Qiuyun was sweeping the gate alone, in front of the school gate, in fact, Aunt Hygiene cleaned every day. But Qiuyun is still sweeping by himself today. She just wanted to sweep it clean, as if for Qiuyun, so that she could try to sweep away the new school.

There is no progress without competition. Qiuyun felt that he had to have a strategy with the parents of the students. She thought about it for a long time and decided to hold an exhibition of students' paintings. Qiuyun also plans to let everyone select outstanding works in this exhibition to participate in the Global Children's Cup Online Art Competition. The exhibition began in an exhibition hall in the Xinhua Bookstore. The children are all sitting in a precarious position, standing next to their works. Tian Tian, Tongtong, Tyumen. I took out my own works very obediently. The children in the school can be said to have made serious preparations.

The exhibition was unprecedentedly busy. Thanks to the help of two teachers hired by Qiuyun. All the parents and visitors to the bookstore participated in the exhibition. It was on display for a week. The children even signed autographs for people who liked their work. The crowd admires and respects the art of painting so much, and they love the little painters of Qiuyun School even more. Qiuyun has always been faithful to guard, and he arranged the ballot box for his paintings. She needs the most authentic answers so that she can be selected to participate in the Children's Cup Online Artwork Global Competition.

When the exhibition was about to end, the manager of Xinhua Bookstore talked to Qiu Yun, hoping to add two more days of art exhibition. Because the bookstore was not doing well, the exhibition increased many visitors and buyers. Qiuyun readily agreed, but she wanted to guard the exhibition alone for two more days. In the evening, Qiu Yun sorted out all the ballots in the ballot box one by one. Doodle. Doodle. Nian called Qiuyun in WeChat.

Qiu Yun barely had his hands free to open the tablet. Reading, a line of words stood out in front of Qiu Yun's eyes, "Principal Qiu, my younger brother does not participate in the painting competition. Any drawing competition. Qiuyun was strangely anxious. She didn't care about the phone and hung up the phone. "Why, Tyumen's work is so good," Qiuyun said. "There's nothing for the gods, you know, my brother's paintings don't participate in any competitions. The words were simple and clear. There is no room for negotiation.

Akiyun was discouraged that her proudest student was unable to participate in the competition. For the first time, Qiuyun really began to feel that he couldn't miss enough friends, and he couldn't understand this matter. She sorted out the works for two days and finally selected the works of 10 children. In fact, Qiuyun knew in her heart that there might not be one who could pass the preliminary review, because she did not have Qiuming's works in the competition.

After waiting for more than ten days, the school received a reply from the Children's Cup Organizing Committee. The result was expected. None of the children were selected. At night, Qiu Yun silently watched the neighbor of his school, the Hanmo Calligraphy School, brightly lit.

A bold idea popped up, and Qiu Yun himself picked up a paintbrush overnight and painted an oil painting. The oil painting is called "My Mother and Me", and the title is Xue Tiantian, who is the daughter of Xue Tinghua. Mail it to the Children's Cup Organizing Committee. This is the first time Qiu Yun has participated in the competition with his own work. It can be said that Qiuyun's painting talent is very high, but in the past days, she never thought about participating in any art exhibitions or competitions. Now she competes in children's competitions.

Life sometimes likes to be persecuted, and people don't want to take those dangerous roads. Qiuyun received a notice that Xue Tiantian's painting "My Mother and Me" was selected. She looked at the invitation of the children's cup, and thought about how to cultivate Tian Tianlai. After all, this orphan girl is a future painting genius.

Nian is very upset, his work pressure has been quite high recently, and he wants to chat with Qiuyun at midnight, but Qiuyun turns off his mobile phone and doesn't reply in WeChat. Qiuyun is busy being a mother and cultivating Tiantian. After all, it is easy to paint in a painting, but it is not easy to coax out a temperamental person, and it is not easy to paint a champion. Nian, I couldn't stand it and went straight to Qiuyun's house. He is not a scoundrel, but he can't help but rely on Qiuyun.

When he opened the door and saw that he was Nian, Qiu Yun felt that he was going to show his stuffing again. Tian Tian was also very happy to see that it was Qiuming's brother. After all, Tian Tian was undergoing the training of Qiuyun's high-pressure test. The little girl looked at the situation and deliberately said to Qiuyun, "Teacher, I don't want to draw anymore." I'm exhausted. I want to go to sleep. Qiu Yun suppressed his irritability and nodded.

Sitting on Qiuyun's sofa, reading, it was very casual, and Qiuyun cried in his arms here. Tian Tian walked into the door of the small bedroom, turned around and twisted his head, and looked at Nian with a pair of big eyes. He pushed the door and went straight to his bedroom. Qiuyun arranged for the child to sleep in his own home. let Tian Tian sleep in his son's previous small bedroom.

Nian, looking at Qiuyun. Qiu Yun looked unhappy or sad. "Why don't you look at me happy?" said Nian a little uncomfortably. He could see Qiu Yun's impatience. "It's nothing, you sit down, what do you want to drink, but my family has been lately, and there is nothing good to drink" Qiu Yun looked lazy. "What are you asking me to drink, why is it more like an eviction order" Nian said cheekily and deliberately, in fact, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Qiuyun didn't have much patience to read it, so he was dumb and thought about it. It's not interesting to look at it, so Nian said goodbye early and left Qiuyun's house. Walking on the way home, Nian, he was very depressed, he drove all the way and smoked all the way, and finally he stopped on the side of the road and stood alone and looked at the night sky.

The black sky has a few dotted stars. There was a bit of humidity in the air, and I still felt depressed. He was in love and he liked Qiuyun, and his feelings for Qiuyun were wilder than he understood. Nian is actually not less than thirty-five years old, but he doesn't want to get married, and he is not interested in things other than his career. He has always thought that love is neurosis, and he is a genius. It is a computer program, the overlord of the data kingdom.

Nian, he was really distressed. He silently loves Qiuyun. However, I don't know what Qiuyun thinks. Sitting alone on the side of the road, watching the cars come and go. Thinking, suddenly remembered, Tian Tian left to go to his bedroom, and looked back at himself strangely. Nian, instinctively realized, Qiu Yun must be busy with something, maybe it was something with this children's drawing competition.

He, a genius, immediately got through the phone and carefully asked the art teacher in Qiuyun School. Knowing that there was a child, Tian Tian was selected for the competition. read, and quickly set out a lot of information. In particular, the thing that Nian knows, the competition number of Qiuyun's entry "My Mother and Me".

He hurried home, and in his office, Nian used his computer technology to see Qiu Yun's oil painting "My Mother and Me". He opened a small oil painting that Qiuyun had given him a long time ago. The two oil paintings were analyzed and compared by computer numbers, and in the rows of grid lines typed out by the computer, groups of comparison data came out. Nian, saw an irrefutable fact. Both paintings were painted by one person.