Chapter 1023

Obviously, in the end, Liao chose to follow her heart. This painting is completely different from her previous style.

Liao Meixing had a warm heart style before. Her works were always warm colors, and most of her stories were healing. Therefore, she was widely praised on the Internet and won many supporters.

But this time, her works show the whole dark, whether it is the style of painting or color and the whole story, reveals a kind of... Pei Qingle can't help but frown, is a feeling of depression to despair.

This is not only different from Liao Meixing's style in the past, but also different from the feeling of her whole person.

Pei Qingle, half squinting, looked at the painting carefully. It was a sea, but different from the clear blue, the sea water presented a blue to black color. All the living things in the sea are in the state of dying. The lively fish that can be painted clearly is also covered with black and is on the verge of suffocation.

At the bottom of the picture, there is a little daughter. She looks like she has only one last breath left. She is about to suffocate like those sea creatures. But her face is numb, but her fists are tightly held. It seems that she is struggling to suppress certain emotions.

The more Pei Qingle looked, the more depressed she felt. The more she felt that if this was a work that Liao Meixing wanted to draw from her heart. Then she may not know Liao Meixing at all, because the things depicted in this painting are too heavy.

Then, she looked at the works of the disciples of the he family. It has to be said that at this time, this official person will show the academic school incisively and vividly. The whole painting is very exquisite and perfect, and can't find any fault. But there is the same problem as before, that is, Pei Qingle can't feel the vitality from this painting.

In terms of technique, every painting has no meaning.

Because they were on stage, they couldn't discuss with each other. Pei Qingle looked at the judges and guessed who they would choose. But most of these people are talking to each other, and they don't have any particular preference.

Before the announcement of the results, in order to make the scene more energetic, the organizer invited an official sand painting team to perform the creation process of a sand painting on site. With the soothing music, the tension of the people was alleviated to a certain extent.

Next, it's time for the results to be officially announced.

First of all, the professional judges commented on the two paintings. To Pei Qingle's surprise, only Mr. He and Mr. si all chose Liao Meixing, and the other several praised the perfection of the skills of the disciples of the he family.

Because the professional judges' votes are more precious, the current difference in votes is very dangerous for Liao Meixing.

If the public judge still has such a bias, Liao Meixing will leave the competition today.

At the thought of this, Pei Qingle can't help frowning. From her point of view, Liao Meixing is obviously higher than his disciples in terms of content, style and skills.

So she didn't agree with the opinions of the professional judges.

"Just now the results of our public judges have come out! Let's take a look at this group of confrontation, in the end, who won, who can enter the next round of competition! Now the answer is out! "

With the host's voice, the number quickly pops up on the big screen.

Pei Qingle's heart tugged hard, watching Liao Meixing and his family's disciples vote at the same time, but when they reached the middle, the growth rate of one of them was obviously smaller, while the speed of the other was faster and faster!

"Good! The result of the competition is officially announced. The winner of this time is our Miss Liao Meixing! "

The scene suddenly burst into cheers. Liao Meixing on the stage covered her mouth strangely. Her eyes became scarlet with excitement. She couldn't believe the result she heard.

After the professional judges expressed their opinions, almost all of them felt that she was over this time, and Liao Meixing also thought so.

But in terms of the number of votes of the audience, her vote was twice as high as that of the disciples of the he family, so she won the final victory!

Pei Qingle couldn't help but get excited. This result is what she wants to see! She couldn't help but wave to Liao Meixing, and the other party also quickly walked towards her at the first time, and wept in her arms.

"Anle, I did it. I finally sat down!" Liao Meixing's voice trembled and her red eyes filled with tears.

"Congratulations! You win! Nice win Pei Qingle said excitedly. She rubbed Liao Meixing's head and said with a smile: "don't cry. It's time to enjoy the victory."

The host said with a smile: "as you can see, the victory is hard won, and our Liao Meixing player is also very excited! Now let's ask her to come to the stage and tell her about the award-winning speech! "Pei Qingle gently wiped the tears on Liao Meixing's cheek and whispered, "go ahead, you are great today!"

Liao Meixing took a deep breath and tried to swallow back the tears in her eyes, revealing a proud smile.

She walked slowly to the middle of the stage and watched the cheers of the crowd and Liao Meixing's promotion. These words gave her more power than any imagination.

Those confused and uneasy, those hesitant and frustrated, seem to be accompanied by this victory and have been resolved.

She also got the answer in her heart.

She likes it.

It's not because of the woman's revenge, but as Liao Meixing herself, I like this line, I like the feeling of the brush in my hand, I like to create one after another satisfying works, and I like to hear these cheers and celebrations.

Liao Meixing bowed deeply and said softly, "thank you for your support. I didn't think I would win. But I won, and I will take the next opportunity well, and I will never let you down! "

After a brief speech, the atmosphere reached a peak again.

No one noticed that on the side of the stage, the small body of the disciples of the he family huddled together. She lowered her head and did not dare to show her tearful face.

The reality is that when someone is celebrating victory, someone is tasting defeat.