The prize of the competition? Qing'er frowned, it seemed necessary to understand it first. He glanced at the young violinist, who was immersed in the music wholeheartedly.
Leaving Xiao Bihe in a daze, Qing'er left for a while and then came back. It was okay if she didn't understand, but she was really angry when she found out. There was an important point she didn't say, and the piano player would accompany her. According to today's abnormality
Action, the little guy is probably attracted by this.
Look, listen -
"Qing'er, if the game takes a long time, will he get tired from playing?" [
"..."
"It's really nice to play, even better than Qing'er's."
"..." His expression became tighter and tighter.
Time seemed to pause for a few seconds.
Xiao Bihe tilted her head and smiled, and declared innocently, "I like Qing'er the most!" After saying that, her dull eyes blinked, which made Qing'er laugh, and her expression softened.
"Can you get first place sitting here?"
"Yes. I don't care, I just want to take first place." If a child is willful, it will only make people feel stupid.
Qing'er shook her head. This kind of thing depends on the person who makes the selection. Although he has the ability to make them change their minds and let her be elected, he still needs her to be able to draw something decent, so that there is an excuse for people to act. The problem is to follow her.
I haven't seen her hold a pen for so long. Can she draw?
"Miss, can you draw?"
"No. Oh, yes!" He blurted out no, but immediately changed his mind. Should he do it or not? "Can Qing'er know how to draw?"
"know a little."
"Can you write?"
"know a little."
Qing'er spoke casually, without showing any hint of modesty.
Xiao Bihe pursed her lips and said, "Qing'er write a piece of calligraphy and have a look."
"Now?"
"Yes! I want to read." Xiao Bihe jumped off the chair and let Qing'er sit. Qing'er hesitated, but let her chubby little hand pull down. "Sit down and write. The ink is not worn..."
His eyebrows were furrowed, and he realized it later.
The table was quite high, and it was already up to Xiao Bihe's chest when she stood. Rolling up her sleeves, she added a little bit of water seriously and stirred it with her index finger. If her hands were dirty, she would wipe them on her body again.
He picked up the ink stick in a pretentious manner, looking like he wanted to do it by himself.