"Draw an alchemy furnace!"
Mengmeng held a crayon in her hand and murmured as she drew, "Well, yes, it's the kind of alchemy furnace that Daddy gave me to refine pills in.
"When I grow up, I'll ask Daddy to give me an alchemy furnace so that I can refine pills by myself. I want to refine a lot of pills, such as weight-loss pills, smart pills, and fast running pills.
"I'll give them to Buttface, Brother Haohao, and Sister Qianqian. When the time comes, I can even use them to fish. I won't have to steal Daddy's pills."
The more the little girl spoke, the more excited she became. She didn't expect that she was being watched by countless pairs of eyes.
An alchemy furnace quickly took shape under her pen. The alchemy furnace in the painting had a dragon head on each side, a groove on the waist, and a lid on the top …
When the people in the manor behind the Jinling Art Gallery saw what the little girl had drawn, they couldn't help but look at each other.
Someone couldn't help but ask, "What … what is this?"
The theme was science fiction.
They had thought that this group of children would draw something like an airplane, a tank, a cannon, or a robot. In the end, Mengmeng had drawn such a nondescript thing.
An old man approached and stared at it for a long time. Suddenly, his hand trembled and he almost tore off his beard. "This … this seems to be a Taoist alchemy furnace!"
As soon as he said that, the audience burst into an uproar.
"What? Alchemy furnace? "
Another old man looked shocked and strange. He was shocked that a child could draw an alchemy furnace. He was also surprised that it 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 Mengmeng's painting on the screen, as if he was looking at flowers on horseback.
The next moment …
His originally careless face finally showed a trace of change. "Spirituality. This girl's painting actually has spirituality."
He was a painter, not a Taoist priest, so his eyes were focused on the artistic level of the little girl's painting.
An old man asked, "Master Wu, what is spirituality?"
His words attracted the attention of the rest.
"The so-called spirituality is just an abstract concept. It's a kind of ability to express, a kind of sensibility, a kind of sensitivity toward things that can't be seen with the eyes."
Wu Wenshan slowly got up and looked at the cute little girl who was painting on the screen. He said with fervor and assurance, "Ordinary people can only paint on the surface of things. No matter how well they do, a painting is still a painting. At a glance, you can tell that it's fake."
"When some people paint, their paintings have spirituality in them. Ordinary people will be dazed for a moment when they look at them. Just that short moment will make them feel that the painting is real, that it is real."
As his voice fell.
Everyone nodded one after another, a thoughtful look on their faces.
Someone glanced at the cute little darling in the painting and could not help but probe, "Master Wu, since this girl's painting has spirituality, doesn't that mean that she's a natural talent for painting?"
"That's right. After taking another look, I realized that this girl's painting has already stepped into the threshold of painting. With such talent and level, she can definitely surpass the other participants in the competition," another old man stroked his beard and said with a smile.
Wu Wenshan nodded slightly, "Although this girl is immature, she has a trace of spiritual energy. If it was any other time, I might have taken her in on account of her talent. However, since I've promised the Zhao family, I can only give up on her."
At this point, he looked up at the cute little girl who was painting in the video and shook his head slightly, "It's a pity. She can only blame herself for not having a background. Those without a background are destined to not be able to climb high, no matter how outstanding they are. Don't blame me, this is the law of survival in this world."
"Master Wu is right!"
Someone laughed softly and said, "Although this girl's talent is astonishing, she's still a genius. How can a mere genius compare to the Zhao family?"
The rest of the people nodded one after another. Then, they looked at the cute little girl who was painting in the video with slight sympathy and sighed to themselves.
No matter how talented she was.
She couldn't compare to those who were internally selected!
…
When Ye Chen saw that the little girl was painting the pill furnace that he used to refine pills in, he did not know whether to laugh or cry, "This girl, I thought she would draw something else. In the end, this is what she drew."
When the gallery's cameras shone on the works of all the participating children, all the parents apart from Ye Chen could not sit still anymore. Some were amazed by the other children's painting skills, while some muttered to themselves. They were filled with confidence in their children's works.
Only Li Yongmin's face darkened and he remained silent.
It was because the little fatty, Li Erguo, had drawn a strange thing. It looked a little like a juicer, but it also looked a little like a toilet. This kid even indicated that this was his greatest invention of the new era.
However, when everyone saw the cute little girl's painting, they were stunned for a moment before a series of exclamations erupted.
"Who's this girl? She's so good at drawing!"
"Not bad. How can a kindergartener achieve this level? I reckon even a top student from an art major can't draw this well, right?"
"It's over. This girl will definitely get first place. My child won't get first place. Fortunately, there's still second and third place."
"…"
Everyone was discussing. They unanimously agreed that the little girl's work was the best among all the children. Even the art teachers who led the team were no exception.
Hearing the praises around him, Li Yongmin looked at the little fatty who was still drawing the toilet. His expression turned even grimmer.
"Brother Ye, I really envy you for having a daughter like her. She'll definitely get first place in the competition this time. Remember to treat me to a meal later."
"Of course, of course!"
Ye Chen nodded while smiling. There was no one who did not want their child to be praised and liked by others, including him.
Half an hour passed quickly, and all the children stopped writing. The teachers who led the teams carefully packed up their works and sent them to the judges' table for grading.
Cang Shuxue led Mengmeng and the rest out. She said excitedly when she saw Ye Chen, "Mr. Ye, I've seen Mengmeng's work. She'll definitely get first place this time. Congratulations!"
"Thank you, Ms. Cang."
Ye Chen smiled. He could not help but kiss his daughter after picking her up. He praised, "Good job, my dear daughter!"
"Daddy, what will you reward me with if I get first place?" The little girl hugged his neck and could not stop giggling.
"Daddy will give you whatever you want."
Ye Chen patted her head.
Compared to the little girl's heroic treatment, the little fatty, Li Erguo, was in a much worse state. Li Yongmin pointed at his nose and scolded him non-stop.
Half an hour later, the results of the competition were finally out.
"First prize, winner: Zhao Yang!
"Second prize, winner: Qian Hao!
"Fifth prize, winner: Chen Xiaohai, Li Erguo, Jiang Chun, Ma Junjie, Feng Nana!
"Ten consolation prizes, winner: Ye Mengmeng …"
"…"
Some people were worried while others were happy about the result. Then, everyone was shocked that the first prize went to Zhao Yang. Although Zhao Yang's work was a futuristic car, even an outsider would know that it was not good.
"The first prize is Zhao Yang, not Ye Mengmeng. That's impossible, right?"
"Even if Ye Mengmeng couldn't get first place, she should at least get the second prize. In the end, she was given a consolation prize. What's going on? Also, Zhao Yang's painting can't be ranked first, right? "
"There's definitely something fishy going on!"
"…"
Cang Shuxue was caught off guard. She could not help but say by instinct, "Perhaps there's a mistake. Mr. Ye, don't worry. I'll go ask."
"C-Ms. Cang, don't … go!"
Before she left, Mengmeng stopped her. She held back her tears and looked at Ye Chen. She choked and said, "Daddy, I-I'm sorry. I've … disappointed you."
The little girl did not want to cry.
However, she could not help but cry.
It was not easy for her father to accompany her to the competition. She just wanted to prove her hard work and brilliance to her father and get his praise.
In the end, she only got a consolation prize …
"It's okay. I've never been disappointed in you."
Ye Chen hugged her in his arms and wiped away the tears on her face. His expression gradually turned cold.
"It's fine if my daughter doesn't do it, but if she does, she'll be first. What's a mere consolation prize? Are you trying to get rid of a beggar?"
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