Chapter 350: Meeting Zhang Mingli (Page 1/1)

The little guy's skirt is very conspicuous, and people passing by can't help but glance at her, only to see her slightly ostentatious introducing the skirt she designed, and her voice is crisp and sweet.

"Did you hear me, the little girl said that she had designed this dress herself. ”

"I heard that the children who came today were all shortlisted for the national finals to participate in the art exhibition, they are really talented, so talented at such a young age. ”

"You look at the design of her skirt, it's the silhouette of the petals, and the butterflies on the shoulders. ”

"Yes, I majored in fashion design, and I thought it was incredible. She looked like she was only four or five years old. ”

"Let's go over and take a closer look at the details. ”

For a while, the little one's skirt became the focus of the hall, and many of the people who came to participate in the exhibition were art and painting professionals, and they were very interested in the little one's unique design.

"Little friend, where did your inspiration come from?" asked an old man with glasses and white sideburns leaning over slightly, pushing his glasses and whispering.

The little guy is not afraid of life at all, he looked at the old man in front of him confidently, and raised his chin slightly, "My skirt is the same as my paintings, they all represent spring, and the title of my painting is also "Spring is Coming". ”

When the old man heard the last few words, his eyes widened subconsciously, then he pushed his glasses and looked at the little girl in front of him carefully, and said with a smile, "It turns out that "Spring is Coming" is also your work?"

"Of course. The little guy said confidently.

At this time, Han Mo also filled out the entry form, walked back to find the little guy, and saw a small poke person around the child from a distance, Han Mo sped up his steps.

Han Mo slowly walked to the center of the crowd, took the little guy's little hand, and politely nodded to the old man standing nearby.

The shortlisted children have a special passage, and all the "little painters" will enter in that passage, and they will wait for the award ceremony after the exhibition in a centralized location.

"Xuanxuan is really amazing, this skirt was designed by himself, it is amazing that such a young child can have such talent. Xuanxuan was surrounded by everyone just now, and Ding Rou didn't have a chance to ask, "Was it designed by Xuanxuan, did Dad help cut it?"

In the previous kindergarten activities, Han Mo made a princess dress for the little guy at the drag ball, which shocked all the parents and children.

Han Mo smiled, "Actually, it was all designed by the child herself, I just turned the painting on the paper into a real skirt according to her ideas, she is a designer, and I am a tailor at most." ”

Just now, Ding Rou was secretly thinking in her heart, it must be that the little guy only had a little bit of creativity, and most of the designs were made by her father, but she didn't expect that such a beautiful skirt was really thought of by the child herself, and she couldn't help but widen her eyes, and then looked at Xuanxuan who was walking beside her with a proud face.

"Go in by yourself, Dad is looking for our Xuanxuan's works in the art exhibition, and you will listen to Auntie obediently in a while." ”

The staff standing at the door of the waiting area is a young girl, who is responsible for bringing the young contestants in, because the children are relatively small, and the staff is very patient.

Ding Rou said a few words to Han Mo, and then went to Wang Lei, as the selected kindergarten representatives, they had an exchange meeting during the selection period, and the principals and teachers of each kindergarten would participate in discussing and learning from each other.

Han Mo walked alone in the art exhibition, where the paintings of outstanding children from all over the country were exhibited.

Some children use color flexibly, some children pay attention to realism, and some children have bold imagination, and they can't judge the children who are already qualified to participate in the exhibition and enter the national finals with good or bad use, and can only see what direction the judges pay attention to.

Han Mo actually wants to find the little guy's works, other people's paintings are all seen by the way, although the children's paintings have their own merits, but as a father, in his heart, there is no big reason, just a sentence, his daughter's painting is the best.

How to look at it, how to think about it, how to feel perfect.

Han Mo's gaze hurried between the paintings on the wall, and he took a few quick steps.

Suddenly, a familiar voice behind him.

"Teacher Han Mo?"

Han Mo stopped and looked back in the direction of the sound, it turned out to be Zhang Mingli, the host of the children's channel of Beidu TV, he had told a lot of Han Mo's works in the show before, and it was precisely because of these works that his storytelling program, which had declining ratings, became popular again.

"It's really you, you've been invited to the children's art exhibition? I'm just like you. "Han Mo has always been Zhang Mingli's idol, so I was very excited to see him.

Han Mo didn't want to explain much, he knew that Zhang Mingli was a well-known host of children's programs, and being invited to participate in the art exhibition not only increased the popularity of the competition, but he didn't say anything and nodded.

Zhang Mingli was originally a little bored walking alone, but he was a little excited to see the idol at the moment, "Teacher Han Mo, let's take a walk together, in fact, I read it all just now, and I will participate in the voting in a while, we are not professional in art, so we can only vote for the children from an amateur point of view." ”

It was a little suffocated just now, Zhang Mingli's words box opened a little uncontrollable, and continued, "Don't look at me as an amateur, I really can't appreciate children's works, but there is a painting, the painting is really good, I see the change of time from a painting." Zhang Mingli smashed his mouth, recalled the work he had just seen in his mind, and sighed sincerely, "That kid is too talented, go, Teacher Han Mo, I must take you to see that painting." ”

Han Mo was also walking around, and it was good to meet acquaintances, so he nodded and agreed to Zhang Mingli's request, and followed him to see the work he thought was the best.

Because he had walked through it before, Zhang Mingli immediately found the location of the work, and then stood excitedly in front of the painting and admired it carefully, admiring from time to time.

The work has been framed, and a beam of light shines on the painting, reflecting the colors of the work more vividly.

Han Mo couldn't help but sigh, whether it is a person or a painting, it needs light, just like people standing on the stage, with the illumination of the light, it will look more elegant and beautiful, and the painting is the same, what is presented in the field of vision at this moment is completely different from the feeling presented by just a piece of painting paper.

Zhang Mingli began to chatter again, "Teacher Han Mo, it's this painting, look at it, isn't it good, I'm not talking nonsense, this kid imagined the originally static scene as dynamic." ”

He proudly introduced the most satisfactory painting in front of Han Mo, with pride in his tone, and continued, "I won't tell you, many people feel it with adult thinking, and they can't feel the meaning of the child at all, maybe they just see a skin, in the eyes of most people, this painting is just a small tree, a small grass." ”

Han Mo suddenly laughed, and suddenly thought of the reaction of the little guy who happily went home with the painting in his hand.

Zhang Mingli looked at Han Mo and smiled, knowing that his own point of view was recognized, and pointed to the name in the lower right corner of the painting and said, "In fact, it is about a change from winter to spring, and the child uses an exaggerated technique to tell the person who sees the painting that everything recovers in spring, and trees and grasses grow new shoots. ”

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