Qin Muqing looked at Mayor Zhang resentfully, and had already made up his mind. He must let his godfather make good decisions for himself! In the face of this, he will definitely pay the price for what he said today!

Mayor Zhang ignored Qin Muqing's intentions. His eyes were still surfing in the crowd anxiously until he confirmed something that he felt relieved!

Every time Mr. Xiao travels, he must be surrounded by special forces sent by the state to protect himself. However, this time Mr. Xiao is afraid that the special forces will scare the children on campus, so he will force those people to stay outside. Mayor Zhang has no choice but to himself.

I followed in, but his heart was really up and down!

After seeing Qin Muqing and Mr. Xiao clash, he could no longer hold back. He called and called to call all these people. These special forces soldiers were also very smart. They changed into ordinary people's clothes and tried to restrain themselves.

My own momentum is now mixed in the crowd, and it looks no different from that of ordinary audiences!

But once Mr. Xiao is in danger, these people will rush out like tigers and swear to protect Mr. Xiao to the death.

Mr. Xiao kept smiling and talking about painting knowledge to everyone. Everyone listened intoxicatedly, and even the judges were no exception. Before he knew it, he went to noon, but everyone was immersed in the world of painting.

No one asked to leave.

Mr. Xiao looked at the sky, but touched his belly playfully: "Oh, my old man is no younger than you. My belly seems to be protesting. Let's stop here today."

Everyone looked at Mr. Xiao reluctantly, but they did not dare to stop him.

"Thank you Mr. Xiao." The examiner said sincerely: "We have delayed your time."

"How could these children be the future of the painting world." Xiao Laoci smiled and said, "But many things cannot be expressed in words. Everyone finally remembers one sentence, painting is the voice of the heart, painting is to carry emotions, painting is to paint, painting is to paint, painting is to paint, painting is to paint, painting is to paint, painting is to paint,

The art of painting originally exists to vent emotions. If you can only draw true and vivid images, you will at most be an excellent painter. Only those who express emotions and resonate with everyone is the real painting.

The soul."

Painting is the voice of the heart, painting carries emotions... Mr. Xiao used his practical actions to teach everyone a wonderful lesson. At this time, when he heard this incisive summary, everyone was impressed and subconsciously believed Mr. Xiao's words.

.It turns out that the illusory feelings can be expressed really...

Li Rou stared at the painting in her hand blankly, and a trace of determination suddenly flashed in her eyes. She stretched out her hands and tore the painting into pieces bit by bit!

Everyone was startled by her actions, and the examiner's eyes wanted to turn her into a lingering chi: "Li Rou, you are crazy, this painting has the handwriting of Mr. Xiao!"

"But this is just a waste painting, right? Old Xiao?" A trace of firmness flashed in Li Rou's soft eyes.

Old Xiao was stunned for a moment, but then for the first time he looked at the girl with admiration! Li Rou's future became unlimited from this moment!

"Little girl, remember your mood at this moment and stick to the path you chose." Old Xiao looked at Li Rou with a smile, then turned to look at Qin Zhiya: "Zhiya, let's go."
Chapter completed!