Facing the enthusiastic applause of the parents, Mu Ling waved her right hand, smiled, and sat dignified on the edge of the sofa, which was a little incompatible with her cute appearance. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Visually, Mu Ling was the youngest of all the children who participated in the interview.

There was no nonsense, the host sat directly on the single sofa, holding the microphone, and greeted the serious-looking teenagers with a smile.

"This year, we have produced a lot of masterpieces in Ink City, especially our Xiaofei classmates, who won the second prize in the country, come, Xiaofei, tell me your feelings and feelings."

The host picked up a microphone next to the sofa and handed it to a chubby, freckled, fourteen-year-old boy.

"I, I thank you all for your support in advance, I am very happy to get this award." Then, it got stuck.

The overwhelmed little flying boy shoes peeked at the parents in the background with her spare eyes, and a middle-aged woman behind her seemed to be drawing some pattern, Mu Ling thought about it was probably the acceptance speech.

Sure enough, the little flying shoes successfully fell into the routine.

"First of all, I would like to thank my parents..., but also my teachers..., and finally thank the provincial city for giving me a chance to participate..."

Well, there are already three black vertical lines on the top of Mu Ling's head. Brother, you're done with this now, what do you want to do after that?

However, after all, the host has a level, and he took over the conversation in two clicks, and began to ask the next winner to talk about his feelings, of course, without exception, they are all immutable Du Niang answers.

Start with my parents to thank me, after all, they are the ones who gave birth to me and raised me, and they bear the brunt of it; Then there is his own teacher, if there is no teacher, where can he be the one who has won the award now; In the end, there will be some sycophants, so that the organizers will also be happy and happy, and by the way, cheer for sponsorship.

What perfect logic!

It's just that in front of the TV, is it really good for a dozen or so children to have these words? What about the big ghost of the person who said good? What about the naivety of saying yes?

Mu Ling was already in deep speechlessness, and the poor host could only stiffen his cheeks and ask one by one, after all, the process still had to be completed.

Finally, it was our turn to Mu Ling.

The host asked, "The last one is our little beauty Mu Ling, she is the only one in the country who has been included in the disciple of Mr. Dong, the president of the Painting Association." Come, Mu Ling, what do you think of this honor? ”

Children? You're a child, an adult! Mu Ling played Xiao Jiujiu in her heart.

The child next to him handed the microphone to Mu Ling, and the host's eyes were looking forward to it, such a beautiful and greasy girl must be cute, it is best to provoke some laughter and enliven the atmosphere.

On the other hand, Mu Ling, in order to highlight her uniqueness and deeply show the innocence that she should have at her age, she blinked her eyes and replied in a glutinous tone as much as possible: "Auntie, who is Mr. Dong?" Is he a Tang monk? ”

The host seemed to be stumped by this question all of a sudden, Mr. Dong is Mr. Dong, and I'm not engaged in art, how can I know? But the words can't be said like this, the Tai Chi brothers appeared at the critical moment.

"Mr. Dong is Mu Ling's teacher in the future, I believe that Mu will definitely shine in the painting world in the future!"

Hehe, I'm sorry for you.

At the end of the first session, the moderator breathed a sigh of relief and moved on to the next charter.

"After negotiations between our radio station and the central government, the paintings of the winners have been made public, so let's enjoy them now."

After speaking, the host turned his head to the big screen behind him, and at this time the work was playing in the form of a slideshow.

Several of the paintings that won the second and third prizes are antique and have different styles, and the quality is really good at this age.

And Mu Ling's painting was the last one, but in the few minutes of waiting, she was still a little apprehensive in her heart.

I secretly painted the landscape that Dong Yushi cared about, but in terms of its quality level, it would be good to be able to mix a third prize, not to mention that there was a large pool of ink on it.

There is almost no doubt that such a grand display will be questioned.

But is Mu Ling a person who cares so much about other people's opinions? Apparently not.

Whatever, the soldiers will block, the water will cover the earth, he didn't steal or rob, he has a clear conscience! Secretly cheering herself up, Mu Ling turned her head and stared at the big screen.

As the paintings were put one by one, the applause of the audience below did not stop, and even some family members directly opened their throats and shouted okay!

However, when it was Mu Ling's turn, the originally warm applause instantly became fragmented, and most of the audience was stunned.

Mu's mother, who saw the painting for the first time, couldn't come back to her senses, she never knew that Mu Ling gave up the competition for her, but simply thought that her daughter relied on her real skills to win Dong Yushi's favor.

After all, mother and son are connected, tears overflow in her eyes, and she understands her daughter that if she hadn't been in a car accident, she wouldn't be in such an embarrassing situation now.

blame yourself, if you didn't rush to the competition venue to cheer for her, if you listened to her daughter's instructions before leaving, don't go out easily, but if you care more about your daughter's chatter in those days, the ending will not be like this.

As a layman, anyone who sees a black painting will not think it looks good, not to mention that Mu Ling's picture is indeed not beautiful.

Although the result was expected, Mu Ling was still a little sad, her works were not welcomed, and she would not be happy.

There was a sigh in the audience, and Mu Ling didn't need to listen to it to know that it was nothing more than suspicion and questioning.

"This kind of painting can also be appreciated by Master Dong, just kidding......"

"I think our children are better at drawing than hers, is there any inside story?"

"It's really embarrassing, if it were me, I would have run off the stage a long time ago, and I would have stood there with a thick skin, thinking that I would be good at it, go down!"

“......”

The voices of discussion are endless, and the host didn't expect this scene to appear, because he was in a hurry today, so he didn't look at the record before he went on the stage, so he naturally didn't know the existence of this painting.

I don't know how the organizers did it, isn't this deliberately provoking!

Picking up the microphone, the host played a round field, "I believe that this painting can enter Mr. Dong's eyes, there must be a reason for him, audience, please don't talk loudly, let's listen to Mu Ling's children's speech." ”

After throwing the hot potato to Mu Ling, the host immediately regretted it, what does such a young child know, if he says the wrong thing, it will not be easy to end up.

However, looking at Mu Ling's calm expression and dense emotions, he swallowed back the words he just wanted to stop.