Meng Wan patted Tang Li on the shoulder, saying that sometimes only children are suitable to do things that are out of line.
Tang Li was very clever and immediately understood Meng Wan's meaning.
He took Meng Zhiyao's hand, pulled him along, and strode towards the stage.
Meng Zhiyao was a little confused by his pull, while the others just smiled and watched this friendly scene.
Standing on the stage, Meng Zhiyao felt a little uncomfortable, but Tang Li readily accepted the microphone that Qian Yixuan handed her.
"Hello everyone, I am not Meng Zhiyao, my name is Tang Li."
The two children were fair-skinned and adorable, already quite endearing. With Qin Yang as a point of comparison, everyone's affection for them naturally increased.
"The person next to me is Meng Zhiyao. Artists are more sensitive, you all understand, right?"
Tang Li's words amused the others and eased the previously quiet and tense atmosphere.
Meng Wan gave Tang Li an approving look; some things can only be done by children to avoid offending others. In their eyes, it was simply an older brother protecting his timid younger brother in his own way, which only made people feel soft-hearted.
Tang Li held the microphone to Meng Zhiyao's lips, and the latter subconsciously gripped Tang Li's clothes, but still introduced herself.
"Clap clap clap." Meng Wan led the applause, and the people below followed suit, all with kind smiles on their faces.
"Can you tell everyone what you're trying to express with this painting?" Qian Yixuan squatted down next to Meng Zhiyao.
Because it was someone she knew, Meng Zhiyao relaxed a bit, although she was still somewhat nervous.
"This is a hand, and it's been clutching the heart, so red and black are used to express pain and repression. But there's a touch of yellow here on the heart because it also has something it wants to protect, so even though it's afraid, it still resolutely fights against this hand..."
The space around the hands uses many dark colors to create a sense of distortion, with only a small, clean, and bright space next to the heart.
Despite its seemingly fragile heart, it silently and diligently fights against what it fears in order to protect what it cherishes.
The people below nodded, and even Dalif kept clapping, his eyes full of admiration.
“Here, I’d like to announce something,” Dalif said, piquing the interest of the others.
“I admire Meng Zhiyao’s paintings. He has a maturity, sensitivity and perception that people his age do not have. I will be collaborating with Meng Zhiyao for the next global exhibition. I hope everyone will come and see his work.”
Everyone was surprised when he said that.
Although Dalif frequently holds exhibitions, this is the first time he's collaborated with someone. He'd turned down so many offers to collaborate before, but now not only has he taken the initiative, but the collaborator is a child?
It's worth noting that Dalíf's works are either displayed in national art museums or auctioned off to wealthy individuals at high prices.
This child has an immeasurable future! Thinking of this, many people are already eager to buy Meng Zhiyao's works, which will be auctioned off after the exhibition ends.
"The results have been announced. We will continue to investigate the matter of contestants bribing judges and will issue an announcement later. We apologize for disturbing everyone's visit to the exhibition. You are free to do as you please now."
Dalif didn't care what these people were thinking. He was simple and straightforward in his actions. As long as it was related to painting, he would do it without caring about anything else.
The advantage of doing this is that he can fully retain his inspiration and not be limited by others, but it also leads to his poor management skills, to the point that he is unaware of what his subordinates are doing.
Now that this has happened, Dalif himself will likely rethink the things around him.
The matter was resolved satisfactorily, and Meng Wan and the others were invited by Dalifu to the conference room upstairs.
"Let me formally introduce you again, Dalif."
"Meng Wan".
"Yan Nian".
The two of them shook hands with him.
"Can you make the decision? I mean, you look very young."
"If it's about the exhibition, I can."
"No, there's something else." Dalifu's expression was serious. Although the main character was Meng Zhiyao, only Meng Zhiyao couldn't understand what he was saying.
“I currently run a creative painting institution for children in Country F. If Meng Zhiyao can come, I am willing to cover his tuition and all living expenses.”
As soon as he said that, Tang Li looked at Meng Zhiyao nervously, as if afraid that Meng Zhiyao would slip away, and immediately took Meng Zhiyao's hand.
Meng Zhiyao looked at him with a puzzled expression, but in the end she still couldn't break free.
Meng Wan placed her hand on Meng Zhiyao's head and repeated it in Chinese.
But after hearing this, Meng Zhiyao didn't feel happy.
"I'm sorry, I... don't want to go." Meng Zhiyao picked at her hands, her voice not loud, but it conveyed a sense of determination.
Qian Yixuan translated it, and Dalifu looked surprised.
"Why? You have great talent, and I believe you can create even more stunning and captivating works. I've looked at your portfolio, and each piece tells its own story. I've met so many children and talked with countless artists, but no one has ever done what you have. You are unique!"
Meng Wan did not add her own thoughts to it; she simply translated Dalifu's words verbatim to Meng Zhiyao.
“I love painting because it allows me to fully express my emotions. And now I love painting because the people around me have shown me that painting is not just depressing, but can be full of warmth and hope... At least, I don’t want to leave here now.”
Meng Zhiyao was a little nervous, but she still managed to express her thoughts word by word.
Tang Li was somewhat surprised, not expecting that Meng Zhiyao, who seemed so quiet and reserved, actually had so many complex thoughts.
"Think about it again; this is a rare opportunity."
Dalif stood up, looking somewhat anxious. Meng Zhiyao felt a little scared; the oppressive feeling made him want to shrink back and minimize his presence.
Sensing Meng Zhiyao's emotions, Meng Wan gently patted his back. She crossed her legs, looking casual and languid, like a proud Persian cat.
“Mr. Darif, I hope you can calm down.” Her words were neither too loud nor too soft, but they contained a hidden threat.
Daliev thought he shouldn't be frightened by a little girl, but in fact, he sat down uncontrollably.
He coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment. "Sorry, I got too excited. But this is really a great opportunity. Meng Zhiyao will definitely have a better future if she goes to F country with me."
“Mr. Darif, I think you may not have heard what my brother said.”
Meng Wan rested one hand on the table, leaning slightly forward, exuding a strong sense of pressure.
He said he didn't want to go!
Dalif swallowed hard, as if he were facing not a kitten, but a fierce lioness protecting her cubs, ready to tear him apart at the slightest provocation.
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