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Fang Ruohua smiled in her heart, blinked, and said softly: "Well, thanks to Mrs. Tong's wrong love, although I like to paint, but in this life, I am a star singer, and I have to take painting purely as a hobby." Turning his head to look at the master again, Ruohua knew in his heart that if a star singer wanted to reach the top, it was impossible to focus too much on others. ”

This is much more gentle and pleasant, but it is also a firm refusal.

A few painters sighed, and what they said was the same, but it was a pity that such a good seedling, if he could focus on painting, he might not be able to become famous and start a family.

Mrs. Tong couldn't cry or laugh, the little girl had more eyes than her master, after all, she shook her head, sighed, and didn't say more, she didn't know how hard the training of the star singer was, although she pitied the talent, but she would not persuade others to take care of the painting as a good star singer.

Those guests sitting in remote places, one by one, hung their heads, they befriended the old lady, in order to find a way out for future generations, how good is painting? Qinggui, with a skill, you don't have to worry about having no food to eat all your life.

And there are many star singers who specialize in hiring painters to draw star maps for themselves, and good painters are also rare and have a high status.

But what they try to get, people can give up very casually, if they can get a word of praise from Mrs. Tong, they can't be crazy with joy, but they only reply with the words 'hobby', so how can it not be sad?

The sighs of these guests, a few old people at the main table couldn't hear it, Mrs. Tong was more distressed about the children who painted well, and watched Ruohua draw the dance that Huang Lao helped her choreograph, and after thinking about it carefully, she asked Ruohua to dance to the side of the room to show her, and nodded after reading: "There are a few movements that need to be changed." ”

A pointer, a modification, not to mention, after the modification, it feels really different from before.

However, Mrs. Tong was still not satisfied, and clapped her hands for a while: "Expression, Ruohua, your expression is not right...... Imagine you're only ten years old now, you're playing with your friends, you're playing hide and seek, you're fluttering butterflies, you're laughing and laughing, you're free, imagine that joy, and then you're jumping, don't take it too seriously, relax, and do whatever you want. ”

Fang Ruohua knew that the dance music that Huang Lao helped her choreograph this time seemed to be deliberately childlike, and it shouldn't be too serious.

Mrs. Tong is not a star singer, but as Huang Lao said, she is very sensitive to all the beauty in the world, but with a few words of advice, Fang Ruohua danced down with a song of star dance, as if she was a little more playful and lively, which made people feel happy to watch.

The birthday banquet was only half a day, the guests had eaten the banquet, and the Tong family sent everyone away, Fang Wenxing's face was white, and he looked back again.

Today's guests give gifts, many of them are the paintings of the younger generations, and now all kinds of painting scrolls are piled up on the table.

The descendants of the Tong family did not throw these things away at will, and they put them away quite carefully, and the labels with the names of each family were not messed up, but with so many paintings, it must be impossible for Mrs. Tong to see them in person, and it is luck to let the people of the Tong family glance at them.

But what about Fang Ruohua?

She relied on the face of her master, Mr. Lu, to get closer to the main table than the other guests, and paid attention to that side, naturally from the beginning to the end, the painting painted by Fang Ruohua that I don't know what it was, let the old lady Tong cherish it properly.

At first, the old man was not willing to give it, so he asked Mrs. Tong to scold him for a few violent words, promised all kinds of benefits, and promised to send his children to help the National Association draw a star map for free, and then took away the painting.

Fang Wenxing didn't believe that his sister could draw anything good! What is she capable of, can she not know that she is a sister? That person works all day long, in addition to working all day long, he still works part-time, and he has no money to go to the training company, where can he go to learn painting skills?

It's nothing else, Fang Wenxing has studied painting for so long, she knows very well that it is not difficult to paint, but if she wants to paint well, in addition to talent, she also needs to work hard, her senior brothers and sisters paint for seven or eight hours a day, and the rest of the time is not idle, and they study hard.

Fang Wenxing paints every day, her fingers are grinding and hurting, she almost can't stand this pain, the pain makes her want to cry, but even so, Mr. Lu still treats her lightly and doesn't pay attention to her at all......

Fang Ruohua is so annoying, why is she so annoying!

Mrs. Tong also praised her, and the old man also liked her, saying that she was about to join the National Singing Association and become a professional singer registered in the country.

How can it be true? If Fang Ruohua becomes a professional star singer and wins awards on stage again and again in the future, won't he never want to go home for the rest of his life?

No!

Fang Wenxing muttered indignantly, took his father's hand and walked down the street together, for some reason he suddenly didn't want to go to Mr. Lu's place to continue his class.

The brothers and sisters are also annoying, and they love to ignore them all day long, especially in the past few days, I don't know who is spreading rumors that she came out of a poor mountain and remote land, her hometown is simply a kidnapping nest, and the men in her hometown marry brides, all of whom buy daughters-in-law from other places, and there was a major human trafficking case last year, which is particularly terrifying.

Because of these inexplicable rumors, the senior sisters became less and less close to her, and encouraged Mr. Lu to drive her away.

"Dad, yesterday a little junior brother scolded me, saying that my relatives in my hometown are all dirty, and I can't be clean, they are very bad!"

Fang Wenqing's face changed suddenly, and his lips trembled slightly.

He actually cares more about those rumors than anyone else, and he is afraid that others will think that he is a muddy mud that cannot be made up of the wall, and he will never be able to break free from his background.

"It hurts!"

Fang Wenxing shrank down, and forcefully retracted the arm that was grabbed by his father, his eyes turned red, and he sniffled aggrievedly, but he didn't dare to say anything more, and honestly followed his father to get into the car and go home.

The little junior brother also said that a background like her is not worthy of coming to the capital at all, hmph, when she likes to come?

She wanted to go home.

Fang Wenxing's eyes flickered, if her sister's background was known, would she not be able to join the National Praise Association, would she not be able to continue to compete, continue to win medals, and after a while, no one would care if she was not treated well at home, and whether her father and mother had bullied her?

In fact, the capital is not good at all, and if you don't come to the capital, you won't be guilty, and they all say that the star singer is easy to get hurt, and if he is older, he can't continue, and none of the hundred can get ahead.

My sister is beautiful now, but I also have to think about it in the future, she dances the star dance all day long, doesn't study or study, where can she be admitted to the provincial school, what can she do in the future, it is better to go home honestly.

Look at those famous star singers, which one is not an injury!

Fang Wenxing blinked, trying to recall what his junior brother had said, where did the reporting address come from? There are a few small newspapers in Beijing that also often report some lace news, and last year's human trafficking case seems to be very famous?

Fang Wenqing didn't know what this stupid girl thought, if she knew, I was afraid that she would have to beat her up first and beat her until she understood.

If those bad things in the hometown in the mountains are turned over again, what good can it do to their Fang family?