"At the same time, I also hope that the two comrades can continue to work hard and represent our art troupe in the provincial competition and show their style!"

"The two comrades who were not selected should not be discouraged. There will be many opportunities in the future. The fact that you are standing here today has actually won over many people."

That's true.

But Yang Bolan didn’t think so at all!

This time she surpassed Lu Fengfeng and took third place.

But what’s the use? I still can’t make it to the provincial competition!

Coincidentally, when she was about to step down, Mu Yulian mocked back.

"Comrade Yang Bolan, didn't you say you would definitely make it to the provincial competition this time?"

"Didn't you say let me see your strength?"

"Where is it? I really can't tell."

Yang Bolan: ...

The results of the selection competition came to an end. Lu Juesheng was in a good mood today and specially allowed everyone to leave an hour earlier.

So at 3:30 in the afternoon, Gu Qingcheng got home from get off work.

As soon as I entered the house, I heard wailing coming from inside the room.

Lu Mengmeng: "I am taking medicine and learning to paint. Who can hear my voice? Who can speak for me?"

Gu Qingcheng's mouth twitched. She put down the small purse in her hand and walked over quickly to check the situation.

"How's it going? Are you learning painting?"

When this matter was mentioned, Lu Xinian also had a headache. He handed over several paintings drawn by Lu Mengmeng.

"Mom, you see, the painting is not very ideal."

Gu Qingcheng glanced at the drawing from beginning to end and saw that there was an elderly woman drawn on the paper.

His hair was not short, reaching his shoulders. His face had a serious expression, but there was a lewd smile on his face.

Gu Qingcheng didn't know how to comment for a moment.

But considering that the little guy has just started learning, although this painting is not very good, at least it is not as outrageous as the elephant flying in the sky before.

Adhering to the principle of encouragement, Gu Qingcheng said.

"Niannian, I think the peasant woman painted by Mengmeng is pretty good. She has made great progress!"

After saying this, a look of fatigue clearly appeared on Lu Mengmeng's face.

Lu Xinian wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Mom, is there a possibility that I want Mengmeng to draw her dad in this painting?"

Gu Qingcheng: ...

Lu Xinian: "So the peasant woman in your hand is my father."

Gu Qingcheng: ...

The air fell into silence again, and Gu Qingcheng didn't know how to start a conversation for a moment.

His lips opened and closed in an awkward smile.

"Qingcheng? Are you there? I'm here again!"

Fortunately, at this time, a voice was heard downstairs.

Gu Qingcheng knew it was Lu Fengfeng's as soon as he heard it.

She quickly said, "Hey, your Aunt Fengfeng called me, I'll go check it out!"

He took the opportunity to touch Lu Mengmeng's head.

"Keep up the hard work, Mengmeng! Mommy is looking forward to seeing your wonderful performance!"

Having said that, Gu Qingcheng ran downstairs as if escaping.

Lu Xinian came over with another piece of white paper and stared at Lu Mengmeng helplessly.

Lu Mengmeng's mouth twitched: "Brother..."

"Come here, I'll teach you how to draw again."

…

Gu Qingcheng escaped from the battlefield and breathed a sigh of relief.

When she went downstairs, Lu Fengfeng came to meet her.

"Qingcheng? Where's Mengmeng? Last night I reflected deeply on why I lost so many games in a row. I summed up my experience and I will definitely beat Mengmeng today!"

Lu Juesheng, who was following behind, teased, "Come on, I don't know your level yet. Right now, I'm the only one who can compete with Meng Meng on equal terms. Let me go first today."

Neither the father nor the daughter gave in to each other, and both wanted to avenge their previous humiliation.

Neither of them was willing to give in. Lu Juesheng was not convinced: "You just finished playing with Mengmeng last night. Today it's my turn. Let's follow one day at a time. This is fair."

Lu Fengfeng rolled his eyes: "Dad, you're still talking to me about fairness? You lost to Mengmeng for three consecutive days, and I only played with her for one day, and there are still two days left, you can't make it up to me?"

The two argued for a long time, just like a debate, and Gu Qingcheng couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

"What's the big deal, you two? It's just a game of chess with Meng Meng. Why don't you just follow one another? It's no big deal!"

As he spoke, Gu Qingcheng shouted.

"Mengmeng, your aunt Fengfeng wants you to play chess."

The little guy was originally standing next to Lu Xinian like a wilted flower, but now he suddenly came alive!

Bright and blooming, lush and green.

With shining eyes, he said to Lu Xinian.

"Brother, Mom is calling me now, I'm going down first!"

Having said that, she ran away without waiting for Lu Xinian's approval.

Lu Xinian only felt a breeze blowing on his back, and when he turned around, the little guy had disappeared.

In just a minute, several people downstairs saw Lu Mengmeng rushing over with a pair of short legs.

The little guy asked with a malicious smile on his lips, looking at the two people in front of him.

"Who, who wants to play chess with me?"