raised their lips slightly, and smiled more and more elegantly.

Brother Rui looked at Mengmeng on the stage, a glint of intoxication flashed in his eyes, and said to himself, "Sister, you are really good."

This is his sister, he is so proud, Brother Rui is honored.

All the people didn't see Zhao Jiajia's face. She looked like a dead person. She had a pale face and couldn't accept the result of this competition.

Even though she painted so well and prepared so well, she didn't even get a consolation prize. This tragic ending is the best irony for her.

Zhao Jiajia's heart finally broke, and regardless of anyone around her, she cried "Wow" on the spot.

A matriarch next to him said, "Look at this, obviously I lost the game, I'm crying here."

The matriarch couldn't stand it any longer, so she quickly comforted her and said, "There's nothing to cry about, girl, my child didn't win the award either. It doesn't matter. After learning from the experience, let's compare again next time. It's the same."

Zhao Jiajia raised her head suddenly, wiped a handful of tears and said, "It's none of your business, I'll cry for me, and I want you to take care of it."

The matriarch was suddenly choked by her, of course not happy.

She curled her lips and said to the person next to her, "This girl looks like she's taken gunpowder. I kindly persuade her not to listen. With this quality, it's no wonder she can't win the award."

"That's right, I heard it too." The people around looked at Zhao Jiajia with strange eyes.

Zhao Jiajia's nose was crooked with anger, she glared back angrily, but in the scornful eyes of the big guy, she suddenly felt very ashamed, stood up angrily, rushed out of the door and walked over.

The gatekeeper saw the nameplate hanging on her neck, and quickly stopped her and said, "Contestants, your paintings will be returned to you..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Jiajia shouted angrily: "I don't want it anymore, throw it in the trash for me."

She is gone, no one cares about her, everyone is complimenting Mengmeng around her.

The judge teacher said: "Feng Yumeng, your paintings are very spiritual. I don't think they are traditional Western oil paintings. You also added your own things, didn't you?"

Mengmeng said a little embarrassedly: "You found out the teacher, I think the oil painting is too heavy, so I drew the sketch first, and then filled in the oil painting bit by bit, I want this painting to look a little more colorful. , a little more intensely."

"Well, very good, very thoughtful." The judges touched their chins, obviously agreeing.

Madam Feng took the opportunity to say, "My granddaughter has been learning to draw since she was five years old. We live in the countryside, no one in the family knows how to draw, and she is not restricted by her, she is allowed to play by herself. Teacher, my granddaughter Is she really good at drawing?"

The judges said professionally: "Of course, she is called God's food, she is born with this talent. Skills are easy to learn, talent is not so easy to have, this is the most rare."

He exchanged glances with his colleagues, and he came forward and said, "That's right, we have another purpose in this competition, which is to select some outstanding children's works and send them to the United Nations to participate in the International Children's Painting Competition. How about it? ? Would you like to send this painting of your granddaughter to the competition?"

The people of the old Feng family were stunned.

The judges raised their eyebrows and said, "Why, don't you want to?"