On the day of the competition, the venue of the International Art Competition was like a garden in full bloom.
Cao Aiqian walked into the venue as lightly as a spring breeze, wearing a simple white dress. She felt a strong artistic atmosphere, which complemented the atmosphere of the venue.
Inside the venue, countless colorful works of art hang under the high ceiling. They exude a charming brilliance under the light.
The contestants either gathered together to discuss the inspiration for their creations, or sat alone in the corner carefully polishing their works. Their faces are filled with aura of self, as if they are telling their own growth stories.
Cao Aiqian looked around and couldn't help but sigh that the stage was so vast.
She feels her own insignificance, but at the same time she firmly believes in her talents and dreams. She knows that this competition is a rare opportunity and a challenge.
The competition is an impromptu painting on the spot, and there is no fixed theme. When the competition starts, she gently walks to her seat, spreads out the canvas, and picks up the brush.
Her hands were shaking slightly, but her eyes were shining with determination. She knew that this was her only chance to win and go to Sengkang University.
Time passed unconsciously, and Cao Aiqian's paintings gradually took shape. She depicts every detail of the venue with delicate brushstrokes, and the expressions and emotions of each contestant are skillfully captured and presented on the canvas.
Her paintings not only show her unique understanding of art, but also her perception of youth and growth.
When Cao Aiqian completed the last stroke, she raised her head and looked at her work, filled with emotion.
She handed the completed drawing to the judges, then stood up and left the venue.
The result of the game will not be known until the next morning.
She walked to the entrance of the venue, looked up at the blue sky, and took a deep breath.
She knew that she would succeed this time! She smiled as she recalled the work she had just drawn.
"Ai Qian!"
Just as she was walking out of the venue, a warm voice came from beside her.
Upon hearing this familiar name, her body suddenly stiffened.
She turned around slowly and saw a boy staring at her with confusion on his face.
Those piercing black eyes were a little sad, making her heart twitch inexplicably.
"Yuan Chen?"
"Ai Qian, come here." Yuan Chen spoke very fast, with a hint of anxiety, and pulled her to a corner.
Seeing Yuan Chen's anxious look, Cao Aiqian felt doubts in his heart.
She chuckled: "What's wrong?"
Yuan Chen's lips moved, seeming to hesitate. His brows furrowed, as if he had made up his mind, "Ai Qian, I have something to ask you."
"What's up?"
"I..." Yuan Chen said hesitantly, "I like you!"
"What?"
Xiao Yuanchen's words were like a bombshell, which made Cao Aiqian dizzy. For a moment, she forgot how to react.
"Yuan Chen. You... please stop making trouble... I..." She felt panicked and her words were very messy.
"I didn't make trouble. I have never been able to understand my heart before, but until today..." Xiao Yuanchen fell into deep thought.
One morning, Xiao Yuanchen received an invitation letter. It was Chen Luoxing who invited him to attend her birthday party. He also specifically stated that Cao Aiqian was also invited.
He didn't think much and agreed directly, but when he arrived at the party, he was dumbfounded.
The party hall was decorated in an extremely warm and romantic setting, with a bouquet of roses placed on one side, exuding a fragrant atmosphere. A pink veil floats, as if announcing happiness to the world.
Next to the sofa, there are two glasses of red wine, exuding a charming aroma.
Such a beautiful and warm scene, but it doesn't look like a birthday at all. Instead, it looks like someone is about to hold a wedding here.
As soon as he arrived, the music in the venue stopped suddenly, and all the lights focused on him.
Chen Luoxing walked towards this side in a small dress.
Looking at Chen Luoxing's expression, Xiao Yuanchen was confused.
"..This is..."
"Yuan Chen, are you finally here?" Chen Luoxing pouted slightly and showed a sweet smile.
Who can resist such an angelic appearance?
"Where's Ai Qian?" Xiao Yuanchen asked.
"Yuan Chen, don't you still understand what I mean? Are you going to mention her at my banquet?"
"Where's Ai Qian? Did she... didn't she come?" Xiao Yuanchen's face became extremely embarrassed.
"There's something wrong with her..." A hint of conspiracy flashed in Chen Luoxing's eyes.
"Then...I'll go back first."
"Yuan Chen!"
Xiao Yuanchen turned around and was about to leave when his arm was suddenly grabbed.
He turned around suddenly and met Chen Luoxing's pitiful eyes.
"Yuan Chen, please stop running away from me, okay? I really like you, like you very much."
"..."
Xiao Yuanchen stared at Chen Luoxing blankly, unable to say a word.
"I know I'm not good enough, but I will try my best."
"..."
"Please, don't push me away anymore, okay?" Chen Luoxing's tears streamed down.
"Feel sorry..."
"I don't want your apology."
Chen Luoxing cried and threw herself at Xiao Yuanchen, hugging Xiao Yuanchen tightly with both hands.
His embrace was so warm and comfortable, as if she had found something to rely on.
Xiao Yuanchen pushed her away, but Chen Luoxing grabbed her wrist tightly.
His wrist was tightly held by her, causing great pain. He wanted to throw her hand away, but Chen Luoxing held on tightly and refused to let go.
He didn't know what she wanted to do, so he could only shout: "Let go!"
"Don't let go! I love you! Yuan Chen!" Chen Luoxing cried.
"In this case, the question can only show my heart. I have always regarded you as a friend." Xiao Yuanchen said coldly.
"..." Chen Luoxing was stunned.
"So, you don't have to do this!" Xiao Yuanchen struggled to break away from Chen Luoxing's hand.
Chen Luoxing staggered back a few steps and fell on the sofa.
"Then why... didn't... you obviously hated Cao Aiqian before!" Chen Luoxing stared at Xiao Yuanchen in disbelief, "In what way am I worse than her?"
"You also said that I only hated her before, not now."
Xiao Yuanchen's words were like a thorn piercing into Chen Luoxing's heart.
Her body was shaking, her face was as pale as paper, and tears were pouring out.
She didn't want to admit it, but she had to admit it.
"I...hahaha..." Chen Luoxing laughed out of control, "What a pity, you are just wishful thinking like me."
"..."
She suddenly stopped laughing and looked at Xiao Yuanchen.
Her eyes were filled with tears and she had a miserable smile on her face, which was heartbreaking to watch.
"Luo Xing, please calm down. Don't force your feelings. You will meet someone better!" Xiao Yuanchen consoled him.
"I don't need anything better." Chen Luoxing murmured, "The only thing I need is you, you know? I have loved you for five years! I have kept this feeling in my heart since the first grade of junior high school."
Chen Luo
Until Cao Aiqian drowned that time, everything seemed to have changed.
"Yuan Chen, you think you like her, but has she ever liked you? You fell in love with the current Cao Aiqian, but is she still the girl who competed with me to love you?" Chen Luoxing said this At this time, he almost shouted.
These words were like a sharp knife piercing into Xiao Yuanchen's heart.
Xiao Yuanchen's face suddenly turned pale.
Yes, he had never thought about this. He thought Cao Aiqian should still feel the same love for him as before.
But this feeling was very weak, so weak that he felt that his idea was wrong.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Chen Luoxing laughed a few times with sadness: "But Cao Aiqian gave you to me because she gave it to me, hahaha."
Xiao Yuanchen was shocked, anger and shock flashed in the depths of his eyes. He couldn't believe that the girl he loved would treat him like this and give him to someone else.
At this moment, Xiao Yuanchen's heart seemed to be broken.
A trace of bitterness flashed across his face: "You're talking nonsense!"
"Hey, listen to this!" Chen Luoxing played out the last conversation he had with Cao Aiqian at Haitian Restaurant.
