He Chuqing said quickly: "It's the registration for the national painting competition, the 'Spring Recovery Cup', a large-scale competition that will be held every spring. As Brother Stardust told us before, although I didn't think I had much hope, he encouraged me to sign up. ”

Lin Qianyu is very interested in this competition.

It's just that she doesn't know how to participate.

He Chuqing continued: "I'll send you a web address, you can take a look, it's written very clearly!" ”

"Okay, thank you!"

After hanging up the phone, He Chuqing quickly sent Lin Qianyu the website about the game.

Lin Qianyu opened it and looked at it.

This competition is very influential in the country, and a large number of people participate in it every year, and it is also the largest painting competition in the country.

The competition is divided into three processes, the first step is to register online and submit a work that you are good at.

After a review by professionals, 200 of the best paintings were selected.

The 200 selected people will go to the city where the organizer is located to participate in the on-site preliminary competition.

Then, after a live competition, forty places were selected to participate in the final round.

The top 10 finishers will receive prizes and trophies, and will also receive the award ceremony on TV. Those with excellent performance will even be targeted by colleges and universities in advance, and if they are lucky, they will be admitted exceptionally.

After Lin Qianyu finished reading it, he began to rummage through the cabinets to find the works he could get his hands on before.

But looking left and right, she still didn't feel satisfied, so she prepared to paint a new one.

But I don't know why, after she put up the drawing board, she sat there, but she was always restless, and she couldn't draw properly.

I painted it all day in a row, but it was all waste.

Lin Qianyu scratched her hair in some pain, and the paint was all over her face, and she walked around the room irritably, feeling that she couldn't paint the feeling she wanted.

In desperation, Lin Qianyu took out his mobile phone and called Luo Xingchen.

She hadn't been in contact with Luo Xingchen for a long time.

Receiving her call, Luo Xingchen looked a little surprised.

His voice was still as elegant and beautiful as ever: "Thousand feathers? Is there something wrong? ”

Lin Qianyu was a little embarrassed to ask his own question: "Luo Xingchen, I came to you because of that painting competition, I feel that I can't draw well, in this state, there is no way to compete, what should I do!" ”

Luo Xingchen's voice came slowly, like the clearest stream in the mountain stream: "Don't worry, maybe it's because you're under too much pressure, with your strength, it's no problem." ”

"I just can't draw!"

"Send me a clear picture of what you drew today, and I'll take a look."

In order to ensure that the quality of the painting is not blurred, Lin Qianyu deliberately took a DSLR to take an ultra-high-definition photo, and then sent it to Luo Xingchen.

After almost ten minutes, Luo Xingchen replied to her on WeChat-

Qianyu, I've seen your paintings, and today's paintings, compared to your previous ones, really don't feel right.

Lin Qianyu replied anxiously: What should I do then? Should I give up this game?

As soon as she sent out this message, Luo Xingchen's phone called.

He said: "It's not your character to give up so easily, I feel that you should be too impetuous lately, and you can't devote yourself to painting." ”

"What should I do? I couldn't calm down. ”