sbdcsierra Chapter 47 Questioning
Chapter 47 Questioning
"The competition offers generous prizes: one gold medal, two silver medals, three bronze medals, and four excellence awards. Who will take home the prizes? Let's wait and see."
"The remaining contestants, along with the forty contestants who unfortunately failed to advance in the first round, will also receive a certificate of honor for the final round in recognition of your courage and talent."
He smiled slightly, his gaze falling on the blank sheets of paper: "The blank sheets of paper on the easel are like chapters yet to be continued, quietly waiting for you to write, create, and depict your own miracles!"
He then enthusiastically announced: "Please proceed to the central easel and take your seats according to the number in the upper right corner of the easel corresponding to your list number."
"The competition will officially begin after we announce the topic. Good luck to all contestants, and let's witness this artistic feast together!"
With the host's introduction finished, the competition officially began.
In the center of the venue, sixty easels were neatly arranged, resembling sixty small art stages, awaiting the wonderful performances of the contestants.
The seats were arranged in a staggered pattern, and the audience's eyes were focused on the center of the venue, as if they wanted to concentrate all their expectations and attention on this moment.
Reporters and photographers carrying long lenses were also closely following every detail of the competition, capturing every exciting moment with their pens and lenses.
The judges sat upright at the front, their eyes revealing professionalism and rigor, while also filled with expectation and encouragement for the contestants.
Jiang Songchu followed the crowd to the center of the venue, her heart beating slightly faster, feeling somewhat excited.
She was number 60, the last one.
She walked lightly to her easel and sat down.
However, at this moment, a series of whispers suddenly broke out in the audience. Although the voices were not loud, Jiang Songchu, with her excellent hearing, still caught some of the doubts and taunts directed at her.
"That little girl looks only fifteen or sixteen years old, right? How could she possibly make it into the preliminary rounds?" a sharp voice rang out.
"Who knows? Maybe they got in through some connections," another person chimed in.
"Look around, most of the people there are middle-aged. She looks so out of place!" someone remarked.
"I didn't even make it to the preliminary rounds, so why does she?" a dissatisfied voice rang out.
"Why isn't he learning anything good at such a young age? Maybe he's hired someone to draw for him," someone else speculated.
These doubts were like sharp blades, and Jiang Songchu silently snorted in her heart without refuting them.
He simply took a deep breath and focused his attention on the upcoming match.
The judges heard these questions, and the host quickly used the microphone to calm the audience: "Please be quiet, everyone. Our judges are about to announce the question. Please be patient so the contestants can hear it clearly. Thank you for your cooperation!"
As the host finished speaking, the noise in the room gradually subsided.
Old Bao sat in the center of the judges' panel. He slowly stood up, his eyes sharp and his voice steady and powerful: "After discussion among the judges, the topic for the first round of the competition is—'Dreaming Back a Thousand Years, Tracing the Roots with Brush and Ink'."
"Next, please begin drawing. Time's on!"
Old Bao's words were like a clarion call, and the competition officially began.
Upon hearing the topic, everyone fell into deep thought and contemplation. Some quickly found inspiration and began to write; while others frowned, struggling to find a starting point.
Jiang Songchu's thoughts were in turmoil. She closed her eyes, and countless scenes flashed through her mind: the prosperity of the golden age of Tianrong, the elegance of the ancient pavilions, the tranquility of the ancient landscapes...
These images intertwined and collided in her mind, inspiring her creative ideas.
However, she did not rush to write.
Her gaze darted back and forth between the drawing paper and the image in her mind, searching for the perfect point of convergence.
Time passed second by second, and everyone began to pick up their brushes and paint, but Jiang Songchu remained sitting there quietly, staring at the blank paper, hesitant to make a move.
Some murmurs began to emanate from the field again.
"Why isn't this girl writing anything? Did she not understand the question?"
"Sure enough, it's good to have connections. Even if you don't know anything, you can still get a certificate through back channels," someone said sarcastically.
Grandpa Xie was also a little anxious, worried that his granddaughter might miss the best opportunity to create due to nervousness.
Although he believed in his granddaughter's ability and talent, and was confident that she would create amazing works.
He knew the time was tight for the competition, but seeing that his granddaughter still showed no signs of starting to write, he couldn't help but feel worried.
However, at that moment, Jiang Songchu finally picked up his pen.
Her pen tip danced lightly on the paper, like a dancer gracefully moving on a stage.
The other participants around them were also immersed in their creative world, and their works gradually revealed clear outlines and colors.
Their brushstrokes, whether light or heavy, delicate or unrestrained, all interpreted their understanding and pursuit of art in their own way. The entire competition venue seemed to have become a huge artistic magnetic field, attracting everyone's attention and hearts.
Time passed second by second, and Jiang Songchu's works gradually presented an amazing effect.
Because she was located at the very back of the venue, the surrounding audience couldn't actually see what she had painted.
Her hand moved incredibly fast, each stroke precise and powerful, without wasting a single second.
Finally, at the moment the bell rang, she put down her paintbrush.
Jiang Songchu breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on her face.
She looked at her painting with satisfaction, her heart filled with a sense of accomplishment and pride.
"Thank you for your hard work, everyone!"
The host announced, "Now, please return to your seats for a short break. We will be displaying the paintings one by one, and the judges will score and comment on them. The finalists will then be selected!"
Subsequently, the first contestant's painting was carefully carried to the stage behind the judges' table, and the painting was enlarged on a projection screen for everyone to appreciate.
At the scene, several judges sat upright, intently examining the ink paintings meticulously created by the contestants.
The judges began to critique each contestant's artwork. Their comments were professional and insightful, pointing out the strengths and highlights of the works while also offering suggestions and directions for improvement.
Each piece is unique and distinctive, like a window to different art worlds, showcasing the participants' unique artistic pursuits and superb skills.
What first catches everyone's eye is a meticulously detailed landscape painting.
In the picture, the majestic mountain peaks rise into the clouds, surrounded by mist, as if draping the peaks in a mysterious veil.
The babbling brook and the sound of water echoed in my ears, like the music of nature.
The trees are lush and layered, each leaf meticulously crafted, as if you could smell the fresh air of the mountains and forests.