But she tried her best to look around carefully, but she didn't see Jing Ling's figure, so she couldn't help but roll her eyes in disappointment.
The student standing next to her reminded her, and Wen Momo managed to stand still and look away.
The person who unveiled the ceremony was the Taifu of their ninth class. When the red silk cloth was torn off from the Hundred Birds Picture, it slowly fell from the air. A majestic Hundred Birds Picture came to life in the eyes of everyone in the audience.
The picture of a hundred birds is made of landscape and ink, which is elegant, lively and interesting, as if it is another vast fairyland. The brush and ink are natural, flowing, and there is nothing picky about it.
And the most attractive thing about such a huge picture of hundreds of birds, no, the most surprising thing, is the four-line poem written under the mountains and rivers.
Probably everyone would think that a picture of a hundred birds like this should be most appropriately accompanied by the words "Jiao Ruo Jing Dragon", but the handwriting used to write the four-line poem is very round and small, and it looks neat and neat. It's round and round, which is quite inconsistent with the painting, but despite the mismatch, it gives people an inexplicable and cute feeling.
It's like there's a bit more playfulness in the majestic atmosphere.
The more people look at it, the more interesting this picture of a hundred birds becomes.
Wen Youyi and Ru Wei, who were sitting under the stage, immediately recognized the handwriting of their daughter. Ru Wei looked proud and disgusted: "Oh, I am so worried. This handwriting is so..."
Wen Youyi continued her words directly: "It looks good."
Someone couldn't help but ask the Taifu on the stage, "This Taifu, who wrote this? It's so cute!"
Wen Momo was signaled by the Tutor to stand up. After all, it was the first time for Wen Momo to face so many people. She opened her mouth and looked nervously down the stage. Then, at a glance, she saw someone from the crowd. Jing Ling walked in. He was still wearing the official uniform of an imperial physician. He had obviously come here specially. When she looked towards him, her eyes met Jing Ling's.
Jing Ling stopped looking for a seat and just stood there, looking at her with gentle eyes.
Although she didn't do anything, Wen Momo felt a very warm feeling.
Wen Momo suddenly felt at ease.
She looked at him, spoke clearly, read the poem on the stage, and explained the meaning of the poem. Her voice was very soft, and she was very lovable when she read the poem.
The little girl has a sweet voice, beautiful appearance, and clean eyes. She is the center of attention when she stands on the stage.
After Jing Ling stood in the audience and listened to Wen Momo read the poem, she lightly rubbed her fingertips with her fingertips. Her heart seemed to be scratched by something, and it was a little itchy.
Even some despicable and shameless thoughts suddenly occurred to me -
He wanted to grab Wen Momo and hold her in his arms, listening to her read poems to him alone.
After the bird picture was displayed, the audience burst into applause.
Jing Ling only had eyes for his little wife, watching Wen Momo step off the stage and walk towards Wen Youyiruwei.
After Wen Momo passed by, Ruwei stood up, hugged his daughter, and rubbed Wen Momo's head: "Momo is pretty good."
Wen Momo nodded seriously and said, "Yes."
If she didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she let her go.
Wen Momo called daddy again and looked at Wen Youyi expectantly. It wasn't until she heard Wen Youyi complimenting her that Wen Momo raised the corners of her mouth with satisfaction and whispered: "Dad, mom, dad... you guys look first." Show, I... have something to do, I will come back later."
Ruwei looked like he had seen through it, snorted, sat back and hugged Wen Youyi's arm and said, "My daughter is going to have a love affair."
Wen Momo blushed so much: "Mother..."
"Go, go, don't bother your parents."
Wen Momo ran away with a red face.
She very accurately ran towards the direction where Jing Ling was standing. She was so happy that she threw herself into his arms. Jing Ling grabbed her little hand and held down the little rabbit Momo in her arms, and touched the back of her neck. Mo was so itchy that she hid in his arms and giggled, "Brother... ha... itchy..."
Then, it was Jing Ling who lowered his head unexpectedly, held Wen Momo in his arms and kissed her.
(End of chapter)