Chapter 536 Dad, I'm Sorry!

"Draw an alchemy furnace!"

The cute little baby held a crayon in her hand and muttered while drawing: "Yeah, yes, it's the alchemy furnace that my father used to make elixirs for me to eat."

"When I grow up, I will ask my father to give me an alchemy furnace so that I can make elixirs myself. I will make many, many elixirs, such as slimming pills, smart pills, and fast running pills."

"Give it to Er Gouzi, to Hao Hao, and to Xi Xi. Then I can take it to go fishing, and I don't have to steal my father's elixirs."

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

An alchemy furnace quickly took shape under her pen. The furnace in the painting had a dragon head on each side, a groove on the waist, and a furnace cover on top...

When the people in the manor behind the Jinling Art Museum saw what the little girl drew, they couldn't help but look at each other.

"What...what is this?" Someone couldn't help asking.

The theme is science fiction.

They thought that these children would draw airplanes, tanks, cannons, robots, but the little Meng Meng drew something so weird.

An old man walked over and stared at it for a long time. His hands suddenly trembled and he almost tore off his beard: "This... This seems to be a Taoist alchemy furnace!"

As soon as this was said, the whole audience was in an uproar.

"What? Alchemy furnace?"

Another old man looked shocked and weird. He was shocked that a child could draw an alchemy furnace, and weird that this didn't seem to fit the theme of "science fiction"?

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

Wu Wenshan opened his eyes slightly, and then casually glanced at the painting of the little Meng Meng on the screen, as if he was just taking a quick look.

The next moment.

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

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

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

His words attracted the attention of others.

"So-called spirituality is just an abstract concept, a kind of expression ability, a kind of sensitivity, a sensitivity to things that cannot be seen by the eyes."

Wu Wenshan slowly stood up, looked at the cute little baby painting on the screen, and said: "Ordinary people can only limit themselves to the surface of things when painting. No matter how well you do, a painting is still a painting, and you can tell it is fake at a glance."

"And some people paint, and the spirituality in the painting will make ordinary people lose their minds for a moment. In that short moment, you will feel that the painting is real and real."

As his voice fell.

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

Someone took a look at the cute little baby in the painting and couldn't help but ask: "Master Wu, since this girl's painting is spiritual, doesn't that mean she is a natural painter?"

"Yes, after taking another look, I found that this girl's painting has entered the threshold of painting. With such talent and level, she can definitely surpass other participants in the competition." Another old man stroked his beard and smiled.

Wu Wenshan nodded slightly: "Although this girl is very young, she has a bit of spirituality. If it were normal, I might have taken her in as my disciple because of her talent, but now that I have promised 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: "It's a pity, you can only blame yourself for not having a background, and people without a background are destined to not climb high, no matter how good you are. Don't blame me, this is the law of survival in this world."

"Master Wu is right!"

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

The others nodded one after another, and 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.

You can't compare with the relatives who are selected internally!

...

When Ye Chen saw that the little guy was drawing the furnace for his alchemy, he looked a little amused: "This girl, Dad thought you could draw something, but you drew this."

When the camera of the art gallery shot all the participating children's works one by one, all the parents except Ye Chen could not sit still. Some were amazed at the high level of other children's painting, and some murmured to themselves, full of confidence in their children's works.

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

Because the fat boy Li Erguo drew a strange thing, which looked a bit like a juicer and a bit like a toilet. The boy also marked it next to it as his greatest invention of the new century.

But when everyone saw the cute little baby's painting, they were stunned for a moment, and then burst into a series of exclamations.

"Whose daughter is this? She draws really well!"

"Not bad. This level is not something a kindergarten kid can do. I guess even top art students can't draw like this."

"It's over. This girl has won first place. My child has no chance of winning first place. But fortunately, there are still second and third prizes."

"..."

Everyone was talking about it, and they all agreed that the cute baby's work was the best among all the children, including all the art teachers who led the team.

Listening to the praises from all around, Li Yongmin looked at the fat boy who was still drawing the toilet, and his face became darker.

"Brother Ye, I really envy you for having such a daughter. She will definitely win the first place in this competition. Remember to treat me to a meal later."

"Of course!"

Ye Chen nodded with a smile. No one doesn't want their children to be praised and liked, and he is no exception.

Half an hour passed quickly, and all the children stopped writing. The teachers in charge of each team carefully packed the works and sent them to the judges' seat for scoring.

Cang Shuxue led the cute little baby and others out. When she saw Ye Chen, she said excitedly: "Mr. Ye, I have seen Mengmeng's work. This time she will definitely win the first place. Congratulations first!"

"Thank you, Teacher Cang."

Ye Chen smiled, picked up his daughter and couldn't help kissing her, praising: "My dear daughter, well done!"

"Dad, if I win the first place, what will you reward me?" The little girl hugged his neck and giggled.

"Dad will give you whatever you want."

Ye Chen touched her head.

Compared to the little girl's heroic treatment, the fat boy Li Erguo on the side was much worse. Li Yongmin pointed at his nose and scolded him.

After more than half an hour, the result of the competition was finally decided.

"One first prize winner: Zhao Yang!"

"Two second prize winners: Qian Hao!"

"Five third prize winners: Chen Xiaohai, Li Erguo, Jiang Chun, Ma Junjie, Feng Nana!"

"Ten consolation prize winners: Ye Mengmeng..."

"..."

Some people were worried and some were happy about the result. Everyone was shocked that the first prize went to Zhao Yang. You know, although Zhao Yang's work was a future car, the quality was not good enough for laymen.

"The first place is Zhao Yang, not Ye Mengmeng. Isn't this impossible?"

"Ye Mengmeng can't get the first place, but at least the second place is fine. In the end, she was given a consolation prize. What's the big deal? And how can Zhao Yang's painting not be ranked first?"

"There must be a conspiracy!"

"..."

Such a result caught Cang Shuxue off guard. She couldn't help but say subconsciously: "Maybe it's a mistake, Mr. Ye, don't worry, I'll go ask."

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

Before she left, the little baby Mengmeng called her. The little girl held back her tears and looked at Ye Chen, choking and said: "Dad, I'm sorry, Mengmeng let you... disappoint."

The little girl didn't want to cry.

But tears still fell.

Dad finally accompanied her to participate in the competition. She just wanted to prove her efforts and shining points to her father and get her father's praise.

In the end, she only got a consolation prize...

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

Ye Chen held her in his arms, wiped away the tears on her face, and his face gradually turned cold.

"My daughter Ye Chen, if she doesn't want to do it, then it's fine. If she wants to do it, she'll be the best. What's a consolation prize? Is it to send away a beggar?"