Finally settled people in, Shen Chong and Feng Fuxue returned to the stands, intending to stretch their necks to look at Xinxin's situation inside from the upper end of the compartment.

It's a pity he can't see it at all.

Not to mention Xinxin's size, even those children who are six or seven meters old can barely see the top of their heads.

As for the paintings on the easel, they are even more invisible.

This is a deliberate action by the organizer to maintain the fairness of the competition, that is, to avoid the interference of students' parents and tutors in the competition.

As the race officially began, the cameras on the overhead track began to patrol quickly, briefly sweeping the situation in each compartment from top to bottom.

Images began to appear on the big screen, shot from the front, and each child was clearly captured standing or sitting, scratching his ears and cheeks, closing his eyes and contemplating, or looking radiant, or full of blank faces.

The camera shoots from front to back and from top to bottom, so you can shoot the front of the children, but you don't shoot the drawing board into it.

Each child's screen briefly lingers for five to ten seconds, then quickly moves on to the next child's screen.

There are as many as 128 contestants, and each person cycles once, which takes as little as ten minutes and as many as twenty minutes.

Whenever a child's picture was switched, there were parents in the stands who exclaimed with joy.

"That's my baby! Come on! ”

The competition supervisor immediately approached from below, "This student's parent should be quiet, it is strictly forbidden to make loud noises, otherwise you will also affect your child's rating." ”

"Okay, okay, pay attention next time."

Fine art is divided into many fields, which are subdivided into not only brushes, paints, but also countless genres and techniques.

Even if different genres use the same tools to make paintings of the same theme, they may have completely different visual perceptions.

For example, abstraction, realism and many other styles.

However, no matter what kind of genre there is often no distinction between superior and inferior, art is hidden in the details, but it is higher than the details.

Art comes from technique, but the realm of art is higher than technique.

The overall composition and color layout, or the specific combing of each line, are all art.

Just like Chinese painting for a long time, there were only black and white landscape drawings outlined in ink, but who dares to say that the realm of this landscape is lower than that of colorful oil paintings?

The 128 children here learn a variety of subjects, but they are generally concentrated in a few popular genres, with watercolor painting being the most common, followed by oil painting.

It is easy to find a teacher of the Western-style painting school who graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts, and it is difficult to find a master of Chinese painting who can draw the realm with the simplest lines, or if you have money, you can't learn it, and people don't accept it.

Xinxin's learning is more complicated, but it is mainly based on basic skills, but there is no fixed school, and Feng Chuixue did not deliberately guide it.

After all, Shin Shin is only six years old, and it is not conducive to her thinking expansion to be characterized too early, so Shin Shin is now involved in sketching, carbon, watercolor, oil painting, Chinese painting and other aspects.

This is of course a disadvantage in this kind of free-for-all competition.

By the time the camera swept to the eighth child, the baby had already stood up and started to write.

Obviously, he decided on the painting method he wanted to choose from the beginning, and he painted directly according to the scenery he remembered.

As for Xinxin, Feng Chuixue gave her fifteen minutes to think, because she was afraid that she would know too much.

Every child has a choice difficulty syndrome, which becomes more severe the younger the age.

Shen Chong looked up at the children of other families on the big screen, and subconsciously said, "Xinxin shouldn't have any problems, right?" ”

Feng Fuxue was shocked: "How can you not have confidence in her?" ”

"Ahem, I'll just say casually, Shin Shin will definitely win! Certain! ”

He said so, but the blind could see that he was very unconfident.

After about seven or eight minutes, the camera finally swept to Shin Shin's cubicle.

She didn't rush to move, but sat on the small bench, her chin in her hands, and stared straight ahead with a blank gaze, wandering out of the world, not knowing what she was thinking.

On her right hand side are neatly placed paints and brushes, and she holds a pen in her hand, unconsciously twisting the barrel of the pen.

"Poof, as I thought, this little doll can't do it at all."

"It's been almost ten minutes and I haven't started writing yet, what is it like?"

"That Boss Shen is too reluctant, and this heart is too hateful, how can he be willing to put such a small doll there to paint alone, and take it home as soon as possible."

ridicule came and went, or ridiculed Shen Chong, or felt sorry for the child.

Although Shen Chong's hearing was not as good as Liang Zai's, it was also better than ordinary people, and he bit his lip as he listened to the discussion of the surrounding crowd.

He wanted to shout out and encourage Shin Shin.

But in his mind, he remembered the way Xinxin pouted before she went in.

He told himself that maybe I should trust her for once.

I don't do anything.

I choose to believe.

Shin Shin can definitely do it, not because of whose daughter she is.

Because she's Shin Shin!

We participated in this competition in a justified and dignified manner, without any shady scenes, or even the reverse shady scenes.

I have a clear conscience.

Feng Fuxue turned his head to look at this easy-going man who was actually stubborn, and his lips were also tightened.

There's only so much an adult can do for a child.

Before the child walks into the examination room, do all the logistics to help the child adjust to the best learning state and the mentality of the exam.

But as soon as the child steps into the examination room, all that is left for the adults is expectation and nervousness.

Adults can raise their children to adulthood, but they can't help them with exams.

Shen Chong probably understood the mentality of his parents before the college entrance examination.

It's a taste of a kite that gets out of your hands and can't do anything about it, and can only hope that the wind will bring the kite back.

A social science research report once said that when students take the college entrance examination, the most nervous is not the candidates, but the parents of students.

Shen Chong didn't believe it before, he felt that his hands would tremble when he walked out of the examination room, and I must be the most nervous.

But now he believes.

The candidates are busy using their brains, how can they be nervous, and the parents who have nothing to do outside have the feeling of waiting for the verdict to be announced.

Parents are most afraid that their children will cry out, and the quasi-insurance will fail the test and feel that they will not play well.

Parents are also afraid that their children will go out with a grin, which is too relaxed and not taken seriously.

But no matter how much they care about it, parents have to pretend to be very calm, and tell their children not to be nervous, take your time.

Li Hongmu stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Shen, do you want to let those parents be quieter?" ”

Shen Chong understood what he meant, waved his hand and shook his head: "No need, since you have registered, you naturally have to be prepared to meet the gossip." It's all trifles. ”

Before I knew it, the time was twelve minutes, and the camera just finished a circle, and then re-cycled from the first person.

In addition to the parents of students who saw their own babies, most of them inevitably put their minds on the little girl Xinxin.

This is called the focusing effect, and when a large white goose stands in a pile of ducks, the first thing that notices at a glance must be the goose that stands out from the rest.

When I close my eyes, I think about this goose.

Now that's it, the audience and other parents are curious, what will the little girl do when the camera turns this time?

"Huh, what's the situation?"

"Why is that race supervisor standing still there?"

"This is the cubicle of the little girl, right?"

"What is the teacher doing?"

The cameras were still walking slowly, one after the other, but one of the taller game supervisors suddenly appeared out of the blue, attracting everyone's attention.

The competition supervisor must be 1.9 meters tall, but the partition is only 1.8 meters, and his head is completely outside, so that others can see his expression clearly.

At this time, he was opening his mouth slightly, his eyes wide, and he lowered his head and looked down in a daze.

His pupils were dilated, as if he had seen something terrible, and he felt unbelievable.

He has simply become a master of beauty.

What the hell is going on?

This thought came to everyone's mind.

Shen Chong also frowned, and even wanted to turn over and rush into the examination room.

But he endured it, and his heart was as uncomfortable as a cat scratching a mouse.

He was like that, not to mention the others, and a fierce curiosity tormented everyone present.

At this time, Xinxin didn't know that there was an adult standing behind her, she was standing in front of the easel, completely immersed in the canvas, intoxicated by a world in her mind.

She holds four paintbrushes between the five fingers of her left hand and one in her right hand.

At the same time, she has a huge palette of master watercolors neatly arranged on the shelf on her left, and a huge palette on the shelf on her right.

In the past, these chores were done by Shen Chong or Feng Chuixue for her, but today these things have to be self-reliant.

But she didn't complain, she didn't complain, she couldn't even be distracted.

The inspiration surging in her mind like a volcanic eruption fueled her desire to speak and express, and her mind was completely occupied, just wanting to find the most accurate color and express it with the brush in her hand.

The tall competition supervisor was shocked not by the child's skillful color matching, nor by her attentive expression, although this was incredible enough for a six-year-old child.

What really stunned him was the canvas that Shin Shin had already sketched in just two minutes.

In a few strokes, the undulating curves indicate that this will be a majestic mountain.

What a precise line, what a horrific composition.

She didn't actually type the line draft in advance, but wanted to make a picture at one time!

But her hook is so perfect, only a few strokes, although you can only see the outline of the mountains, but the majestic spirit is rushing to the face.

Every famous painter will have his own style, some atmospheric, some delicate.

Some people are good at painting scenes, and they write about the rivers and mountains and the heavenly pool.

Some people are good at painting people, and they carve people's hearts with joy, anger and sorrow.

The strokes on the paper represent the artist's state of mind at that time, and also represent the artist's ideological level when painting.

Some people can see anger, confusion, ambition to swallow the sky, or desperate sadness in famous paintings.

This is the charm of a painting.

The competition supervisor himself is an art professional, a teacher from the Academy of Fine Arts, and his aesthetic appreciation ability is above the level, and he can see the majestic charm from this painting at a glance.

He was simply stunned.

This is a child under the age of six!

But he thought about it again, could it be that she missed the question in advance, and she was prepared?

But when he looked closely, he didn't feel like it.

The painting of the little girl is not a stereotypical imitation and copying, but a real charm.

Form, God, and Mind!

The tall overseer thought to himself, could it be a coincidence?

But the next moment, when Shin Shin began to dot the mountains with trees, he shook his head fiercely again.

It's not a coincidence, but the little girl herself has this level!

That brushstroke, a tree, a mountain is picturesque, it is so lifelike.

The details are simply impeccable!

There is a spirit in the mountains!

The tree has a god!

What's even more terrifying is that her painting is not only accurate, but also fast!

This shows that her thinking is also turning fast, and she has the whole picture in her mind first!

And this whole picture is by no means a simple imitation, the form can be imitated, but the god cannot imitate.

At this moment, the camera finally turned again.

When the big screen clearly showed the focused Xinxin and the stunned high-level superintendent, the Great Hall suddenly burst into an uproar, like boiling water.

Someone sneered, saying that the little girl was drawing peach charms indiscriminately, which scared the superintendent speechless.

But some people secretly exclaimed, not to mention anything else, it is very powerful for a five- or six-year-old girl to be able to do one thing so attentively without an adult.

Feng Fuxue looked up at the big screen and nervously grabbed the corner of her clothes.

She knew that Shin Shin would definitely not scribble, but she couldn't guess what Shin Shin would draw.

She even wanted to grab Shen Chong's arm, but she didn't dare to reach out after all.

Shen Chong didn't say a word, clenched his fists, and his heart beat faster.

He didn't have to win, but he was thrilled to see this kind of concentration on Xinxin's face that he had always dreamed of.

The momentum of the little baby is really like me, that's what it tastes like.

Unlike the other children, the camera stayed above the cell for a full thirty seconds before swishing away.

The director is afraid that he is appreciating the Yan Yi performance of the tall superintendent.

The audience sighed in their hearts, and there was a sense of emptiness and loss.

It wasn't long before the crowd was in an uproar, and the second race supervisor, a young woman, stood up side by side with the tall supervisor to the door of the cubicle, also unmoving.

There are 128 cubicles, a total of 10 competition supervisors, and Shin Shin's small cubicle actually attracted two supervisors!

And that's not all, three minutes later, there was another person!

Two men and a woman brushed together and blocked the door of the cubicle, shoulder to shoulder, hand to hand, forgetting whether men and women kiss or not.

There were audience members wailing, which was also too torturous.

What's going on there?

Everyone else was curious, but Brother Shen calmed down quickly, jumped down from the stands, and hurriedly ran to find someone to appeal.

Don't make trouble with your group of overseers, get together to watch the strange, don't affect my baby's game!