She raised her hand and fiddled with his hanging black hair. Seeing that his face was still dark, she couldn't help laughing: "Are you still unhappy about Xiao Subao's words?"
Without saying a word, he lowered his body, hugged her upright, leaned against the door panel, moved his face up to her, kissed her ear, and lost control.
She bumped against the door lightly, and the door panel made a pinging sound. She banged against the door leaf a few more times because of his kiss. For fear of being heard by people outside, she struggled out and pushed him away.
He thought about being at Su's house, so he dropped his interest and stopped. Instead, he tilted his face, pressed it against her forehead, and said in a deep voice: "Am I old?"
This man... Xiao Subao actually took his childish words seriously.
He is so energetic and vigorous, yet he has low self-esteem.
But she wanted to tease him: "Do you want to hear the truth?"
His face tightened: "Of course."
"Of course he is older than me, Miss." Seeing that his expression suddenly changed, she gave him sweet dates again and poked his muscle lines with her slender fingers: "But, she looks quite young," and quietly leaned into his ear.
: "You look younger than my two brothers."
I'm sorry, brother.
His eyes flashed slightly: "Really?"
She held his head with both hands, even more tired than coaxing little Su Bao: "Really.
**
The weekend art competition is here.
Su Mi got up early and drove Xiao Subao to the city art museum where the competition was held.
Huo Shenxiu had a short meeting in the morning and originally planned to turn it down and go directly to Su's house to pick them up and go together.
Su Mi didn't want to delay his work, and thought that after he got there, it would be a while before it was Xiao Subao's turn to compete. It would be in vain for him to go there, so she asked him to finish his official duties before going over.
The mother and son arrived at the art museum, and Xiao Subao, like other children in the competition, went backstage to prepare.
Before leaving, Su Mi squatted down and made a cheering gesture to Xiao Subao: "Do you remember what mom said?"
Xiao Subao nodded solemnly: "I know! Ranking is not important, the most important thing is to be happy!"
Su Mi touched her son's head.
Little Subao looked towards the art museum door again: "When will daddy come?"
Su Mi said: "Come here after the meeting. He just sent me a WeChat message and said that the meeting is almost over. When you start the game later, he will probably be here."
Little Subao was immediately full of energy.
Su Mi watched him go in.
She hopes that this hobby will not become a burden to Xiao Subao and treat the competition as just a game.
But having said that, of course it is also clear that Xiao Subao likes painting so much, so he must still want to get a ranking.
The central empty space of the museum is designed as a venue for children to compete.
In the huge venue, there are chairs, drawing boards, paints and the like.
The competition format of the finals is not complicated, it just tests the improvisational painting ability and integrates children's art skills and imagination.
Each participating child draws lots, and after drawing a topic, they draw on the spot according to the theme.
The contestants will then be judged on site, and the winner will be the one with the highest score.
This time the judging panel, in addition to professors from domestic art academies and large gallery operators, there are two main judges, both of whom are big names in the professional field. Needless to say, the first one is the most famous.
Ma Hefan.
The other is also a very famous painter in China, named Yan Hengsheng, who is slightly younger than the former.
But in general, both of them are the most important figures in the judging panel this time, and their words are as good as those of the other judges.
Su Mi quietly looked over. Sitting in the middle of the judging panel was an old man with an air of immortality. He looked to be about sixty years old, but he was very energetic. He was none other than Ma Hefan, the backbone of the competition.
Next to him was a bald middle-aged man, younger, probably in his forties or fifties, looking a little fatter in middle age, dressed like an artist, and holding a retro pipe in his mouth. He should be Yan Hengsheng, another important judge.
.
As he was taking a sneak peek, he accidentally met Yan Hengsheng's eyes.
Yan Hengsheng took a second look at Su Mi, recognized who she was, and whispered to the staff on the side.
The staff member walked over quickly and spoke very politely: "Are you Miss Su Mi, the actress?"
Su Mi nodded: "Yes."
"Master Ling also participated in this year's Little Picasso Cup?"
"That's right."
"I didn't know Miss Su would come here in person today. It's a great honor. Teacher Yan of the judging panel knows you. Do you want to say hello?" The staff member pointed towards the judging panel.
Su Mi declined: "I just came here as a parent today. If other parents see it, I'm afraid it will cause controversy and cause trouble to the judges and teachers. When the competition is over, I will go over to say hello to the teachers."
"
She is a public person, and now she has just made it public with Huo Shenxiu. To outsiders, Xiao Subao already seems to have a privilege card.
If she went over to talk to the judges in private now, she would be mistaken for opening a back door for her child.
It's not fair to other children participating.
So, avoid it if you can.
The staff didn't force it, turned around and went back and said to Yan Hengsheng.
When Yan Hengsheng saw that Su Mi didn't come to say hello in person, his face was already not very good. After hearing the words conveyed by the staff, his eyebrows darkened even more.
As an artist, I am somewhat arrogant. Now that I have been rejected in front of so many peers, I feel even more reluctant to come on stage.
Other judges did not dare to say anything, but Ma Hefan was famous for being outspoken. His status in the industry meant that he had nothing to say. He joked:
"Teacher Yan, I think that although this actress is not very old, she is still very understanding of the world. She knows how to avoid taboos. It seems that people in the entertainment industry are not so brainless."
As soon as these words came out, Yan Hengsheng was even more embarrassed.
Isn't this an irony that he, an art person in his forties or fifties, is worse than an entertainment actor in his twenties?
He didn't dare to say anything, after all, Ma Hefan had a higher status than him in the circle.
I can only keep my face dark and remain silent.
…
Here, Su Mi walked to the parent viewing area. Before she could sit down, a slight noise came from the seat:
"Is this Su Mi?"
"Ah, that TV actor?"
"It seems to be her."
"Oh, why is she here? Are the children at home also participating?"
"Is your family newly connected to the Internet? She has a son, which has been announced a long time ago. Recently, the identity of the child's father was officially announced, and he is the chairman of the Huo Group!"
"Oh, do celebrities also come to participate in my son's competition? Are they so down-to-earth?"
Su Mi was recognized by the judges just now, and it was not surprising that she was recognized by her parents now. She nodded to several parents and said hello:
"I'm Su Mi. I'm here with my children to participate in the competition today. Hello everyone."
A group of parents were startled when they saw how generous she was. They were a little embarrassed to have talked in a low voice just now. They smiled awkwardly and nodded.
Su Mi found a seat and sat down.
One of the matriarchs said calmly: "Hey, the public has come to cheer for their son. It seems that there is no suspense about today's championship."
This statement obviously implies that Su Mi will use her fame to help her son win the championship through the back door.