Black-bellied Emperor Shao: Ex-wife is not allowed to escape

Mr. Li became a kindergarten gardener after more than [-] years of employment. No one would believe this, but it has indeed happened.

He went to the school office to get the gardener's uniform and a yellow vest. After he put it on, he looked in the mirror and thought it was quite foreign.

The old man usually plays Baduanjin, lives an extremely healthy life, and maintains a good figure. Coupled with the aura of a superior, even wearing a yellow vest gardener's overalls, his whole body is still noble.

At this time, the kindergarten was filled with the sound of reading, and the old man was holding scissors in his hand, cutting off the tall seedlings in the green belt.

He had just arrived, and it was hard to find out which class Song Chenchen was in, so he had to look around while working.

In the morning, the kindergarten will do morning exercises. At ten o'clock sharp, a group of children rush out of the teaching building and run happily on the playground.

In an instant, the quiet playground seemed to be raising a thousand ducks, filled with children's laughter and noise. The old man always likes to be quiet, but he doesn't think it's noisy.

He was engrossed in looking for the little figure in the group of children, looking around, his eyes were dazzled, but he couldn't find Song Chenchen.

He absently cut the sprouts, and for a moment he didn't notice that the green belt had been cut by him.

Suddenly a crisp child's voice came from beside him, "Grandpa, are you the new gardener?"

Mr. Li didn't realize it at first, and when he searched for the sound, he saw a small dumpling squatting beside his legs, playing with the sprouts he had cut.

Xiaotuanzi is pink and tender, wearing a kindergarten uniform, her eyes are bigger than a single phoenix eye, and her eyelids are double. The eyeballs are like black grapes with dewdrops, and they are juicy and juicy.

The great-grandson he was looking for was right in front of him.

"Yeah, why don't you play with those kids?" Mr. Li noticed that there were a few kids watching from a distance, and he didn't dare to approach here.

Song Chenchen shook his head, "I don't like playing with them."

"Why?" Mr. Li blurted out.

Song Chenchen pursed her lips, "They always call me a mother without a father, and call me a waste who lives in my uncle's house and eats and drinks for free. I don't like them."

Mr. Li's heart throbbed suddenly. He put down the pair of scissors and squatted in front of Song Chenchen. Children have no intentions, but they tend to stab at the most painful places in people's hearts.

Because they are still young, they don't understand the world, and they don't understand how to hurt others.

"Then do you think you're trash?"

"I'm not!" Song Chenchen argued loudly, "I study very hard, I can sing the nursery rhymes taught by the teacher once, and the pictures I draw are praised by the teacher. I will have a bright future, unlike them who only bully people, When I grow up, I will definitely be useless."

Old Man Li couldn't help laughing, and originally wanted to explain him at length, but unexpectedly he reconciled with himself.

It seems that Weiwei has been raised well.

Only when there is no haze in the heart can we be born facing the sun.

"What a sensible kid." Old Master Li reached out to touch his head, but Song Chenchen stepped back vigilantly, avoiding his hand.

Seeing a look of loneliness in the eyes of the old man, he felt a little awkward, so he said to him seriously: "My mother said, you can't let people touch your head casually, or you will become stupid."

Lonely turned into funny in an instant, Mr. Li smiled, "Your mommy is really a wonderful person."

Song Chenchen didn't understand, "Grandpa, what is a wonderful person?"

Mr. Li didn't touch his head again, but he felt that this child should belong to their Li family. Look how much the facial features look like Bai Han's when he was a child. The pair of phoenix eyes are so vivid, he is the descendant of their Li family!
"You will understand later."

Song Chenchen sullenly said, "Grandpa, why do you all like to talk about the future, and Shu Shu always says that you will understand later, so when is the future?"

"When you grow up," Old Man Li paused, "but who is Shushu?"

"Shu Shu is my father, but he can't be my father now. My mommy doesn't like him. Hey, why doesn't my mom like him? I like Shu Shu." The little guy sighed frowningly.

Mr. Li is quite old, and it sounds like he is a tongue twister, so he figured it out immediately, Bai Han has not yet won Song Weiwei's heart back, but how does this kid know that Bai Han belongs to his father?
He touched it carefully for a while, and felt a little relieved in his heart. It seems that Bai Han is not a lover, at least he knows how to gain some favor with his son.

However, he did too much back then, and now it is extremely difficult to make the child's mother change her mind.

The grandfather and grandson didn't talk for long, the kindergarten teacher called the children to gather for morning exercises, and Song Chenchen bounced past.

No matter how you look at it, this child is still sunny, cheerful and outgoing.

Old Man Li watched him from a distance in the middle of the line, doing aerobics with the lead dancer right in front of him. The little guy's grandma's every move revealed the cuteness of a human cub, so Old Man Li couldn't take his eyes off him.

He couldn't help feeling sorry, why did he only know of his existence now?
*
America.

As soon as the host finished speaking, there was thunderous applause from the audience. Song Weiwei got up and gave up her seat. She was wearing high heels and a black jumpsuit, which made her look elegant and generous.

Suzuki Koizumi walked beside her in a gentlemanly manner, and the two came to the stage together.

At this time, the host has already invited the works of the two of them, and the hostesses are standing next to them with their hands in their hands. The host is very good at enlivening the atmosphere.

"Miss Song, who do you think will be crowned tonight?"

This question is undoubtedly acute. Suzuki Koizumi's reputation in the sculpture industry is a hundred times stronger than that of her fledgling rookie. She will speak out tonight, and after tonight she will also become famous in the sculpture industry, but it is just a bad reputation.

It would be an understatement to say that she disrespected her predecessors.

But if she retreats cowardly, whether she wins the prize or not, the people of the country will think that she has lost the face of country C and has the prestige of Japanese pirates. This kind of national sentiment has existed since ancient times.

At least she can't lose the hearts of the people.

The host had already handed the microphone to her, and was waiting for her to jump into the pit. Song Weiwei took the microphone and said, "We have a saying in country C that either the east wind overwhelms the west wind or the west wind overwhelms the east wind. Tonight, whether I or Mr. Suzuki Whoever can pick off the laurels will be the east wind that overwhelms the west wind."

This string of east wind and west wind was like a tongue twister, the host intentionally dug a hole, but he got caught in it too. After he figured out what it meant that the east wind overwhelmed the west wind, he couldn't help but praise her in his heart for her high emotional intelligence.

The awards ceremony was broadcast live globally, and the camera was focused on Song Weiwei's face. She only wore light makeup, but under the camera, her skin was in surprisingly good condition, with no pores visible at all. She didn't look like someone who had endured the competition for more than ten days.

But what surprised everyone was her answer.

Instead of jumping into the hole dug by the host, she used "the east wind overwhelms the west wind" to imply that in this carving competition, no matter whether she or Suzuki Koizumi won the crown, it was the east that won.

On the barrage, the Chinese swiped the screen frantically, praising her for her high EQ. How could they not like such a talented oriental girl?

The host froze for a moment, then turned the topic to Suzuki Koizumi. After a brief interview, the host returned to normal.

"The two teachers are very humble, so let's take a look at the works of the two teachers first. The master of ceremonies is ready. I will count to three and take off the red cloth."

The contestants in the audience were as nervous as the audience and the host. They stared at the works in the master's hand and counted in unison with the host.

"Three, two, one!"

The master of ceremonies lifted the red cloth, and the two works appeared in front of everyone at the same time. While everyone was almost stunned, someone gasped again.

Even the barrage people who frantically swiped the screen in the live broadcast room were silent at this moment. When the camera scanned the two works, no one cared to swipe the barrage.

Even if someone has seen their polished works in the live broadcast room, they still can't see the whole picture. At this time, under the light, the whole picture of the two works can be seen by the audience.

One of the works is "Ten Thousand Horses Are Silent", with strong muscles and bones, strong pulse, and momentum like a rainbow. It is as vigorous and vigorous as ten thousand horses galloping together, which makes people excited and excited, and can't take their eyes off.

on the screen.

"My God, the moment the red cloth was lifted, I had goosebumps. It felt like ten thousand horses were galloping towards me, splashing flying sand, and the momentum was like a rainbow piercing the sun. It was absolutely incredible."

"I stare at the live broadcast every day, watching her sculpt a little bit, but I didn't expect the finished product to be so beautiful. The organizer obviously only gave her a blank sheet of paper. How did she think of it?"

"At that time, she was holding the painting facing the sunset. I thought she was going to carve objects related to the sunset, but I didn't expect all horses to be silent. But if you look carefully, have you noticed that this work is not only majestic and vigorous, but also reveals a The absoluteness of sunset and dusk.”

Obviously, the moment the red cloth is uncovered, the winner is decided. Suzuki Koizumi's work is "The Monk".

He watched "Ten Thousand Horses Are Silent", and applauded first, and the audience followed suit. Finally, the applause echoed throughout the exhibition hall.

Song Weiwei leaned down from the stage to show her gratitude.

The host smiled, "Seeing the two works, Mr. Suzuki's performance is as stable as before, while Mr. Song's perspective is very strange. I heard that the organizer only gave you a blank piece of paper, which is associated with a galloping horse. How did you manage to carve it out in such a short period of time, with such perfect details that the judges couldn’t fault it?”

Song Weiwei's heart was pounding, she was holding the microphone, but her expression was still as calm as before, "I was in the room and inadvertently noticed the sunset outside the window, the light of the sunset was reflected on the painting, the light was changing all the time, I was thinking at that time, How to present such a magnificent spectacle."

"So you thought of horses?"

Song Weiwei nodded, "Yes, I thought of the war horses in ancient times. They came galloping on the scorching sun and yellow sand, very gorgeous and spectacular."

The host nodded and said: "The moment I saw the red cloth was lifted, I was only shocked. In just five days, you can carve such a perfect work. Rise, this business will not fail, thank you!"

Song Weiwei nodded at him, "You speak too seriously."

The host will not favor one person over another, and also exchanged a few words with Suzuki Koizumi before announcing the highlight of tonight, who is the champion!

No matter how calm Song Weiwei appeared on the surface, she felt a little flustered in her heart, but she was relieved thinking that she would be able to take No.2 back for the last time.

The host made enough suspense, and finally announced, "As you can see, the champion of this carving competition is..."

The audience waited with bated breath, the barrage in the live broadcast room was crazily swiping "Song Weiyi", and some people were swiping "Suzuki Koizumi". The host looked at the camera and whetted the appetite of the audience, and then said: "Congratulations to Mr. Suzuki for winning the third place , Congratulations to Teacher Song for winning the championship."

The audience in the live broadcast room had already raised their 40-meter swords. After hearing the host's second sentence, they put down their swords one after another and began to swipe the screen frantically.

"Congratulations to Teacher Song for winning the championship!"

"Congratulations to Teacher Song for winning the championship!"

"So-and-so rewarded Mr. Song with a rocket ship, congratulations Mr. Song for winning the championship~~"

"A certain reward..."

In the live broadcast room, the screen was swiped with rewards. The organizers did not expect such a niche competition to get so much attention, and this treasure-like oriental girl appeared in front of the public for the first time, and she was amazing.

On the podium, the organizer personally presented the championship trophy to Song Weiwei, and at the same time there were corresponding rewards for the champion, hugging and shaking hands, and the audience applauded warmly, congratulating her for firing the first shot.

Song Weiwei looked at Suzuki Koizumi who was standing one step away from her, and nodded at him, "Mr. Suzuki, I've accepted it!"

Suzuki Koizumi shook hands with her, and he said softly, "I'm very glad that new blood has joined the sculpture industry. Mr. Song, I look forward to your works coming out."

On the side off the stage, Li Baihan looked at Song Weiwei who was shining brightly on the stage, his Song Song was a blockbuster, that's great, she won't be able to hide it anymore, let him search all over the world and can't find it.

that's nice!

After the awards ceremony was over, the organizer held a celebration banquet. As the champion, Song Weiwei couldn't be absent, even though she had a splitting headache.

She barely rested for half a month, and now her body was at its limit, so she went back to her room, changed her clothes, and appeared at the celebration banquet.

Many media reporters flocked to her, and those blond and blue-eyed reporters were no longer arrogant to her as usual, and handed over their business cards to interview her.

Song Weiwei accepted the business card, but did not agree to an interview. She didn't want to make a high profile, but she didn't know that the organizer had been broadcasting live recently, and she was already popular.

At the celebration banquet, the contestants came over to toast round after round. They had been busy with the competition before, and no one communicated much. Now that the competition is over and the champion has been determined, all of you are open-minded people.

Although I regret that I failed to win the championship, I still feel sorry for my colleagues and made a celebration banquet like a large-scale gay meeting.

Song Weiwei was forced to open an INS account and interacted with many players. Everyone had a lively celebration dinner, and Song Weiwei was already drunk.

She swayed, and Suzuki Koizumi who was standing beside her was about to reach out to help her, when a pair of arms stretched out and firmly embraced her in his arms.

It was only then that Suzuki Koizumi noticed that the person who came was an investor sitting at the sponsor's table. He squinted his eyes, "Are you?"