Li Tong dragged his somewhat tired body back to his villa.

The old gun has cleaned up the villa, and the nanny has already gone to the intermediary to contact her, a middle-aged woman who looks very refreshing, named Sister Xia.

A bouquet of yellow lilies is also inserted in a Czech glass vase in the center of the living room.

Li Tong had long known that the old gun would live, but he didn't expect him to be so good at living.

As soon as Li Tong sat down on the sofa in the living room, Sister Xia handed over a pair of cotton slippers and brought a cup of steaming green tea.

This treatment, Li Tong sighed twice.

After Li Tong finished drinking tea, he came to Xiangyang's studio on the second floor, and the old gun had already helped him move all the books in the dormitory and stacked them neatly on the bookcase.

There are only three days left before the Taoli Cup Children's Painting Competition, and Shen Qianmo said that the best people who stand out in this competition are eligible to represent the country in international competitions.

Shen Qianmo attaches great importance to this competition, and for the sake of Little Sweet Orange, Li Tong attaches the same importance to it.

In fact, Li Tong has a lot of complaints about this kind of thing.

There was no way for him to participate in the National Art Exhibition before.

The so-called literature is not the first, there is no martial arts, and art is even more so.

Li Tong has always believed that art should be a group of people playing together and learning skills.

Just like the scholars in ancient times, in the mountains and rivers, the water flowed, the song was struck, and the painting was discussed, how elegant and free?

However, now for many years, the thinking of Chinese people who like to compare has been immersed in all aspects of life.

The most typical examples of art circle competitions are Lang Lang and Li Yundi.

Li Yundi was compared to the competition, Lang Lang has been playing music with various artists abroad since he was a child, and winning the competition award is just a matter of incident.

However, in the face of the tough reality, Li Tong temporarily chose to compromise.

At least, Xiao Tiancheng's winning the award can temporarily relieve Shen Qianmo's anxiety about being a mother.

"Don't draw silently. Li Tong said to himself.

Although there are so many famous works, Li Tong can write them down silently and let Xiao Tiancheng copy them.

However, Li Tong would never do that.

He wants to discover Sweet Orange's talent and unleash her imagination.

Li Tong flipped through the book on art history, and then quickly closed it again, so let's wait for the afternoon to ask Xiao Tiancheng what he meant.

At noon, Sister Xia cooked four dishes and one soup, Li Tong ate some casually, and hurried to the Shen family's villa.

"Shu Xiao, I've been waiting for you for a long time~ Ma Ma ordered me pizza to eat at noon!"

As soon as she entered the door, Xiao Tiancheng jumped like Li Tong to report the content of her lunch.

"Hahahaha, you Ma Ma actually ordered you to make marinated naan!" Li Tong picked up the little sweet orange and walked to the studio on the second floor.

Shen Qianmo and Sister Fei watched with a smile as they went upstairs.

Li Tong spread out a piece of B5 white paper on the desk, and then threw a box of crayons to Sweet Orange and asked her to draw as she pleased.

Li Tong feels that crayons are the material that best highlights the characteristics of children's paintings, and the paintings they draw look more innocent and brilliant than watercolor pens.

In less than an hour, the little sweet orange was finished.

I saw that on the white paper, Sweet Orange drew a cow with red crayons, and then there was a blue sun in the sky, and there were some yellow weeds on the ground.

Li Tong looked at this painting and always felt familiar.

Why does this painting of Sweet Orange look so familiar, it seems to be a certain art style.

What the hell is it?!

Li Tong couldn't remember it for a while, but he simply felt familiar.

"Little Sweet Orange, this painting of yours, Shu Huang will take it back to study it, and come back to you tomorrow, okay?"

After speaking, Li Tong folded the paper and stuffed it into his pocket, planning to go back to check the information.

Just as Li Tong was going downstairs, he suddenly faintly heard someone hiding in the corner under the stairs talking on the phone.

Listening to the sound like Shen Qianmo's, Li Tong unconsciously slowed down a little.

"Producer Liu, didn't that song say it was good for me to sing, what do you mean to Angela now......

"So what is the title song of my new album?...... You can't go back on your word like that. “

"I know, I'm in a special situation, I'm already very careful, the paparazzi won't photograph me having children. Can you please help me fight for that song......"

Shen Qianmo's voice was very small, and Li Tong heard it intermittently, but through Shen Qianmo's words and her anxious tone, Li Tong still deduced that it seemed that the title song of her new album was robbed by Angela.

Angela, the star Li Tong, knows it, just by relying on Tong. Face. Ju milk is pure red, if you want to sing without singing, if you want to have acting skills, you have no acting skills.

Shen Qianmo was born with a good voice, but that Angela was old when she sang, and when she sang, she felt as if she would have an asthma attack at any time.

Now Li Tong's top priority is to help Xiao Tiancheng Taoli Cup win the award, so he can't care so much, and hurriedly returned to his home with the painting.

After arriving home, Li Tong spread the painting on the coffee table in the living room, staring at it without saying a word.

The tea in front of him, Sister Xia gave him cold and continued, and continued and cooled, but Li Tong never drank a sip.

"Sister Xia, where is the old gun?" asked Li Tong.

"He and Erfat went out to buy something, and they will be back soon. Sister Xia wiped her hand on her apron and replied.

Li Tong took out his mobile phone and called the old gun: "Where are you?"

"Boss, it's time to the door, come in immediately!" Old Gun and Li Tong were amused.

"Get in. Li Tong pinched the phone directly.

As soon as Lao Gun and Er Fat entered the door, before they changed their shoes, they felt that Li Tong, who was sitting on the sofa, was shrouded in a dark energy, as if they wanted to suck them in.

"Boss, what do you have to do when you summon a lowly position?"

"You two come and help me take a look, I always feel like a style of painting, but I can't think of it. ”

"What kind of painting makes you so sad?"

The old gun and the second fat came over together.

But as soon as their eyes came into contact with the painting on the coffee table, they burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, I thought you were working on some amazing painting? That's it...... Hahahaha!"

"Poof~~~Tongzi, do you want to enter early childhood art education......? Hahapo!"

"Is this painting still styled? children's painting style!"

"Tongzi, what the hell are you selling? Tell me quickly! Don't tease us!"

The old gun and the second fat you laughed at Li Tong with a word.

Li Tong twisted his eyebrows and didn't say a word.

"Have you laughed enough?"

After a while, Li Tong raised his head and looked at the two of them with a serious face.

Lao Gun saw Li Tong's expression, he shouldn't be joking, so he stabbed the second fat who was leaning forward and backward with his elbow, signaling him to stop laughing.

The old gun looked up, picked up the painting of Little Sweet Orange and looked at it carefully.