Li Mingzhu sighed softly, put her arms around her husband's neck, and sat in his lap.
"Yes, his expression was one of utter despair."
"Because he was greedy for small gains, he bought fake corn seeds, and all twenty acres of corn were wasted."
"The painter Tian Sheng captured this scene and painted this work. He painted it so well that I might lose to him."
Li Mingzhu was also on the verge of tears. She had finally created a good work, but then she encountered an even better one.
"Painter Tian Sheng? Is he already a famous painter?" Wang Peng asked doubtfully.
“Hmm.” Li Mingzhu said, feeling quite aggrieved, “Anyone can participate in the Qi Baishi Cup, including famous painters.”
Wang Peng frowned. A professional painter participating in a competition for juniors? Wasn't this bullying?
The Qi Baishi Cup is held every three years and is known as the "college entrance examination" for painters.
If you win the national championship, you can call yourself a painter, and your peers will respectfully address you as such.
Wang Peng carefully examined the artwork in the photo and found it truly moving and a rare gem.
"Honey, I'm even thinking of giving up the competition," Li Mingzhu said with a wry smile. "I feel like I have no hope of winning at all."
"Don't give up." Wang Peng shook his head. "Becoming a painter is your dream, and you can't give up on your dream so easily."
Li Mingzhu said, "I don't want to give up either, but I really can't beat him."
Wang Peng sat down and carefully examined the picture in the photo, but something felt off.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "Wife, I've been thinking about this carefully, and you really might be able to crush this famous painter."
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