The little guy''s skirt was very conspicuous. People passing by couldn''t help glancing at her. She introduced her designed skirt with a little show off, and the voice was crisp and sweet.


    "Did you hear the little girl say she designed the skirt herself."


    "I heard that all the children who came today were shortlisted for the national finals to participate in the painting exhibition. They are really talented. They are so talented when they are so young."


    "Look at the design of her skirt, the outline of the petals and the butterflies on her shoulders."


    "Yes, I majored in fashion design. I think it''s incredible. She looks four or five. "


    "Let''s get together and have a good look at the details."


    For a time, the little guy''s skirt became the focus in the hall. Many of the people who came to the exhibition were art and painting professionals, who were very interested in the little guy''s unique design.


    "Children, where did you get your inspiration?" A kind old man with glasses and white temples bent slightly, pushed his glasses and asked in a low voice.


    The little guy was not afraid of life at all. He looked at the old man in front of him confidently and raised his little chin slightly. "My skirt, like my painting, represents spring. My painting title is also spring."


    When the old man heard the last few words, he subconsciously opened his eyes, then pushed his glasses, looked carefully at the little girl in front of him, smiled and said, "so spring is coming" is also your work? "


    "Of course." The little guy said confidently.


    At this time, Han Mo also filled out the entry form and came back to find the little guy. He saw a small poker around the child from a distance. Han Mo accelerated his steps.


    Han Mo walked slowly to the middle of the crowd, took the little guy''s small hand and politely nodded to the old man standing nearest.


    The shortlisted children have a special channel. All "little painters" will enter in that channel. They will wait for the award ceremony after the exhibition in a centralized position.


    "Xuanxuan is really great. He designed this skirt himself. It''s amazing that such a young child can have such talent." Just now Xuanxuan was surrounded by everyone, and Ding Rou didn''t have a chance to ask, "was it designed by Xuanxuan and cut by dad?"


    In previous kindergarten activities, Han Mo made a princess dress for the little guy at the cross dressing ball, which shocked all parents and children.


    Han Mo smiled. "In fact, they were designed by the children themselves. I just turned the pictures on the paper into real skirts according to her ideas. She is a designer and I am a tailor at most."


    Just now Ding Rou was still secretly thinking that the little guy must have only a little creativity. Most of the designs were made by his father. Unexpectedly, the original beautiful skirt was really thought of by the child himself. She couldn''t help staring at Xuanxuan walking beside her with a proud face.


    "Go in by yourself. Dad is looking for our Xuanxuan''s works in the painting exhibition. You should listen to your aunt later."


    The staff standing at the gate of the waiting area is a young girl who is responsible for bringing in the young contestants. Because the children are relatively small, the staff is very patient.


    Ding Rou and Han Mo simply said a few words and went to find Wang Lei. As the selected kindergarten representatives, they had an exchange meeting during the selection, and the principals and teachers of each kindergarten would participate in mutual discussion and learning.


    Han Mo walked alone in the exhibition. The paintings of excellent children from all over the country were on display here.


    Some children use color flexibly, some pay attention to realism, and some are bold imagination. They can''t judge the children who are qualified to participate in the exhibition and enter the national finals well or badly. They can only see what direction the judges pay attention to.


    Han Mo actually wants to find the little guy''s works. Others look at them by the way. Although children''s paintings have their own merits, as a father, there is no big truth in his heart. In a word, his daughter''s paintings are the best.


    How to look, how to look, how to think, how to feel perfect.


    Han Mo''s eyes hurried past the paintings on the wall and took a few more steps.


    Suddenly there was a familiar voice behind him.


    "Mr. Han Mo?"


    Han Mo stopped and looked back at the direction of the sound. It turned out that it was Zhang Mingli, the host of the children''s channel of Beidu TV station. Before, he had told a lot of Han Mo''s works in the program. It was precisely because of these works that his storytelling program, which had fallen in ratings, became popular again.


    "It''s really you. Have you been invited to the children''s painting exhibition? Like you, I was invited. " Han Mo has always been Zhang Mingli''s idol, so I''m very excited to see him.


    Han Mo didn''t want to explain more. He knew that Zhang Mingli, as a well-known host of children''s programs, was invited to participate in the painting exhibition, which not only voted but also increased the popularity of the competition. However, he didn''t say anything and nodded.


    Zhang Mingli was a little bored walking alone. Now he is a little excited to see his idol. "Let''s take a walk together, Mr. Han mo. in fact, I''ve seen it all just now, and I''ll vote later. I''m not a professional in art, so I can only vote for the children from an amateur perspective."


    A little bit was suffocated just now. Zhang Mingli''s chatterbox opened and couldn''t hold it. He continued, "although I''m an amateur, I really can''t appreciate children''s works, but there is a painting that is really good. I see the change of time from one painting." Zhang Mingli smashed his mouth, recalled the work he had just seen in his mind, and sincerely sighed, "the child is so talented. Let''s go, Mr. Han Mo, I must take you to see the picture."


    Han Mo was also walking around. It was also good to meet acquaintances. He nodded and agreed to Zhang Mingli''s request. He followed him to see the best work he thought.


    Because he had gone through it before, Zhang Mingli found the position of the work at once, and then stood excitedly in front of the painting to appreciate it carefully and praise it from time to time.


    The work has been framed, and a beam of light shines on the painting to make the color of the work brighter.


    Han Mo couldn''t help sighing that both people and paintings need light. Just like people standing on the stage, with the light, they will look more elegant and beautiful. The painting is the same. At the moment, what is presented in the field of vision is completely different from that presented by just a piece of paper.


    Zhang Mingli began to chatter again, "Mr. Han Mo, this is the painting. Look, isn''t it good? I''m not talking nonsense. The child imagined the original static scene as dynamic."


    He proudly introduced the most satisfactory painting in front of Han Mo, with pride in his tone, and continued, "to tell you the truth, many people feel it with adult thinking. They can''t feel the meaning of children at all. They may just see a fur. In most people''s eyes, this painting is just a small tree and grass."


    Han Mo suddenly smiled and suddenly thought of the little guy holding the painting and coming home happily. The reaction of the family.


    Zhang Mingli smiled at Han Mo and knew that his point of view had been recognized. Pointing to the name in the lower right corner of the painting, he said, "in fact, he talked about a change from winter to spring. The child told the people who saw the painting in an exaggerated way that everything recovers in spring and trees and grass grow new buds. You see, the name of the child''s work is spring."