Haizhou International Convention and Exhibition Center, ushered in a strange guest, a seven or eight years old, wearing a cute white short skirt, a small flower umbrella to block the morning sun is not too strong, said strange, because of her sunglasses that are enough to cover half of the face, this little girl hung "Haizhou 2010 Calligraphy and Painting Exhibition" pavilion bouncing away, this needless to say is of course our Lin Ling little beauty.

Looking at the daughter who was as happy as an elf in front of her, Ding Meng was relieved and helpless, helpless was her pair of sunglasses, in the morning, she saw that she had the oversized pair of sunglasses, she asked with a smile, "You look at the art exhibition, and you wear a big sunglasses, you can see clearly, people who don't know still think that someone in the hacker empire is coming." ”

Who knows that her daughter replied: "Sooner or later, I will be famous all over the world, and at that time I will be in the limelight, if I don't protect myself as soon as possible, I am likely to be surrounded by reporters and thousands of fans in the future, and that kind of life will make me worse than death." ”

Ding Meng really can't help this baby girl, what is it, when it comes to her mouth, there seems to be a lot of reasons, it sounds like people are always laughing, looking like a little adult, but doing things is indispensable with a little childish color, no matter what, he is still a child who has not grown up.

What my daughter likes is Chinese painting, mother and daughter went to the Chinese painting area one after the other, there are landscapes and characters hanging on the wall, Ding Meng is limited to appreciating this thing, and she can generally see a good or bad thing, but she can enter the paintings of this place, she looks at it almost the same, all good, see her daughter look at it one by one, or nod or shake her head, she is very suspicious, this little girl can understand it, or is pretending to deceive people.

"What, is this the best drawing?" Seeing her daughter staring in front of a painting for about five or six minutes, and the number of people who stopped in front of this painting was also the most, almost more than 20 people, Ding Meng asked in a low voice curiously, this painting is a plum blossom, it looks very realistic, Ding Meng looks at this beautiful.

"No, this painting is the worst in the entire gallery." Lin Ling's answer, the voice was not small at all, the exhibition hall with a slight discussion immediately became extremely quiet, and people, old and young, all turned their heads to look at this little girl who spoke amazingly.

An old man in his 60s, also wearing a pair of sunglasses, smiled and asked, "Little girl, where do you think it is?" ”

"There is its form and no god can only be called the top grade, but it can never become a good product, no matter how good the painting, if you can't express the soul of the scene, are in vain, just in terms of the painting of this painting, the absolute first-class level, it is estimated that it is a master of Chinese painting for many years, but the plum blossom is proud but not lonely, fighting but not hegemonic, the plum blossom of this painting is too lonely, suppressing its arrogance, the competition is full of the king's spirit, is a big failure, there is such a person with such a brush, make such a painting, That's why I say it's the worst. Lin Ling's words were really shocking, and the twenty or thirty people around her, all looked at her with shocked expressions.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Lin Ling didn't give people too much time to think, and then said: "If my expectations are correct, the author of this painting is an old man, people are old, the more talented people are, the more they will have a sense of loneliness, the children think that he is happy, and it is enough to be accompanied by a painting, but how do you know, a priceless peerless work, it is not as good as holding his grandson, and eating a homely meal with his children makes him happier and happier, people!" Alas! ”

People all fell into contemplation, what this little girl said, it was not like a child, but more like an old man who saw through the world, waited for a while, saw that no one spoke, Lin Ling continued: "This old man, should be very famous in the calligraphy and painting world, has a lot of power, has been respected for a long time, and naturally gives birth to a kind of atmosphere of a superior, fame and fortune!" ”

Lin Ling didn't say anything more, looked up at this useless plum blossom that she criticized, if she took off her sunglasses, people would definitely see the excitement and joy in her eyes, the old man who asked Lin Ling just now sighed, "The little girl has such a mind at a young age, it's really surprising, I don't know who the teacher is?" ”

"Expelled from school, self-taught." Lin Ling's funny words made everyone around him laugh.

"Huh! Interesting little girl, you are a little arrogant, you even say that you are a genius. The old man bent down and touched Lin Ling's head, with a look of kindness.

"Huh! Grandpa, are you smart too? I'm a genius! Lin Ling was so ashamed that she boasted about herself.

"Haha! Okay, then our little genius doesn't know if he can draw a picture for grandpa to see, don't you say no, you're a genius! The old man happily joked with Lin Ling.

"A genius is a genius, there is no big or small, then I'll be ugly, is there a place to paint?" Lin Ling tilted her head, corrected the old man's words, and sighed in her heart, "This old man is cunning, he dug a hole for himself, and he had to jump down."

"Yes, our genius waits." The old man turned his head and whispered a few words in the ear of a young man, who hurried away.

"Hey! Can you do it? There are all connoisseurs here, and there are many masters among them. Ding Meng looked at the change of events, and whispered in her daughter's ear worriedly, she had seen her daughter's paintings, in her opinion, it can't be called a painting, it's better to call it nonsense, it's a good bamboo, she either gets a wing, or a big foot, people who know know that it's bamboo, and people who don't know think she paints a monster.

Lin Ling glanced at the table that was not lower than hers, and her small mouth showed a wry smile, "This guy is a little too tall, help me get a chair, ask for wood, stand firm." ”

The people around all laughed, and everyone gathered around the table where there was going to be a painting, and the people gathered more and more, and the latecomers inquired about what was going on, and soon the news spread, and people were very curious, this little girl, what could be amazing.

Jumping on the chair, Lin Ling stepped on it hard, confirmed that it was enough to support her body, turned her head and smiled at the people, and said to a tall middle-aged man: "This uncle, can you help me move the chair for a while." ”

"No problem." The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and walked to the chair with a smile.

Lin Ling began to mix the ingredients, more than ten minutes, before the paint was matched, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and recalled, all the people felt a solemn color, the surroundings became quiet, Lin Ling suddenly opened her eyes, and drew on the paper quickly and slowly, with her instructions, the middle-aged man kept moving the chair, and in ten minutes, the prototype of the painting had been completed, and people looked at it and knew that Lin Ling was painting bamboo. Finally there is a recommendation.,Start three more.,Everyone's tickets、Collection,Click to support.,Thank you!

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