Chapter 41 School Exal

Haizhou International Convention and Exhibition Center welcomed a strange guest, a seven- or eight-year-old, dressed in a cute white skirt, and a small flower umbrella to cover the not very strong sunshine in the morning. It was strange because of her sunglasses that were enough to cover half of her face. The little girl was hanging the "Haizhou 2010 Painting and Calligraphy Exhibition" The exhibition hall jumped away. Needless to say, this is our little beauty Lin Ling.

Looking at the elf-like daughter in front of her, Ding Meng was gratified and helpless. What she had no choice but to do was her sunglasses. In the morning, when she saw that she was covered with that pair of huge sunglasses, she smiled and asked, "You watch the art exhibition and wear a big sunglasses. You can see it clearly. People who don't know thought that someone in the hacker empire came. It's done."

Who knew that my daughter replied, "Sooner or later, I will be famous all over the world. At that time, I will pay attention to everyone. If I don't protect myself as soon as possible, I am likely to be surrounded by reporters and thousands of fans in the future. Such a life will make my life worse than death."

Ding Meng really can't do anything about this precious daughter. It seems that there are always many reasons in her mouth. It sounds ironic and looks like a little adult, but there is no lack of childishness in doing things. No matter what, she is still a child who hasn't grown up.

What her daughter likes is traditional Chinese painting. The mother and daughter went to the area of traditional Chinese painting one after another. There are landscapes and figures hanging on the wall. Ding Meng is limited to appreciating this thing. Generally speaking, she can see whether it is good or bad, but when she can enter the painting in this place, she looks almost the same. It's all good. She has seen her daughter one by one, or nodded or Shaking her head, she was very suspicious that the little girl could understand or pretend to be a liar.

"What, is this painting the best?" It has been almost five or six minutes since my daughter stared in front of a painting, and the most people stopped in front of this painting. There were almost 20 people. Ding Meng asked in a curious low voice. This painting was a plum blossom, which looked very realistic. Ding Meng looked beautiful.

"No, this painting is the worst in the whole exhibition hall." Lin Ling's answer was not small at all. The exhibition hall with a little discussion immediately became extremely quiet, and people, old or young, turned their heads to look at the amazing little girl.

An old man in his 60s, also wearing a pair of sunglasses, asked with a smile, "Little girl, what do you think is the difference?"

"It can only be called the best, but it can't be a good one. No matter how good the painter is, if you can't show the soul of the scenery, it's all in vain. As far as the painter is concerned, the painter of this painting alone is absolutely first-class. It is estimated to be made by a master figure who has been immersed in silver Chinese painting for many years, but the plum blossom is proud and not Lonely, fighting for hegemony. The loneliness of the plum blossom in this painting is too heavy, suppressing its arrogance. The competition is full of the spirit of the king. It is a big failure. There is such a person with such a pen to make such a painting, so I say it is the worst. Lin Ling's words were really amazing. The 20 or 30 people around her all looked at her in shock.

Taking a breath of relief, Lin Ling did not give people too much time to think, and then said, "If I'm right, the author of this painting is an old man. When he is old, the more talented he is, the more lonely he will feel. The children think that he is happy and has enough to be accompanied by paintings, but they don't know. The peerless work of great value makes him happier than holding his grandson and having a family meal with his children. People! Alas!"

People are all immersed in meditation. What the little girl said was not like a child, but more like an old man who saw through the world. After waiting for a while, no one spoke. Lin Ling continued to say, "This old man should be very famous in the calligraphy and painting world, and he has no rights. Small, respected for a long time, naturally gives birth to a breath of superiors, fame and fortune!"

Lin Ling didn't say anything more. She looked up at the useless plum blossom that she criticized. If she took off her sunglasses, people would definitely see the excitement and joy in her eyes. The old man who just asked Lin Ling's painting sighed, "It's really surprising that the little girl has such a mind at such a young age. No Do you know who the teacher is?

"Exit out of school, self-study." Lin Ling's funny words made everyone around her laugh.

"Ha ha! Interesting little girl, you are a little proud to say that you are a genius. The old man bent down and touched Lin Ling's head with a loving face.

"Oh! Grandpa, are you also very smart? I'm a genius!" Lin Ling was so shameless that she boasted.

"Haha! OK, then I don't know if our little genius can draw a picture for Grandpa to see. Don't say no, you are a genius!" The old man joked with Lin Ling happily.

"Genius is a genius. There is no big or small. Then I'll make a fool of myself. Is there a place to draw here?" Lin Ling tilted her head and corrected the old man's words. She sighed in her heart, "This old man is cunning. He dug a hole for himself and had to jump down."

"Yes, our genius, wait a minute." The old man turned his head and whispered a few words in a young man's ear. The young man hurried away.

"Hey! Can you do it? There are all masters here, and there are many masters among them. Ding Meng looked at the change of the situation and asked in a worried whisper in her daughter's ear. She had seen her daughter's painting. In her opinion, it can't be called painting. It's better to play nonsense. It's a good bamboo. She either makes a wing or a big foot. People who know it know it's bamboo. People who don't know think what kind of monster she drew.

Lin Ling glanced at the table that was not lower than her, and her little mouth showed a smile of bitter smile. "This guy is a little too high. Help me get a chair, ask for wood, and stand firmly."

All the people around laughed. Everyone gathered around the table where there was going to be a painting. More and more people gathered, the latter listened to what had happened, and soon the matter spread. People were curious about what amazing this little girl could do.

Jumping on the chair, Lin Ling stepped on it hard to make sure that it was enough to support her body. She turned her head and smiled at the people and said to a tall middle-aged man, "Uncle, can you help me move the chair later?"

"No problem." The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and walked to the chair with a smile.

Lin Ling began to color the ingredients. It took more than ten minutes to match the paint. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes and thought back. Everyone felt a solemn color, and the surroundings became quiet. Lin Ling suddenly opened her eyes and drew on the paper quickly and slowly. With her instructions, the middle-aged people kept The moving chair, in more than ten minutes, the prototype of the painting has been completed. People look at it and know that Lin Ling painted bamboo. Finally, there is a recommendation. Let's start the third update. Everyone's tickets and collections. Click to support it. Thank you!

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