The group’s favorite little Fuwa in the rebirth era

Weekend afternoon.

After the dance class in the morning, Su Qinghe climbed into bed and took a nap after lunch.

When I woke up, I was woken up by my mother.

"Get up quickly, the art exhibition is about to begin." Wang Xiujuan pulled her daughter up from the bed with difficulty.

Su Qinghe sat slumped on the bed, rubbing her eyes with her hands, her long hair hanging casually behind her head.

"What?" Being pulled up by her mother in a daze, Su Qinghe's mind was not clear enough to realize what was going on.

Wang Xiujuan looked at her daughter's confused eyes and knew that she wouldn't listen to anything she said now.

Simply pull the person up from the bed and push him to the bathroom to wash his face and wake up.

The cold water splashed on her face, and Su Qinghe's originally groggy mind finally sobered up a lot.

She remembered that before the holiday, her painting teacher asked her for a painting she had painted before, saying that she wanted to take it to a competition.

Su Qinghe didn't keep it in mind, it had happened before, but the selection cycle was a bit long, so Su Qinghe would forget it every time.

Suddenly one day the teacher came over with a certificate or a trophy.

She thought that this time it would be the same as before, but she didn't expect that the teacher suddenly told her last week that her previous painting had been put on display.

He also gave her some tickets so she could go and have a look if she was interested.

The teacher's expression did not change much when he spoke, causing Su Qinghe to think that it was just an ordinary art exhibition, which might be filled with paintings by children about the same age as Su Qinghe.

She didn't take it seriously. When the family was sitting together for dinner in the evening, Su Qinghe suddenly remembered it.

She took out the ticket the teacher gave her and showed it to them.

To be honest, Su Qinghe didn't look at it carefully after getting the ticket.

If her mother hadn't said it, Su Qinghe might have always thought that this was just an ordinary art exhibition and wouldn't have taken the time to see it at all.

But Su Qinghe felt that the main reason was that the teacher's expression was too calm at that time. She was so calm that she thought it was a charity exhibition.

She has participated in several such exhibitions before, and all proceeds from the exhibitions were used for charity.

Although those paintings are very ordinary, or even to be stricter, they have no technical content at all, they are just children's graffiti.

Usually the people who organize this kind of exhibition are rich wives who have time and money, looking for something to do to pass the time.

Su Qinghe initially thought that these paintings were painted by children in the orphanage.

Later, she accidentally learned that those paintings were originally drawn by children in the circle, and were then put on display by the family.

Su Qinghe knew because someone in the class accidentally said it once, and she found that almost all the students around her put their paintings on display.

But most of the people who bought those paintings were their parents.

No wonder, when Su Qinghe learned that all the paintings had been bought, and the prices were not low, she thought everyone was so enthusiastic about doing charity.

After hearing the truth, Su Qinghe felt that this made sense.

Unless it was a painting by one's own child, how could it be really willing to spend so much money if it was painted by someone else's child.

"Which one do you want to wear?"

Wang Xiujuan had already helped her match several outfits and let Su Qinghe choose by herself.

Su Qinghe looked around and finally chose the first set, "This is it."

"I also like this outfit the best." Wang Xiujuan smiled and urged her to change clothes.

After coming out, she saw that Su Qinghe was wearing a navy blue dress. The collar and cuffs were designed with green contrasting edges, and there was a delicate embroidery decoration on the chest.

The skirt just reached her knees, and the hem was in a loose A-line shape. After wearing it, she looked energetic and cute.

Su Qinghe wore a green beret of the same color as the edging design on her head, and her long, slightly curly hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

The feet are also paired with a pair of green stockings of the same color, embellished with white letters.

Su Qinghe stood in front of the mirror and turned around. With such a matching outfit, if she held a picture album in her hand, she would instantly feel like an artist.

"Set off."

After a lot of tossing, the mother and daughter finally got in the car and went out.

When they arrived at the exhibition hall, the art exhibition had already begun. As soon as they got out of the car, Su Qinghe had already seen many people entering one after another.

Su Qinghe held her mother's hand and went in. Someone checked the tickets at the door.

This is a private exhibition hall, divided into upper and lower floors. The design of the exhibition hall is very simple, with an overall L shape.

In Nuoda's exhibition hall, everyone's attention was focused on the paintings on the wall. There was no sound, except for the occasional sound of walking in high heels.

Even if he met someone he knew, he would just nod and smile, and there was a tacit understanding not to disturb the other person.

After Su Qinghe entered, he suddenly became silent and quietly admired the paintings on the wall.

Some of the paintings here are still treasures. If it weren't for this exhibition, Su Qinghe might never have the opportunity to see them in person.

Most of the works on the first floor are paintings by already famous masters, some of whom are even no longer alive.

Su Qinghe always thought that he had some talent, and sometimes he would feel complacent when he saw those trophies.

But when she saw these paintings today, she realized that she still had a long way to go, and she might not be able to achieve the results of these masters in a lifetime.

However, Su Qinghe didn't feel that she was hit. She had no intention of taking this path, so don't embarrass yourself.

"Would you like to go to the second floor and have a look?" Wang Xiujuan reminded her.

When Su Qinghe heard her mother's words, she reluctantly left the first floor and walked upstairs.

There are also several paintings hanging on the right wall at the stairwells on the first and second floors.

However, looking at the pen name, Su Qinghe didn't have much impression. It was probably a not-so-famous painter, so she didn't dwell too much on it.

Her mother was already urging her to go upstairs to find her paintings.

Compared with the flow of people on the first floor, the flow of people on the second floor is less than half, and it is not as quiet as downstairs. From time to time, you can hear the subtle conversations of some people.

When Su Qinghe passed by them, he listened. They seemed to be commenting on the paintings.

The paintings upstairs are all the works of new painters, but the ones that can be exhibited here are either because their teacher is very famous and has one or two spots available to show his students' paintings to the world, or they are his. The works are very spiritual and are favored by others.

Su Qinghe is of course the former type.

"Good boy, here." Wang Xiujuan saw her daughter's painting at a glance and took her hand.

Su Qinghe also saw her painting. The placement was actually quite good. Almost as long as someone came up, they would see her painting at the first glance.

When the mother and daughter passed by, several people were already standing in front of Su Qinghe's painting, and several people whispered comments on her painting.

Su Qinghe stood not far from them and couldn't help but listen to a few words.

"It's very spiritual and the painting techniques are very delicate."

"It's done well here," one person agreed, pointing to a spot on the painting. "The sensitivity to color is very good."