Chapter 1824 Slowly Falling in Love with You 73

But she tried her best to look around carefully, but she didn't see Jing Ling's figure, so she couldn't help but rolled her eyes a little bit disappointed.

It was the student standing next to her who reminded her that Wen Momo managed to stand still and looked away.

The person who unveiled it was the Taifu of their ninth class. When the red silk cloth was torn off from the bird picture, it slowly fell from mid-air, and a majestic bird picture vividly reflected in the eyes of everyone in the audience.

The painting of a hundred birds is made of mountains, water and ink, which is elegant, elegant, lively and interesting, as if it is another vast fairyland.

And such a huge picture of birds, the most attractive, no, the most astonishing, is the four-line poem under the mountains and rivers.

Probably everyone would think that it would be most appropriate for a picture of birds like this to be accompanied by majestic characters, but the handwriting of the four-line poem is very round and small, and it looks neat and tidy. It is round and round, which is quite inconsistent with this painting, but in the midst of this incompatibility, it somehow gives people a very cute feeling.

It seemed that there was a little more playfulness in the majestic and majestic atmosphere.

The more people look at it, the more interesting this picture of birds is.

Wen Youyi and Ruwei who were sitting under the stage recognized at a glance that it was her daughter's handwriting, and Ruwei looked proud and disgusted: "Oh, I'm so worried, this word is written..."

Wen Youyi followed her words directly and said, "It looks good."

Someone couldn't help asking the Taifu on the stage, "This Taifu, who wrote this, it's so cute!"

Wen Momo was signaled by the Taifu to stand up. After all, it was the first time for Wen Momo to face so many people. She opened her mouth and looked down the stage nervously. Jing Ling walked over, he was still wearing the imperial doctor's official uniform, obviously rushed here on purpose, when she looked at him, she happened to meet Jing Ling's eyes.

Jing Ling didn't look for a seat anymore, she just stood there and stopped, looking at her with gentle eyes.

Although she didn't do anything, it gave Wen Momo a very warm feeling.

Wen Momo suddenly became very relieved.

She looked at him, spoke clearly, read the poem on the stage, and explained the meaning of the poem. Her voice was very soft, and she was very lovable when she read the poem.

The little girl has a sweet voice and beautiful eyes, and her eyes are clean. Standing on the stage itself is the focus.

And after Jingling stood under the stage and listened to Wen Momo read the poem, she lightly rubbed her fingertips with her fingertips, as if her heart was being grabbed by something every now and then, a little itchy.

He even had some despicable and shameless thoughts all of a sudden——

He wanted to grab Wen Momo and hold her in his arms, and listen to her recite poems just to himself.

After the Aviary Picture was displayed, the audience burst into applause.

Jingling only had his little wife in his eyes, watching Wen Momo step off the stage and walk towards Wen Youyi Ruwei.

After Wen Momo passed by, Ruwei stood up, hugged her daughter, and rubbed Wen Momo's head: "Momo is quite powerful."

Wen Momo nodded seriously and said, "Yes."

If you don't know whether to laugh or cry, let her go.

Wen Momo called Daddy again, and looked at Wen Youyi expectantly, until she heard that Wen Youyi also praised her, then Wen Momo raised the corners of her mouth in satisfaction, and whispered, "Father, mother... you first Watching the show, I... have something to do, I'll be back later."

Ru Wei had an expression of seeing through, snorted softly, sat back and hugged Wen Youyi's arm, and said, "My daughter is going to have a romantic relationship."

Wen Momo blushed to death: "Mother..."

"Go, go, don't bother your parents."

Wen Momo blushed and ran away.

She ran towards the direction where Jing Ling was standing very precisely, and threw herself into his arms with great joy. Jing Ling grabbed her little hand and held down the little rabbit Momo in her arms, and touched the back of her neck, Wen Mo Mo was so itchy that he hid in his arms and giggled, "Brother...ha...itch..."

Then, Jingling lowered her head unexpectedly, hugged Wen Momo in her arms and kissed her.