"Draw an alchemy furnace!"

The cute little baby held the crayon in his hand and muttered while drawing: "Well, yes, it's the kind of alchemy furnace that my father gave me to make alchemy."

"When my family grows up, I will ask my father to give him an alchemy furnace so that he can refine his own elixir. He will refine a lot of elixirs, such as weight loss pills, smart pills, and fast running pills."

"Give it to Ergouzi, to Brother Haohao, and to Sister Qianxi. If they can still take it to fish, they don't have to steal dad's pills."

The little guy became more and more excited as he spoke, and he didn't expect that he was being watched directly by countless pairs of eyes.

An alchemy furnace was quickly formed under her pen. The alchemy furnace in the painting had a faucet on the left and right, a grooved waist, and a furnace cover above...

When everyone in the manor behind the Jinling Art Museum saw clearly what the little guy was painting, they couldn't help but look at each other.

"What... what is this?" someone couldn't help but ask.

The subject is science fiction.

They thought these children would draw some planes, tanks, cannons, and robots, but the little guy Mengmeng drew such an inappropriate thing.

An old man walked up and stared at him for a long time, his hands suddenly trembled, almost tearing his beard: "This... this seems to be a Taoist alchemy furnace!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

"What? Alchemy furnace?"

Another old man's face was shocked and strange, shocked that a child could actually draw an alchemy furnace. It seems that this does not match the theme of the painting "Science Fantasy"?

The commotion among the crowd attracted Wu Wenshan's attention.

Wu Wenshan opened his eyes slightly, and then casually glanced at the cute little baby's painting on the screen, as if he was just a quick look.

The next moment.

His originally careless face finally changed a little: "Spirituality, this girl's painting actually has spirituality."

He is a painter, not a Taoist priest, so his eyes are focused on the artistic level of the little guy's painting.

"Master Wu, what is spirituality?" asked an old man.

His words caught the attention of the rest.

"The so-called spirituality is just an abstract concept, a kind of expression ability, a kind of sensation, a kind of sensation for things that the eyes cannot see."

Wu Wenshan slowly stood up, looked at the cute little baby who was painting on the screen, and talked freely: "Ordinary people can only limit the surface of things when painting. No matter how good you do, painting is a painting after all, and you can tell it is fake at first glance."

"When some people paint, the spirituality in the paintings is so spiritual that ordinary people will lose their minds for a moment when they see them. In just that short moment, you will feel that the paintings they make are real and real."

As his words fell.

Everyone nodded one after another, with a look of thought on their faces.

Someone took a look at the cute little baby in the painting and couldn't help but tentatively said: "Master Wu, since the painting of this girl's doll is spiritual, wouldn't it mean that she is a natural good seedling for painting?"

"Yes, when I looked again, I found that the painting of this girl's doll has entered the threshold of painting. Such talent and such level can definitely surpass other participants in the competition." Another old man smiled and smiled.

Wu Wenshan nodded slightly: "Although this girl is so young, she has a hint of spiritual energy. If I were to be accustomed to her talent, I might have taken her to my disciples. But now that I have agreed to the Zhao family, I have to give up on her."

Speaking of this, he looked up at the cute little baby who was painting in the video and shook his head slightly: "What a pity, I can only blame you for not having a background. People without a background are destined to not climb high. No matter how outstanding you are, don't blame me, this is the law of survival in this world."

"Master Wu said it well!"

Someone chuckled softly: "Although this girl is amazingly talented, she is just a genius after all. How can she compare with the Zhao family just a genius?"

The others nodded one after another, then looked at the cute little baby who was painting in the video with a little sympathy, and sighed secretly.

No matter how high your qualifications are.

It is not as good as a member of the relationship who has been designated!

...

When Ye Chen saw that the little guy was drawing the alchemy furnace he had made, his face was a little amused and crying: "This girl, dad thought you would draw something, but he ended up drawing such one."

When the art gallery cameras took all the works of all the participating children one by one, all parents except Ye Chen couldn't sit still. Some were amazed at the skillful painting level of other children, while others muttered to themselves, full of confidence in their children's works.

Only Li Yongmin had a dark face and didn't speak.

Because the fat little fat Li Erguo drew a strange thing, which was a bit like a juicer and a bit like a toilet. The boy also marked it next to him that this was his greatest concept of invention in the new century.

But when everyone saw the painting of the cute little baby, they were shocked by it for a moment, and then a series of screams burst out.

"Whose girl is from? She is so well drawn!"

"Yes, this level is not something that kindergarten children can do. I guess even the top students in art majors are not that good, right?"

"It's over, this girl has won the first place. My child is missing the first place, but fortunately, there are second and third prizes."

“…”

Everyone was talking about it and unanimously believed that the works of Mengmeng Xiaobao were the best drawn among all children, and even all the art teachers led the team were no exception.

Listening to the praises around, Li Yongmin looked at the fat man who was still painting the toilet, and his face became darker.

"Brother Ye, I really envy you for having such a daughter. She is the first in this competition. I remember to invite my brother to dinner when I look back."

"It must be certain!"

Ye Chen nodded with a smile. No one didn't want his children to be praised and liked, and even he was no exception.

The half hour ended soon, and all the children stopped writing one after another. The teachers led by the major team carefully decorated the works and sent them to the judges' seat for the score.

Cang Shuxue led Mengmeng baby and others out. When she saw Ye Chen, she was very excited and said: "Mr. Ye, I have read Mengmeng's works. She will definitely win the first place this time. Congratulations first!"

"Thank you, Teacher Cang."

Ye Chen smiled, picked up his daughter and couldn't help but kiss her, praising her, "Good daughter, good job!"

"Dad, if someone wins first, what will you reward him?" The little guy hugged his neck and giggled.

"Dad will give you whatever you want."

Ye Chen touched her head.

Compared to the little guy's heroic treatment, Li Erguo, the fat man beside him, was much more miserable. Li Yongmin pointed at his nose and scolded him in a desperate situation.

More than half an hour later, the game finally came to a final result.

"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..."

“…”

Some people were worried and some were happy about this result, and then everyone was shocked that the first prize had fallen on Zhao Yang. You should know that although Zhao Yang's work is a future car, even laymen at that level know that it is not possible.

"The first one is Zhao Yang, not Ye Mengmeng, this is impossible, right?"

"Ye Mengmeng can't win the first place, at least the second prize is OK, but she was given a consolation prize. What's the matter? Also, Zhao Yang's paintings can't rank first, right?"

"The dark side, there is definitely a dark side!"

“…”

This result caught Cang Shuxue off guard. She couldn't help but subconsciously said: "Maybe you've made a mistake. Mr. Ye, don't worry, I'll ask."

"Cang...Teacher Cang, don't...go!!"

Before she left, Mengmeng's little baby called her. The little guy held back his tears and looked at Ye Chen, and even swallowed: "Dad, I'm sorry, Mengmeng made you... disappointed."

The little guy doesn't want to cry.

But tears still couldn't help falling.

Dad finally accompanied her to participate in the competition. She just wanted to prove her efforts and highlights to her and get her praise from her father.

As a result, she only won one consolation prize...

"It's okay, Dad has never been disappointed in you."

Ye Chen hugged her in his arms, reached out to brush away the tears from her face, and his face gradually became cold.

"If my daughter doesn't do it, she will be the first. If she wants to do it, she will be the first. What is a mere consolation prize? Will you send a beggar?"
Chapter completed!