Chapter 816

Applause thundered.

Even the old lady clapped her hands and watched Mo Jingyao come back step by step with tears in her eyes. She wiped her eyes and whispered, "this child, as soon as I listen to him playing, I feel that I shouldn't have given Mo's group to him. Maybe he is a world-class top pianist now."

"Old lady, Jingyao is like what he learns. He is a top Racer even if he wants to race a car. If he doesn't cook, he is also a top cook. So, don't feel sorry. Let's give other children a way to live." A friend and family laughed at the old lady.

The old lady thought about it. This grandson is just like what he learned. He is so excellent that no other son can achieve his success.

That is to say, this grandson is too strong for anyone to handle him.

Fortunately, he is dedicated to the Mohist group, so there is nothing to be picky about.

"Grandma, cut the cake. My mouth is watering." Seeing that Mo Jingyao's performance is over, Mo Jingxi moves on to the next proposal of Yu SE's rescue.

But Mo Jingmei wanted to fight her, that is, to fight her. "Miss Yu's talent has not been performed yet. It's not too late to cut the cake after her performance. If you are greedy, there are also small cakes in the buffet. I'll get one for you."

Mo Jingxi wants to strangle Mo Jingmei very much. This is the pot that doesn't open.

Mo Jingyao's eyes are cold. First, he shoots at Mo Jingmei, then his uncle Mo Cheng and his aunt Xu Qingzhen. He has just said that his piano performance is to replace the metaphor, but my uncle's family still does not let go of the metaphor.

His cold eyes shot at Mo Cheng, and Mo Cheng shivered, but Mo Jingmei's words had already been spoken. If he stopped it at this time, wouldn't he make his daughter lose face.

Besides, it's time for metaphor to leave ugliness behind.

Because Mo Jingyao is so comprehensive that he can't find a chance to make him look ugly. But the metaphors are different. To make the metaphors look ugly is to make Mo Jingyao look ugly in disguise.

"Lust girl, you are my daughter. How about Ganma sing a Huangmei Opera for you?" How can su Muxi, who is already on pins and needles, watch Yu se make a fool of herself? She is willing to sing a Huangmei Opera for Yu se. Although she is not a professional, it's good that she can muddle through.

Besides Mo Jingyao, she is the closest person to Yu se.

She doesn't help the metaphors.

When she said this, the people looked at the metaphors with disdain.

It's just to see Mo Jingyao's bad face and say more.

Su Mu Xi was annoyed, "the specialty of the color girl is diagnosis. If it's about diagnosis, none of you is her rival, less than one ten thousandth of her. Even doctor Mo Mingzhen almost learned from her."

"Mrs. Jin, medical consultation is not a talent. It's her major in University." Xu Qingzhen stabbed Sumu River impolitely.

"She is only a freshman and is in military training, so she has such superb medical skills before she begins to learn. That's her talent." Su Muxi insists that the talent of metaphor is to diagnose a disease. In a short time, let metaphor diagnose a disease on the spot.

"No

"Yes."

"No

"That's it."

Su Muxi and Xu Qingzhen in public on the bar.

Yuse's head is as big as a fight. "Godmother, I don't need to compare medical skills with others. I can do the same."

Su Muxi didn't expect that Yu se would stop her. She looked at Yu Se in embarrassment. She was invited by Mo Jingyao to support Yu se. As a result, the little girl herself didn't appreciate her performance. She was really worried.

"Girl, godmother knows your ability. As for this..."

"Godmother, I can really perform."

Su Muxi is silent. For the sake of metaphor, if she stops metaphor again, it's to dismantle the platform of metaphor.

Anyway, whether she knows it or not, she supports metaphor theoretically.

That's all she can do.

"Well, she's the one who can't keep up with the rhythm when she's heard that singing is out of tune and dancing. If this kind of person performs, it will definitely make people feel chicken skin." Mo Jing Mei sneered coldly.

Mo Jingyao took another look at the calm little girl and suddenly chose to believe her.

"Grandma, Yu se said that she would ask you, the birthday star, to help her perform. How about that?"

The old lady shook her head. "Look at my age. If I really help, it's not helpful."

The crowd burst into laughter.

Yu se didn't smile, "old lady, you can definitely help me, as long as you promise me."

"All right, I promise you. How can I help you?" The old lady was amused by her request.

I'm also curious about the talent of metaphor.

When Yu se heard that the old lady agreed, he was relieved and said with a smile, "actually, I want to borrow the old lady's things.""It turns out that I borrowed my things to perform. It's OK. You can take whatever you want from my villa. You can use whatever you want."

Yu se turned his head and looked in a direction, "old lady, I just want to borrow the four treasures of your study."

Mo Jingyao's originally slightly twisted eyebrows suddenly stretched out.

He thought he understood metaphor.

Other people still scoff at it and absolutely don't believe that metaphor can perform any good talent.

Even some people say, "just write. Everyone can write. A newborn child can write with a pen. He just doesn't know what to write. Ha ha ha."

"Well, if it's about writing, I think I can do it."

You and I are all watching metaphorical jokes.

Only Mo Jingyao is silent and turns a deaf ear to people's comments. He only looks at the metaphor with gentle eyes and gives her strength.

Since she dares to mention it herself, she will do it.

If it's not a surprise, at least it won't be too bad.

His little woman is good at medicine. It doesn't matter whether she is good at anything else.

All those other talents are bullshit in his eyes.

He didn't care.

He only cares about saving lives.

If she had no medical skills, he would be a rotten corpse in the coffin by now.

Anyway, he would not care what she wrote.

She is the most talented girl in his heart.

Yu se turns a deaf ear and hears that the old lady agrees. She goes to the old lady's study in person. She quickly takes the four treasures of the study and puts them on a blank table one by one.

First, ink, then rice paper.

When you see Yu se putting two pieces of rice paper on the table, everyone is not sure why.

But looking at the little girl's manner, for a moment, they all speculated in their hearts.

It seems that he really can write.

I just don't know if it's good or bad.

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