In the second round of the painting competition, in addition to professional scores, the works that passed the first round will also be uploaded to the Internet for public voting to select the favorite works. A total of fifty works are displayed on the official website of the China Art Association. In order to prevent false canvassing, voters must be registered members of the official website of the Art Association, and each painting is only marked with a serial number and no artist's name.
In the final result, the professional jury and online voting scores accounted for seven to three.
It not only prevents someone from bribing the professional jury, but also eliminates online canvassing, which better ensures the fairness of the competition.
The topic of the National Painting Competition has also become a hot search topic, but because not many people pay attention to this field, it only attracted discussion for less than half a day, and then fell silent.
Yu Mian's paintings were also displayed among the fifty paintings. At first, she would climb up and take a look every day to see how her votes were, but such behavior was really meaningless, and she didn't care much about the final ranking. After a few days she put it all behind her.
As the new year is approaching, "Dragon Court" has officially finished filming, and Lin Jianshen is close to recovery. The crew has released "Dragon Court" stills and promotional videos, preparing to release it as a New Year's blockbuster in the coming spring.
As the Chinese New Year approaches, the whole country becomes more and more lively.
Yu Mian's injuries were not serious, and the fractures were also minor. He would be healed in less than a month. When Lin Jianshen was undergoing rehabilitation training, she would act as a companion to take care of him.
Yu Xing was busy with more things at the end of the year, and even Yu's father went to the company to help. No one at home was watching, so Yu Mian had to stay in the hospital all day.
Originally, Lin Jianshen was also very busy at this time of year, such as rehearsing some channels' Spring Festival Gala programs, promoting new dramas, etc. It's just that this year he had a car accident and it was rare for him to have some time to rest.
After another round of procedures was completed, Lin Jianshen's forehead was covered with cold sweat.
Yu Mian took a tissue and wiped it off for him, carefully supporting him with her shoulders. This kind of rehabilitation training was very painful at first. I haven't moved my legs for nearly two months and have always maintained the same posture. Now I have to walk again. Even if the previously broken bones grow back together, there are still some discomforts.
In order to distract him, Yu Mian pulled Lin Jianshen to talk: "Did you go home during the Chinese New Year this year?"
Lin Jianshen's breathing was a little heavy, but his voice was very steady: "No, I haven't been back for a long time."
Yu Mian had already guessed it. Looking at the way he and Lin Jiahua got along, it was impossible to go back.
"Then where do you celebrate the New Year every year?"
Lin Jianshen lowered his head, looked at her with gentle eyes, and said softly: "Sometimes I go to the Spring Festival Gala, and when I don't have work, I just stay at home."
Yu Mian wasn't surprised at all. She thought for a while, then raised her face and said to him: "This year, do you want to come to my house to celebrate the New Year?"
Lin Jianshen laughed: "I'm worried that my uncle and your brother will kick me out."
Yu Mian frowned in confusion, feeling that this might really happen. She ran to the hospital frequently these days, and her father and brother looked worse every day.
Just as he was in a dilemma, his cheek was suddenly pinched lightly by the man.
Lin Jian saw the dark eyes and smiled and said: "There is no rush about the New Year. On New Year's Eve, let's watch the fireworks together, okay?"
There is a fireworks show every New Year's Eve in x city, and Yu Mian agreed without hesitation: "Okay!"
A few days before the Chinese New Year, Lin Jianshen completely recovered and was discharged from the hospital, and Yu Mian also stopped by his home.
Thinking about it, half a year ago, she had never even met Lin Jianshen in person. Half a year later, she could actually sit in his room. It was incredible.
Lin Jianshen's house is very clean, spotlessly clean, and has a simple European style overall. It looks very much like a finely decorated room, without much personal atmosphere, and cold as if no one has ever lived there.
"Is this really your home?" Yu Mian walked around his room and couldn't help but ask doubtfully.
Lin Jian rubbed her head deeply, his expression was indifferent, and there was a hint of nonchalance in his eyebrows: "Not really, for me, it is just a house that can be lived in."
Yu Mian saw a photo he placed next to his bedside. The photo was a few years old and had a slightly yellowed surface. It showed a young and beautiful woman wearing a white dress and holding a two or three-year-old boy in her arms. child, smiling melancholy at the camera.
She had a hunch in her heart, and she probably guessed who the person above was.
Lin Jianshen followed her line of sight and saw the photo. He was slightly startled and reached over to pick it up.
He lowered his eyes, covered his pupils, and said softly: "This is my mother."
It was obvious that his expression had not changed, and his expression was calm and indifferent, but when he said these words, it made people feel a little sad and mournful for no reason.
Yu Mian bit her lip, put her arms around his waist, and leaned into his arms proactively and boldly. In the past, she would never have dared to do this. But at this time, she wanted to hug him and tell him that she would accompany him in the future.
Lin Jianshen subconsciously hugged the little girl back. He was stunned for a moment, but soon understood her thoughts and couldn't help but chuckle.
"My mother passed away very early. In fact, I can't remember clearly what it was like to get along with her." He said slowly, as if he was talking to Yu Mian, but also as if he was just talking to himself, "My dad … He refused to admit his mistakes and thought I was the one who killed my mother, so I didn’t go to the Lin family to hinder him. Over the years, I have never regarded the Lin family as my own."
Yu Mian said: "A place with family is called home. Your relatives are not there."
Retracting his blank gaze, Lin Jian lowered his eyes and saw the little girl's round hair below. He suddenly smiled: "You are right, a place with family is called home."
Yu Mian looked up. She hugged him tightly, as if holding a piece of driftwood for survival, and asked almost stubbornly: "We will definitely have a family, right?"
Lin Jianshen stared at her quietly, and he saw the anxiety, the restlessness, the desire and hope for love in her eyes. The two of them are so similar and so lucky to meet each other.
He slowly lowered his head, kissed her brows with his lips, and held her firmly in his arms, the two bodies close together, inseparable.
"Yeah." He said hoarsely, "There will be."
On New Year's Eve, Yu Mian was making dumplings for New Year's Eve dinner with her mother at home. My aunt at home has also gone home for the annual vacation, so she can only fire by herself these days.
Yu Xing was finally able to sleep in, but even so, he still got up early and sat in the living room with Yu's father to receive some visiting guests.
In the afternoon, the number of visitors gradually became less and less, and the house finally became quiet.
The daughter's marriage was settled, but the son was still a loner. Yu's mother kept telling him the same old story, urging Yu Xing to find a girlfriend and fall in love, and even pulled him to show him the wealth of wealthy wives in his circle of friends.
Yu Xing is extremely annoyed. He is a complete workaholic and has never cared about the love between his children. Yu's mother started urging her to get married, so he hid in the study all afternoon on the pretext of handling company affairs.
It was the first time that Yu Mian saw her elite brother being embarrassed and couldn't stop laughing. She even told Lin Jianshen about it on WeChat. She was afraid that he would be alone, so she would send him messages on her mobile phone from time to time, hoping to convey her happiness to him.
After a simple dinner in the evening, the family began to watch the New Year's Eve dinner. The New Year's Eve dinner would not be eaten until midnight.
While others were not paying attention, Yu Mian quietly went out and got into a car in front of her house.
The man was sitting in the driver's seat. As soon as he saw her getting into the car, he came up to her, grabbed Yu Mian's waist, pressed her down on the seat, and kissed her deeply.
When he stopped, Yu Mian was almost out of breath, and Lin Jianshen was also slightly panting.
Before this, they had not seen each other for several days and could only communicate on the mobile phone, so they lost control as soon as they met.
Yu Mian's face turned red, and she pushed him weakly: "Let's go, I ran away secretly, I can't leave for too long."
Lin Jianshen sighed softly in her ear, pulled her seat belt on, and whispered: "I really hope you will be twenty tomorrow."
He had talked about being twenty years old, and Yu Mian immediately understood what it meant. Her eyes were still watery, and she glanced at him with her big watery eyes, and began to look through the old accounts: "You Didn’t you say that we were just having fun?”
This was indeed what he said, and Lin Jianshen had to admit it. He gritted his teeth secretly, his long eyelashes drooped, and his expression was low and pitiful: "It's my fault, wife."
Yu Mian's face turned red instantly: "Who, who is your wife..."
The man has a pale face, thick black long eyebrows slightly raised, and a pair of dark eyes, which are like a bottomless ancient pool in the forest, touching the soul.
A smile appeared on his thin lips, with a hint of evil and unruly flavor, and he said slowly: "I've already found my husband online, you don't want to admit it?"
Yu Mian... Yu Mian stopped talking.
Her check-in was still going on, but her previous account had too many people paying attention, so she applied for a new account and checked in Lin Jianshen every day.
She didn't tell anyone about this trumpet, so she kept it relatively open...
"How did you know?" Yu Mian was puzzled. She thought that the trumpet was hidden, so how could he still discover it
Lin Jian smiled deeply and said nothing, and Ren Yumian didn't say anything no matter how he asked.
The two arrived at the Fireworks Square and found a remote and unobtrusive location to sit down. There were many people in the square. Lin Jianshen was wearing a mask and the sky was getting dark, so no one noticed him.
The fireworks started on time at eight o'clock in the evening. The shining light rose into the sky and exploded into huge colorful flowers in the deep blue night sky. Yu Mian looked up at the sky, and his dark eyes reflected the night sky like mirrors, making them appear bright and brilliant. .
She watched the fireworks for a long time, intoxicated by the beauty of the fireworks in the sky. After a while she turned to look at Lin Jianshen, only to see him looking at her quietly.
Yu Mian rolled his eyes and shouted louder: "The fireworks are so beautiful!"
In the night, the man's brows were clear and his eyes were deep and gentle, looking at her, as if he was responding to her words.
A beautiful colorful flower exploded in the sky. Lin Jianshen suddenly took off his mask, held her waist, pulled her close to him, bent down and kissed her lips.
You are more beautiful and intoxicating than fireworks.