ASTNovels Chapter 411 A dead end?
Chapter 411 A dead end?
There was warm applause from the audience, and the host waited for the applause to subside before saying: "It sounds a bit sad, no wonder I feel sad when I see your work."
Yes!
Not only the host felt this way, but the audience in the live broadcast also felt this way when they saw Song Weiwei's final product. Sometimes art can convey the mood of the creator.
For example, a work, a painting, a song.
The most successful point of Song Weiwei's work is that she puts her own feelings in it, whether it is the national flower theme last time or the free proposition this time.
Her "Peony" blooms gorgeously, just like her motherland, which is developing vigorously. Its beauty and strength will eventually be seen by the world, and thus love, admire and fall in love with it.
But her "The Crow Feeds Back" expresses her personal feelings. She has experienced life and death, and the phoenix reborn. There are too many stories in her life, so she carved such a touching and sad work as "The Crow Feeds Back".
Under the light, the young crow is feeding the old crow. The feathers of the crow are carved so vividly that it seems to be alive. The young crow is watching the old crow with focused and sad eyes.
This work is very good in terms of sculpture and emotion. Several judges gave high marks. After the final score, her work got the current highest score of 241.35 points, and her ranking rose from third to second.
After the scoring was over, Lin Yu failed to submit the work, and the competition scored zero. She had no hope of winning the prize, and her heart was full of resentment.Knowing that Song Weiwei won the highest score in this competition, she felt even more resentful.
Everyone left the exhibition hall one after another, but Song Weiwei was stopped by someone. She turned her head, and Suzuki Koizumi stood behind her, "Miss Song, congratulations!"
Song Weiwei said humbly, "It's just a fluke."
Although she came to win the championship, her opponents were all strong. This time she only beat Suzuki Koizumi by 1 point, so she did not take it lightly.
Suzuki Koizumi smiled slightly, "You are too modest, Miss Song, the competition is over, can I invite you to Tokyo to see my studio?"
Suzuki Koizumi has never issued such an invitation to anyone. He has a long-standing international reputation, even if he fails to win the championship this time, it will not have much impact on him.
However, he admired Song Weiwei, her talent and emotional intelligence, and also thought the girl's arrogant appearance was funny, so he couldn't help but want to know her more.
Song Weiwei raised her eyebrows, "Thank you Mr. Suzuki for the invitation, but I may not have the opportunity to go to Tokyo for the time being."
"Miss Song is rejecting me?" Suzuki Koizumi still had a gentle smile on his face.
Song Weiwei said indifferently: "The studio left by my master still needs me to take care of it. After the competition is over, I will rush back to Jiangcheng. If I have a chance in the future, I will definitely visit Mr.'s studio."
"Then I'll wait for you in Tokyo." Suzuki Koizumi said.
Song Weiwei nodded, she turned and left the exhibition hall, the smile on Suzuki Koizumi's face disappeared behind him, and he quietly looked at Song Weiwei's back.
How long has it been since he encountered such a well-matched opponent?
At the end of the second game, the ranking has changed. Alberto still occupies No.1, 4 points behind Song Weiwei. In the last game, she needs to perform exceptionally to win the championship.
And when she returned to the room, she heard the staff say that Lin Yu had retired, she frowned, but her heart did not fluctuate much.
Over the years, she has learned sculpture from Master Mu Yi, so she has naturally dealt with other senior brothers and sisters.
To her, Lin Yu is just a stranger she has met a few times, so it is reasonable for her to attack her and prevent her from winning the championship.
After all, they are in the same division. If she wins the award and Lin Yu does not, her reputation will definitely be affected after returning to China.
Now that she retired midway, it was better than losing the game directly.
"Miss Lin has a letter for you." The staff handed her a letter, Song Weiwei took it, hesitated several times, but finally did not open it.
She picked up the lighter and lit the letter. As the letter paper turned to ashes, she thought that the relationship between her and Lin Yu as a teacher and sister ended here.
At the end of the second game, the organizer gave the contestants a one-night vacation, and a relaxing reception was prepared in the banquet hall downstairs, so that everyone could get to know each other.
Song Weiwei wanted to gain a foothold in this industry in the future, so naturally she couldn't lock herself in the room, even if she was very tired and just wanted to have a good sleep.
She changed her clothes and put on light makeup. She looked much more energetic. She was wearing a sky blue silk dress, which was a very everyday style, and she would not look grand when attending a reception.
As soon as she went out, she saw Li Baihan standing at the door.
He delivered the three meals for the past few days, but she was too tight on time, and often took the plate and went back to the room, and had no time to talk to him at all.
Seeing him now, he looked more haggard than her, with heavy dark circles, as if he hadn't had a good rest for a long time.
Song Weiwei's eyes lingered on his handsome face for a few seconds, then she walked towards the elevator, "Have you not slept recently?"
Li Baihan subconsciously raised his hand and wiped his face, "It's okay."
Song Weiwei squinted at him, "You look worse than me, the second match is over, you should take a good rest."
Li Baihan smiled, "I'm fine."
Song Weiwei stood in front of the double doors of the elevator, stretched out her hand and pressed the down button. While waiting for the elevator, she turned slightly and looked at him, "Have you found the mastermind of the night attack?"
Li Baihan shook his head, "Not yet, the man caught by the police refused to disclose the existence of the dark net to death, he is a nail that is difficult to remove."
Song Weiwei tilted her head, as if she was thinking, "Those people are here for you, think about it, who wants your life?"
Li Baihan said: "Think about it, but there is no evidence, Song Song, don't think about it, don't affect your competition."
Song Weiwei replied, "I didn't think about it. During the competition, I only thought about how to complete the work, so I just asked along the way."
"That's good." Li Baihan's eyes darkened, obviously he told her not to think about it, but when she really didn't think about it, he couldn't help feeling disappointed.
In her heart, he may have no place at all.
When the elevator arrived, Song Weiwei walked in, seeing that he was about to follow in, she said flatly: "There will be a reception tonight, you go back and rest, I won't run around."
Li Baihan paused, "Don't you want me to accompany you?"
Song Weiwei shook her head, "No, I can do it by myself."
The hotel has already been cleaned by him, it is impossible for the killer to mix in, she should be safe.
Li Baihan frowned slightly, and finally agreed to let her go to the banquet alone.Watching the elevator go down, he pressed the elevator next to him and returned to the presidential suite on the top floor.
Seeing him coming back alone, Jiang Huai looked behind him, "President Li, where is Secretary Song, why didn't she come up with you?"
After all, he looked at the elaborate arrangement in the room, and the cake that he had made for her for hours to celebrate.
Li Baihan frowned, "Jianghuai, send someone to watch in the banquet hall."
Jiang Huai understands, Secretary Song is currently ranked second, and if there is no suspense, the top three is stable, but some opponents who don't want to rely on legitimate competition can't help but feel malicious towards her.
But in this kind of competition with high gold content, the players will try their best to climb up, and if they are not capable enough, they will think of other crooked ways.
Naturally, there are also some players who disdain to do these small tricks, because in their hearts, character is always more important than trophies.
Alberto and Suzuki Koizumi are such glorious people.
Alberto is Italian, and he has romantic genes in his bones. Song Weiwei had never talked to him before, and it was only then that he realized that he spoke Chinese very well.
Moreover, he is a handsome man who loves food.
Alberto has blond hair and very beautiful lake green eyes, very much like the Sherlock Holmes actor in the crime-solving movies she has seen, and his skin is radiantly white.
The two congratulated each other, and Alberto said: "I once traveled to country C for a month, and I lived in city C for that month. Every day I felt that I should leave, but when I thought of the food in city C, I And I can't bear to leave, look at my stomach, it's the food I ate in C City."
Song Weiwei looked down, and she saw a big belly that didn't match Alberto's appearance. She couldn't help but hear Alberto say, "You look so pretty when you smile!"
This is a compliment.
Song Weiwei suppressed her smile, "Thank you!"
Alberto saw her return to indifference, his eyes were full of curiosity, "Miss Song, when I read your works, I thought you should be a person with rich emotions, but after getting in touch with you, I found that you often have no emotions .”
Song Weiwei raised her eyebrows, "Really?"
"Actually, you should smile more. Don't you have a saying that you should smile when you are ten years old?" Alberto suggested sincerely.
Song Weiwei glanced at him and said, "Then you definitely don't know, we often talk and laugh too much and our eyes will get wrinkles."
"Huh?" Alberto seemed to have heard it for the first time, "Are wrinkles terrible?"
"It's scary, it's a sign of aging." Song Weiwei babbled nonsense, she wasn't afraid of getting wrinkles, but that there were too few things that would make her happy.
And she didn't want a stranger to know her heart.
Alberto looked at her thoughtfully, "It may be impolite to tell you this, but I think you are always covered with a veil, and you don't want others to pry into your heart, Miss Song, you want others' sincerity, You have to open your heart first.”
Song Weiwei's eyes flickered slightly, she looked away, and took a sip of her wine, "Really?"
Alberto said: "I don't know what happened to you and what you have experienced, but to live, you must first make yourself happy, otherwise what is the point of our life?"
Song Weiwei looked at him. Alberto was enthusiastic and cheerful. His works, like himself, gave people hope and sunshine, and were always full of positive energy. This is one of the reasons why he could get high scores in the two competitions.
And she is just the opposite of him, whether it is "Peony" or "The Crow Feeds Back", in fact, when she sculpts, the emotion she pours into is never positive.
When carving "The Crow Feeds Back", she felt more regret and sadness in her heart.
"Try to open your heart and accept the people around you, and you will be happy." Alberto finally said to her.
The reception was not over yet, but Song Weiwei left early. Spring had passed, and the evening breeze on the balcony lifted her skirt.
She looked at the lights in the night and felt confused for a moment. In the past seven years of being hurt by love, she looked like a normal person, but in fact she had already closed her heart.
Don't love, don't get hurt, never really open up, even to family members.
So all these years, she has never felt happy.
but.
Is she so wrong?
She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes had returned to clarity. She would not be shaken, even if she could not get happiness, at least she would not be hurt again.
*
Miao Yiren has been going crazy recently, she wakes up every night in the morgue, even if she is not afraid of the dead, nor is she afraid of those creepy and weird music, but she still feels unlucky to spend the night with the dead.
When she woke up in the ward during the day and reported the situation to the doctors and nurses on duty, they all thought she was making trouble for no reason.
She called the police, and the police came and took notes, but nothing happened.
Then she understood that someone was deliberately trying to punish her, and she wanted to go through the discharge procedures, but the doctor refused to do it for her on the grounds of her health.
However, she had no money, no ID card, and she couldn't even stay in a hotel after she was discharged from the hospital. She lived in the hospital, and the medical expenses that Li Xiaoran had previously saved could last for a while.
But she was about to be driven mad by those dead people.
Until one day, she saw the live broadcast of Song Weiwei participating in the competition on her mobile phone, which happened to be the scoring scene of the second competition, and Song Weiwei temporarily ranked second.
Seeing her boundless beauty, Miao Yiren was so angry that she was about to vomit blood.
Song Weiwei deserved to die seven years ago, why did she come back, why is she still so beautiful, and beat her so hard?
She gave 100 million US dollars to take her life, but she lived well, why?
Miao Yiren was unwilling and angry, seeing Song Weiwei standing on the stage accepting the applause, and watching the audience in the live broadcast room praise her, she wished she could eat her flesh and drink her blood, leaving her dead.
Song Weiwei, why are you still alive?
Miao Yiren turned off the live broadcast and called Li Xiaoran, just like the past ten days, Li Xiaoran didn't answer her call, she had already been abandoned by him.
She was so angry that she wanted to smash her mobile phone, but when she thought that she had no money to buy another mobile phone, she resisted the urge. She had to think about who else could help her get revenge.
Miao Yiren closed her eyes, and her frenzied and resentful thoughts slowly returned to calm, when a lewd and obscene face suddenly flashed in front of her eyes.
She felt nauseous in her heart, and at this moment, an interview was playing on the TV in the ward, and a middle-aged man's voice came out of the TV, which shocked her suddenly.
She raised her head and looked over slowly, seeing the dignified appearance of the man on TV, her pupils shrank slightly, and then the corners of her mouth opened, revealing a smile that seemed to be crying but not crying.
Well, someone brought a pillow when she was dozing off, and that was him!