"Shu millet ......, Shu millet "

Most of the children have finished handing in the papers, and only Xiao Tiancheng is alone in the field helplessly looking for Li Tong.

Li Tong couldn't get in, so he could only shout at the little sweet orange in the arena with his voice: "Move by yourself!"

Li Tong waved his hand desperately, jumping up and down, and finally caught the attention of Xiao Tiancheng.

"Move it yourself?" Xiao Tiancheng's tears rolled in her eyes, and she looked at the one-meter-square cement slab in embarrassment.

"Are there any other students who haven't handed in their papers?" said the teacher in charge of collecting the test papers, holding a loudspeaker as a final reminder.

"Little Sweet Orange, believe in yourself!" Li Tong shouted vigorously.

Pu Shu also kept giving a thumbs up to Little Orange on the side.

Because the movement on Li Tong's side was too big, the eyes of the parents on the field were quickly attracted.

"Yo, did the kid draw lithographs?"

"It's so heavy, how can you hand in the papers?"

"Hehe, if you don't hand in the papers, it seems that it will be a white painting!"

"This parent is really, in order to make a position and let the child carry such a heavy thing, the little girl is at most four or five years old. ”

"Hey, some are parents who want to be famous, let's stop looking. The shortlist will be announced shortly. ”

……

"Are there any classmates who haven't handed in their papers?" the teacher asked one last time with a loudspeaker.

There was no way, Xiao Tiancheng gritted her little teeth and reluctantly tried to move the cement slab.

It's strange to say that such a heavy cement slab was actually lifted up by Little Sweet Orange like a feather.

"Huh~~ That kid has so much strength!"

"Isn't it? I actually picked it up myself!"

"Look at it, look at it, that little girl~ Is this performing acrobatics?"

"It's amazing how kids are now. ”

"Is this a special feature?"

Seeing Xiao Tiancheng handing over the lithograph to the teacher with brisk steps, everyone at the scene widened their eyes and showed an incredible expression on their faces.

Professor William, who was on the judges' bench, was also amazed and muttered something to the interpreter.

“Oh，My GOD……”

The interpreter translated to the staff on the side: "Professor William said that just now he saw that the little girl was very helpless, and he wondered why no one helped her?

“YES! KONGFU!” Professor William repeated it again, and then his gaze fell unconsciously on the painting of Sweet Orange.

Because of the distance, Professor William could vaguely see that it was a red animal, full of life, but the specific content was not clear. Professor William plans to take a closer look at the painting later.

After a while, the shortlisted results came out.

Ten children's drawings were displayed on the big screen in the stadium.

The first one is the one named Wang Baobao, and I saw that he silently said that he didn't know the big rooster in the toddler's picture book. Although the shape is similar, the lines are stiff and the composition is dead.

It is a copy of a children's drawing book, and he paints it with a watercolor pen, all in solid colors, and the colors are extremely bright and messy.

Li Tong shook his head and said to Pu Shu: "Hey, this is not art, it is simply a destruction of a child's nature." ”

"Isn't it? Pu Shu nodded approvingly, "I'm just afraid that my child will draw this kind of picture, so I haven't had a child." ”

The rest of the works are also the same, and they look like they were taught by a teacher or a training institution.

The pictures are clumsy to death, and the child's brushstrokes are rigid and rigid.

The ten paintings were scanned, and Li Tong did not find the slate paintings of Xiao Tiancheng.

He was a little lost, but he was helpless.

In fact, this kind of competition doesn't have to be awarded, but how can he deal with Shen Qianmo when he goes back, after all, the blank checks have been sent, and he promises to let Xiao Tiancheng win the award this time.

The other judges on the stage were all smiling and confident.

Only Professor William scanned the big screen with a frown, and then asked angrily, "What's this?"

The translator hurriedly translated, "Shortlisted works." ”

"WHY?" Professor William apparently disagreed with his work.

The translation of "Because...... automatically obliterates some of the national conditions, explained to Professor William.

“NO！It's art! Not game! (No!, it's art, not a game!)" Professor William exclaimed into the microphone.

Looking at Professor William's angry expression on the big screen, the parents in the audience also began to commotion.

Professor William seems to have a different opinion. ”

"It seems that yes, do you not recognize the results of the shortlist?"

"Possibly. ”

"Let's see. ”

Li Tong also held his breath and watched the development of the situation.

Professor William spoke emotionally in English to the interpreter, and then the interpreter approached the person in charge of the organizer.

"Professor William wanted to see the little girl's slate painting just now. ”

"This ......," the organizers glanced at the direction of Wang's place, and were a little embarrassed.

At this time, the thin middle-aged man came over again and whispered to the person in charge of the organizer.

The person in charge nodded repeatedly, then waved his hand and ordered the people below: "Go and show that painting to the professor." ”

It turned out that the thin middle-aged man had come to convey the words of the king.

Wang Chu is also smart, he doesn't want to make a difference, so he temporarily decided to add a special award.

This special award was given by Professor William, and he gave it to whomever he liked, and there was no need to offend him for a competition.

In the future, his Wang Baobao applied for Berkeley, and he still wanted to worship him, and he must not leave any bad impression on Huaxia.

After a while, the cement slab was put back on the stage.

As soon as Professor William stretched out his hand with his familiar movements, his assistant immediately handed the professor's reading glasses.

"It's the cement slab!"

"Oh really! It turns out that the professor wants to see cement slabs. ”

"Hey, this kind of graffiti, it's all over the wall in our courtyard. If there is anything to look at, it will deceive crooked nuts!"

Professor William didn't say a word, and in the noisy environment, he just stared straight at the painting of Sweet Orange.

“It's true art! (It's real art.) After a while, Professor William raised his gray head and exclaimed loudly.

Immediately, Professor William spoke into the microphone.

After the translation, everyone roughly figured out that what the professor said was-

This is the art of inner freedom, Huaxia not only has a broad and profound culture and Chinese kung fu, but also a super art that returns to nature and authenticity. This kid's talent shocked him!

He was amazed that a child could burst out with the primordial power of early human beings, it was incredible!

He's going to take this painting back to the United States!

All this was broadcast live by the reporter of CCAV14 channel.

Parents across the country who are watching this show are blindsided.

This, this, this......

Is this brick graffiti real art?

A parent in eastern China watched the show while looking around at his messy walls. Just now her son was beaten up by her for scribbling. What's the matter? Did you make a mistake this time?

An old woman in the northwest was tugging at her grandson's collar and pressing his head to wipe the graffiti on the wall honestly, when the sound of an interpreter came from the TV......

A kindergarten teacher in the southeast was trying to persuade the children in her class not to scribble on the walls of their homes, and the school radio said, "Professor William said that children's graffiti is a portrayal of the original human soul......

Everything is messed up!

This is too subversive of the three views of Chinese parents.

In their consciousness, the stupid animal copying in baby drawing books and children's picture books is a model of children's art.

What's going on now?

The graffiti on the bricks on the cement slab actually won the standard paintings taught by so many training institutions?

Incredible!

It's incredible!