Chapter 537: Dad, sorry!

"Draw an alchemy furnace!"
Mengmeng held the crayons in hand and muttered as he drew: "Well, yes, it is the kind of alchemy furnace that my dad's alchemy gave me."
"When the parents grow up, let their dad give an alchemy furnace, so that they can make alchemy by themselves. They have to make a lot of elixir, such as weight loss elixir, clever elixir, and run fast.
"Eat Ergou, brother Hao Hao, and sister Xi Qian. At that time, people can take fishing, so you don't have to steal your father's medicine."
The little guy grew more and more excited, never thinking he was being watched by countless eyes.
An alchemy furnace is quickly formed in her pen. The Dan furnace in the picture has a faucet on each side, a slot on the waist, and a furnace cover above ...
When everyone in the manor house at the back of the Jinling Museum saw the little guy's drawing clearly, they couldn't help looking at each other.
"This ... what is this?" Someone couldn't help asking.
The theme is science fiction.
They thought that this group of children would draw airplanes, tanks, cannons, and robots, but as a result, this little guy Mengmeng painted such a nondescript thing.
An old man approached and stared at it for a long time, and suddenly his hands were choked, and he almost didn't break his beard: "This ... this seems to be a Taoist alchemy furnace!"
As soon as the words came out, the audience was uproar.
"What? Alchemy furnace?"
Another old man was shocked and weird. He was shocked that a child could paint a pot of alchemy. It was weird that this seemed to be inconsistent with the theme of "scientific fantasy"?
The commotion caused Wu Wenshan's attention.
Wu Wenshan opened his eyes slightly, and then glanced at the cute baby's painting on the screen casually, as if he was gazing at the flowers.
next moment.
His original careless face finally had a slight change: "Spiritual, this girl doll's painting turned out to be spiritual."
He is a painter, not a Taoist, so his eyes are focused on the artistic level of the little guy's painting.
"Master Wu, what is spirituality?" An old man asked.
His words caught the attention of the rest.
"The so-called spirituality is just an abstract concept. It is a kind of expressive power, a kind of sensibility, and a kind of sensibility for things that cannot be seen by the eyes."
Wu Wenshan slowly got up, looked at the cute little baby who was painting on the screen, and talked eloquently: "Ordinary people painting can only be limited to the surface of things. No matter how well you do, painting is a painting, you know at a glance fake."
"Some people make paintings, and the spirituality in the painting, ordinary people will be lost for a moment when watching it. In that short moment, you will feel that the painting it does is true and real."
With his words fall.
The crowd nodded in succession, thinking.
Someone glanced at the cute little baby in the painting and tempted, "Master Wu, since this female doll's painting is spiritual, doesn't it mean that she is a good seed born in painting?"
"Yes, look again, I found that the painting of this female doll has already entered the threshold of painting. Such talent and such level can definitely exceed the other participants in the competition." Another old man said with a smile.
Wu Wenshan nodded slightly: "Although she is immature, she has a touch of aura. If the old man might be able to miss his talent and receive it, but now that he has agreed to the Zhao family, he has to give up her. Now. "
Having said that, he looked up at the cute little boy who was painting in the video, and shook his head slightly: "It's a pity that you can only blame you for not having a background, and people without a background are destined to climb low, even if you are no better , Don't blame the old man, this is the survival law of this world. "
"Master Wu is right!"
Someone chuckled softly: "Although this girl doll is amazing in talent, after all, it is just a genius. How can a genius be compared with the Zhao family?"
The others nodded one after another, then took a little sympathetic look at the cute little baby who was painting in the video, and sighed secretly.
No matter how high your qualifications are.
It can't be better than the affiliated households!
...
When Ye Chen saw that the little guy was painting his own alchemy, he looked a little bit crying and laughed: "This girl, what did your dad think you would draw, and ended up drawing this one."
When the cameras of the art museum photographed the works of all the participating children one by one, all parents except Ye Chen could not sit still. Some people marveled at the high level of painting of other children, and some murmured to their children. Works are full of confidence.
Only Li Yongmin was dark and did not speak.
Because the little fat man Li Erguo drew a weird thing, a bit like a juicer, and a bit like a toilet. The boy is still marking that this is his greatest new century invention.
It was only when everyone saw Mengmeng's paintings that they were shocked for a moment, and then a series of exclamations erupted.
"Who's this girl? It's so good!"
"Okay, where can this kind of kindergarten children do this level? I guess that it is not so good for the senior students in the art profession to paint?"
"It's over, this girl has won the first place, my child and the first place missed, but fortunately, there are second prize, third prize."
"..."
Everyone talked and agreed that Mengmeng's work is the best painting among all children, even all the art teachers who lead the team.
Listening to the sound of praise around him, Li Yongmin looked at the little fat man who was still painting the toilet. His face was getting darker.
"Brother Ye, I really envy you for having such a daughter. She is the first one in this game, so please remember to invite my brother to dinner."
"sure!"
Ye Chen nodded with a smile. No one didn't want his child to be praised and liked, even he was no exception.
Half an hour soon ended, all the children stopped writing, and the leading teachers carefully packed the work together and sent it to the judges' seat for scoring.
Cang Shuxue led Meng Meng and the other baby out, and when she saw Ye Chen, she was very excited and said, "Mr. Ye, I saw Meng Meng's work. This time, she can definitely take the first place. Congratulations Oh you! "
"Thank you Teacher Cang."
Ye Chen smiled. After picking up her daughter, she couldn't help kissing her and praised her, "Good daughter, good job!"
"Dad, if people take the first place, what would you reward others for?" The little boy wrapped his neck and giggled.
"Dad gives you whatever you want."
Ye Chen touched her head.
Compared to the heroic treatment of the little guy, Li Erguo, the little fat man on the side, was much worse, and Li Yongmin pointed at his nose and hated iron and steel.
After more than half an hour, the game finally came to an end.
"One first prize, winner: Zhao Yang!"
"Two second prizes, winner: Qian Hao!"
"Five third prizes, winners: Chen Xiaohai, Li Erguo, Jiang Chun, Ma Junjie, Feng Nana!"
"Ten consolation prizes, winner: Ye Mengmeng ..."
"..."
Someone was worried about this result, and everyone was shocked that the ownership of the first prize actually fell on Zhao Yang. Although Zhao Yang's work is a future car, laymen at that level do not know it.
"The first turned out to be Zhao Yang, not Ye Mengmeng, is this impossible?"
"Ye Mengmeng can't get the first prize, at least the second prize is okay, and the result is a consolation prize. What's the matter? Also, how can Zhao Yang's painting not be ranked first?
"Shady, there is definitely a shady!"
"..."
This result caught De Cang Shuxue by surprise, she couldn't help but said subconsciously: "Maybe it was a mistake, Mr. Ye, don't worry, I'll ask."
"Cang ... Teacher Cang, don't ... go !!!"
Before she left, Mengmeng called her, and the little guy held back her tears and looked at Ye Chen, choking, "Daddy, I'm sorry ... Mengmeng makes you ... disappointed."
The little guy doesn't want to cry.
But tears couldn't help it.
Dad managed to accompany her to participate in the competition. She just wanted to prove to her dad her efforts and highlights and get her praise.
As a result, she only received a consolation prize ...
"It's okay, Dad has never been disappointed in you."
Ye Chen held her in her arms, reached out and wiped away the tears on her face, her face gradually getting cold.
"My daughter, Ye Chen, has nothing to do. She must be the first to do it. What kind of consolation prize is it, do you send Hanako?"