Chapter 357

All parents are not interested in this award. Adults know that only works that do not get the ranking will win the Excellence Award.

Only the little guy, with his little head stretched out and his eyes full of expectation.

The host spoke slowly. The names of the children who won the excellence award were read out one by one from her mouth.

Han Mo could feel that every time he read a name, the little guy's nervous mood increased the points, and his two small fists were clenched.

Han Mo gently rubbed the child's head. After all, there are a few children who can get the ranking, so the number of excellence awards is relatively the largest.

For the first time, parents don't want to hear their children's names, because this wave doesn't, it proves that they have got the ranking.

The host's crisp voice echoed in the auditorium, "the last child who won the excellence award is..."

The little guy swallowed his saliva. Han Mo was actually very nervous, but the reason why he and the child were nervous was just the opposite.

"Yes... Liu Jiaxin! Congratulations to the above award-winning children. Please read your name and accept the award on the stage. "

Han Mo was obviously relieved when he heard the last name.

The little guy sighed sadly, "Dad, I didn't get the Excellence Award."

Han Mo Chong drowned and pinched the child's fleshy little face. "Not winning the excellence award is not to prove that you are not excellent, but that your work has been highly praised by the judges and teachers."

"Really?" The little guy stared round. In fact, she didn't quite understand. Her father said yes, it must be. Just now, with a little depressed face, he suddenly got excited and continued to look forward to the next award.

"Why, why my son didn't get the ranking, what the hell is the Excellence Award, what the hell."

The parents at the back of Han Mo's side stamped their feet and spoke a little louder. The parents in the first few rows looked back at the direction of the voice. In fact, the parents didn't want their children to win the Excellence Award, but they were not so excited. Maybe she had too high expectations for her children and couldn't accept the result.

In fact, sometimes it's not that you can't accept the results, but that someone nearby keeps fanning the flames, and the most terrible thing is that this kind of person with ulterior motives is around you.

"How did the judges comment? Your son painted so much. Why didn't he get the ranking? Do you think there's something fishy in it?" With a provocative tone, the parent continued, "I've heard that where these competitions are held, local contestants will be protected."

"I don't think so. How can there be water in such a large game?"

"Do you admit that your children are really bad at painting? I have eyes. I draw so much. Why should I take a place? "

Parents who are already uncomfortable are even more uncomfortable when they are said by the parents next to them.

The awarding continues, and the list of second prize and third prize has been completed.

Han Mo became more and more nervous.

The little guy flashed big eyes, "Dad, why haven't you read Xuanxuan's name yet."

At this time, Han Mo and the little guy were in the opposite mood, because there was no name of Xuanxuan for the Excellence Award, the second and third prizes, and there was only one possibility at the moment.

Han Mo's already nervous mood became more nervous.

The little guy was a little worried because he didn't hear his name. He was afraid that he would be left behind.

"The winner of the first prize of the younger group in this competition is... Han Zhixuan, the author of" spring is coming. "

The little guy heard his name and stood up from the stool.

"Dad, Dad, it's my name this time." The little guy was so excited that he just wanted to run towards the stage. His head turned and slowed down again. She remembered that her father always told her to take it easy when receiving the award.

Because when watching dad's game on TV, dad was always calm, but she was anxious enough to watch TV. Later, dad told her that no matter when to participate in the game, we should face it calmly and calmly.

Although the little guy doesn't understand the deeper meaning, he still has the ability to draw a tiger according to the cat. His small steps on weekdays are much more stable at the moment.

Han Mo looked at the little guy's back and suddenly felt more and more like himself.

The guests who can give awards are experts in painting art, and the order of awards comes according to their qualifications.

Han Mo watched the little guy walk slowly to the stage. Under the light, the little guy's skin looked more white, outstanding temperament and full of little star style.

After the little guy had stood on the stage, the host read out the name of the awarding guest, the honorary chairman of the National Art Association and the president of the National Academy of Fine Arts... After the host said a series of titles, there was warm applause.

Standing in the middle of the first row, an old man slowly walked to the stage with a pair of glasses and white temples.

By the light, Han Mo looked carefully and found that this was the old man talking to the little guy in the hall?

No wonder when the child said the name of the work, he knew that he was the most important judge teacher today.

The old man pushed his glasses and handed the award to the little guy in the lively background music.

Although Xuanxuan has won many awards in kindergarten, it is the first time that she can win an award on such a big stage, so she is very excited. Her little face is filled with a bright smile.

The old man kindly touched the child's head, "child, do you still know me? Your skirt is so beautiful today. "

The little guy has a good memory. Of course, I remember the old man talking to himself at the door of the hall.

"Han Zhixuan's work" spring is coming ", frankly speaking, many judges did not understand what the painting meant. But I know that it's not how smart I am, but that I will observe the world from a child's perspective. "

The old man continued, "in this competition, many children's painting skills are better than Han Zhixuan's children, and even some are better than my imagination, but I think they must have infiltrated painting into life when they were very young."

"But we forget that a child is a child after all, and painting is not photography. He wants to be like, but he can't be exactly the same. This is to interpret the world from a child's perspective. If children's thinking is the same as adults, our game will lose its meaning and children will lose their free imagination. "

"Therefore, I present the first prize to Han Zhixuan today. I hope she can plug in the wings of imagination and fly higher and farther."

The old man gently touched the little guy's head again.

Thunderous applause came from the audience. All parents applauded Xuanxuan and let the children put on the wings of imagination. This is the children's due painting spirit.