A 64-yard dash that shook the entire stadium

  Some people are born with beauty, some people are born with talent.

  If there is no one else, either give up or keep striving relentlessly.

  ……

  The Lu family is no ordinary family, and when it comes to the full moon banquet, they choose an auspicious time.

  At around 5 or 6 o'clock in the evening, Mo Wenyang drove his uncle's Mercedes-Benz to pick up the two of them.

  Carrying a tool bag out of the door, inside are watercolor brushes, drawing paper and pigments.

  Wen Mingzhu told the judges that she only knew how to do watercolor painting and asked Mianmian to cooperate. Mianmian didn't mind. After learning to paint for so many years and being a framing master for so many years, watercolor painting as a basic project for learning to paint, Mianmian was not unskilled either.

  When he heard that his wife was going to perform painting at the banquet, Comrade Jiang Yan rubbed his chin, neither saying it was good nor bad. His two hands worked hard to help his wife carry things and do logistics work.

  Mo Wenyang stood by the car door and watched as the couple came downstairs, his eyes shining brightly.

  Chiang Da Shao doesn't need to be said, as long as he wears slightly decent clothes, a born clothes rack, whatever he wears is handsome and intimidating.

  Manman chose a flowery skirt tonight, revealing two beautiful legs. Because she wore work pants all day, they were well-maintained, and her two legs were as white as cream, captivating people's eyes.

  Mo Wenxiang whistled, and Comrade Jiang Yuan regretted that he had asked his daughter-in-law to wear a skirt.

  "Let's go. Although the chosen location is close to here, it will take half an hour to drive there." Mo Wenyang opened the car door and invited the newlyweds to get in.

  As they drove along, Mo Wenyang and Jiang Dashao started gossiping about tonight's banquet: "Have you heard that Mayor Lu is coming?"

  "Mayor Lu?" Manman didn't think she'd have the chance to see the mayor in person.

  "He is Master Jun's father." Supplement by Jiang Da Shao.

  "But he isn't -" "Isn't he your husband's superior in the army?"

  "Lu Deputy Commander is to take on the role of Vice Mayor, the appointment notice has been issued."

  Your father is truly illustrious. Mianmian thought for a moment and then smiled: "It seems to have nothing to do with us common people."

  The other two people heard her very realistic words and couldn't help but curl up their mouths and reveal their neat white teeth.

  Mo Wenyang whistled: "We small citizens, as long as we have food to eat, clothes to wear, cars to drive and oil to fill."

  "As long as I have a wife." Jiang Dashao hugged the beauty and rubbed against her, "Every day is not short of good food."

  "You think I'm a cook?" Manman pouted, pretending to be angry.

  "You can teach me how to cook." Comrade Jiang Yan said he is not lazy.

  Thinking of his talent for getting salt and sugar mixed up, Weiwei's little wife shook her head: forget it.

  Before they knew it, the car had arrived at the restaurant.

  A large hall in the Lu family's restaurant, with congratulatory flower baskets and red scrolls at the entrance. At the entrance of the banquet hall, there are people from the host's family to greet guests and register.

  Jiang Dashao represented his wife and himself to write their names at the table and handed over the gift money.

  Manman stood to one side, still feeling uneasy, and once again checked the tool bag in her hand. She opened it and saw that paintbrushes, pigments, and paper were all complete, everything was ready except for a bit of luck. She patted her chest, thinking she had been overthinking things.

  At the entrance, a blast of cold air from the air conditioner suddenly blew in, accompanied by a shrill soprano voice.

  "Man Man Jie. Mo Da Ge."

  The hypocritical and overly affectionate tone is like a spoiled cake.

  Mo Wenyang felt a chill all over his body and wanted to escape with his head in his hands. However, when he saw He Wenxue, Zhang Qiuyan, his uncle Professor Ximeng, and his auntie Zhang Qing arriving together, he reluctantly stood still.

  "Sister Wan."

  "Creeping."

  Wen Haixue and Zhang Qiuyan, the two smiling faces full of genuine affection, are enough to prove that this mother-daughter pair is an excellent party representative who can adapt to changing circumstances.

  For Wen Haosheng and Zhang Qiuyan, it doesn't make much difference whether Manman marries Jiang Dashao or Jin Ruowen, as both are marrying into a wealthy family, so they won't react as strongly as the Wen Mingzhu or Wen Huan's family.

  This family of Second Uncle's is vulgar, with vulgarity deeply ingrained in their bones; they're bad, but the badness hasn't penetrated to their bones.

  For example, at this moment, Wen Haosheng pulled Mengmeng's arm and faced Jiang Dashao, who had just slapped himself. Not only did he not hate him, but he also looked remorseful and said: "Sister-in-law, you were right last time to teach me a lesson. I was blind and helped Sister Meng pull the wrong line."

  Got it, if Chiang Dashi was still a poor guy, you must be gritting your teeth and wanting to kill this sister's husband.

  Mo Wenyang's whole body felt cold, and Jiang Dashao's ears heard Wen Haosheng's sincere words, thinking of hugging his thighs in repentance, also feeling nauseous in his heart.

  "Haoxue, how did you come?" Manman hastily interrupted the conversation about her younger sister, seeing that both men were almost disgusted to death by Wen Haosnow's shameless face.

  At this point, Wen Haosheng is actually sincere in his treatment of Manman and wants to cling to Manman, who has married into a military officer's family.

  Then, whispering close to Manman's ear, she began to talk about the secrets of the Wen family, with a plan to pull Manman into her scheme: "Mrs. Lu sent me an invitation letter to come here. You know, our family doesn't even know Mrs. Lu at all. Although Mrs. Lu is Mingzhu's godmother, Mingzhu never introduced me to Mrs. Lu before. Didn't my mom and I find it strange? Later on, I thought about it, Mrs. Lu said in the invitation letter that I should wear the jade pendant when coming over. It's all because of this piece of jade."

  From Wen Haosheng's neck, a red cord was pulled out, and the pendant hanging from it was carved with the six peaches that were offered to Queen Mother Wang.

  Manman was shocked to see this: the peace symbol her grandmother had given her was exactly the same style. But Dad said, wasn't she the only one who had a piece of jade like that?

  "Doesn't Manman's family have one too?" Wen Haosheng winked at Manman, "I asked Yanyan and she said they didn't. But this thing, every room in the Wen household has one. I have it, Mingzhu sister has it, Yunyun and Shaohan all have it. It can't be that your family is the only one without it?"

  Remembering her father's warning, Manman suddenly became alert and pretended to be puzzled, saying: "You're saying this is strange. If Yanyan doesn't have it, how could I possibly have it?"

  "It's true. Who doesn't know that Auntie is biased towards Yuanyuan? Even if there is, it's all for Yuanyuan's sake. Manman sister, I really don't think you're worth it." Wen Haosnow seemed to not think she would lie, or perhaps he was intentionally trying to flatter her, in any case, whatever he said was in line with Manman's meaning.

  She mechanically wiped the mirror, as usual letting her nutrient-free words go in one ear and out the other, skipping the nonsense and getting straight to the point: "What did Mrs. Lu ask you to come over for with the jade pendant?"

  "Right." Wen Haosheng almost said that Manman was clever.

  A flash of light on the mirror: Actually, I've always been curious, when Wen Mingzhu and Wen Haixue were together, why wasn't Wen Haixue overshadowed by Wen Mingzhu.

  "It's like this." Wen Haosheng whispered mysteriously into her ear, "Listen, Mingzhu sister, it's this jade pendant that has captured the hearts of two gentlemen. I've tried it out, and it seems that both gentlemen are very interested in this jade pendant."

  Jun Ye and Yao Ye, do you like this jade pendant?

  So, including Mrs. Lu, everyone likes this jade pendant?

  No matter how hard she thought, she couldn't figure out the reason behind it.

  It wasn't until now that Mo Wenyang wanted to escape, and Wen Haosheng grabbed him, shouting: "Big Brother Mo, don't go, your military uniform is still in my closet!"

  "How dare you say such a thing?" Mo Wenyang's eyebrows shot up in indignation.

  Last time she made trouble in the cafeteria, then he was ordered by Jiang Da Shao to put on a military uniform to cover her shame. After she took away his military uniform, he wanted it back, but it never came back.

  Wen Hao Xue bashfully rubbed against Man Man's body: "I was thinking of helping you wash it, dry it well, and then find a good opportunity to carefully return it to you."

  Jiang Dashao and Manman blinked in response.

  Just then, Jiang Dashao bumped into Mo Shaoxue's arm and said sympathetically, "She isn't interested in you, is she?"

  Mo Wenyang's face turned pale with fright!

  I won't speak with Wen Haosheng again. I turned to Professor Feng Ximin and said, "Uncle, I heard you were on a business trip. When are you coming back?"

  "Last night, I received an invitation from Professor Yao Ziye himself, asking me to bring my wife along." Professor Fong smiled faintly as he replied to his nephew's question, while casting a profound glance at his wife.

  It can be said that he and Lu's family are not familiar with each other. Yao Ziye's sudden visit made him deeply surprised. However, after listening to Yao Ziye's account of the whole incident, it should be said that when he returned home, his wife did not mention Manman's affairs to him, and he felt deeply responsible for the rumors that slandered Manman and let people forge paintings in her name.

  Unlike his wife Zhang Qing, he is a true connoisseur. This painting by Manman, which is full of spirit and charm, would be hard to fake even if someone wanted to pass it off as their own.

  I agree with Yao Ziye's opinion. For this kind of thing, it's best to let everyone see the facts clearly. The wife should be taught a lesson for taking the initiative to call the competition organizers to cancel Mengmeng's qualification on his behalf.

  Receiving her husband's dissatisfied gaze, Zhang Qing has been sulking since last night: "It wasn't me who said that about her. It was her sisters who said that about her. Since it was her own sister who said it, can it be wrong?"

  Wen Haosheng was shocked when he heard it, and hastily waved his hand: "Mangmang sister, you have to believe me. It's absolutely not what I said, it's Yanyan and Mingzhu sister who are framing you."

  Just by listening to this sentence, it can be determined that for some reason, Wen Haosheng and Wen Mingzhu, Wen Huan have become estranged. Now they have completely changed their policy to a close-knit one, so they spare no effort in splashing dirty water on the other two people.

  Manman was about to sigh.

  But then Zhang Qiuyan came up to help her daughter: "Mang Mang, Haoyue has always loved you as a sister, don't believe what others say and think that Haoyue is hurting you. Haoyue would never do something so cruel and unjust."

  Does he love his sister and niece so much that he will introduce Jin Ruowen to his mother?

  "Second Aunt, aren't you and Old Jin friends? I heard he's not doing very well now, have you gone to visit him?" Mei occasionally had to take revenge, couldn't let this mother-daughter pair think they could just forget about the dirty things they'd done.

  Zhang Qiuyan's face suddenly turned pale: "How can he be considered my friend? Manman, to say the least, your second aunt was also deceived. Your second aunt only found out later that his wife had been driven away by his mistress. If she had known earlier that he was such a scoundrel, she would have stopped your mother from marrying him even if it killed her!"

  Said, she stomped her foot in shame and anger, to show her determination.

  Towards Zhang Qiuyan and Wen Haosheng, who changed their attitude at the drop of a hat, not to mention Manman and Jiang Dashao, all the others she met for the first time looked up at her with disdain.

  I'm speechless!

  This kind of person must be kept at arm's length, will become an enemy!

  Suddenly realizing she didn't understand this distant relative mother and daughter at all, Zhang Qing felt ashamed and hung her head.

  About those sisters who were previously slandered, it's clear that even they themselves don't find it believable anymore.

  The waiter came over to lead them in, and Wen Haosheng and his party of four were welcomed in first.

  Manman wants to go to the restroom, Jiang Dashao is not at ease with his wife alone, so he must accompany her. Manman then hands over the heavy painting tool bag to Mo Wenyang.

  After waiting for more than ten minutes, Mo Wenyang returned the bag to Manman and urged Jiang Dashao: "Let's go in."

  If it weren't for Mo Wenyang's words, Comrade Jiang Yan would have taken his wife's shoulders and walked straight into the hall without looking sideways. Now, upon hearing this, he glanced over with a hint of arrogance in the corner of his eyes, only to see Li Zhenwei, who had dared to look down on his wife, standing by the reception desk pretending to write something.

  "Li Shao's handwriting is truly magnificent!"

  Li Zhenwei, tonight is with his mother Jiang Yun and future wife Wen Mingzhu, a total of three people came to the banquet.

  A group of people surrounding Li Zhenwei who are flattering and fawning, basically all from government departments.

  Who doesn't know that Li Zhenwei is now considered a young backbone in the Beijing Municipal Government.

  Because Lu Siling was transferred to the Beijing Municipal Government as a vice mayor, Li Zhenwei's fiancée is Lu Siling's adopted daughter.

  The rumor that the Lu family would recognize Wen Mingzhu as their adopted daughter tonight has spread, it is unknown who spread it and when it started to circulate, but now everyone believes it to be true. Many people came to attend the banquet, not just to celebrate the child's full moon, but also to hear the good news of Wen Mingzhu becoming the Lu family's adopted daughter, and to congratulate the Li family on their good fortune in being connected to this promising young tree.

  Everyone in front of Jiang Yun and Li Zhenwei praised Wen Mingzhu the most, no more than her beauty like a heavenly fairy and her filial piety to her parents.

  Indeed, Wen Mingzhu is very beautiful, with willow-leaf eyebrows, a goose egg face, pink cheeks and red lips, two autumn water eyes, beauty is overwhelming.

  But Manman knew that this distant younger sister was a more beautiful reality, who loved her own beauty even more. If someone was more beautiful than herself, Wen Mingzhu absolutely could not tolerate it. Fortunately, from childhood to adulthood, there was no one in the same circle who could surpass Wen Mingzhu's beauty.

  "I only like you this way." Jiang Dashao's thick and sweet voice whispered in his little wife's ear.

  Man Man supported her glasses with a cold glint in her eyes and swept back: Less nonsense.

  Man Man thinks beauty is innate. Perhaps there's so-called beauty technology acquired later in life, but ultimately it's not one's own. What beauty can compare to one's natural beauty?

  Wen Mingzhu is beautiful, it's a gift from heaven. Envying her is useless, and being jealous will only bring yourself trouble. She has her own little life and small happiness.

  Man Man and Jiang Da Shao quietly followed behind the star-like Li family of three, preparing to enter the banquet hall unnoticed.

  "Hey, isn't that Jiang Zhongxiao? Didn't Mrs. Jiang come?" Jiang Yun shouted out from behind the two, grabbing their sleeves.

  Jiang Dashao and Manman suddenly realized: Where did this strong momentum of Mother Jiang come from?

  There is such a chess player Jiang Yun who must compete with his opponent.

  "My mom..." Jiang Dashi paused, his eyes darting around, a deep smile playing on the corners of his mouth. "You know, Auntie, she only likes to watch a certain someone's plays, so we'll be late."

  This Jiang Da Shao, just like his mother, has a proud and stubborn temperament, refusing to admit defeat.

  Jiang Yun pulled the future daughter-in-law, Wen Mingzhu, beside him, and compared her to Manman, who was clearly inferior to Wen Mingzhu. With a triumphant expression, he raised an eyebrow: "Then you must remember, when that person's time comes, let your mother come over to witness it with her own eyes."

  Jiang Dashao nodded vigorously. He had already prepared his camera and was ready to capture the moment when his wife shone brightly, leaving a lasting memory.

  But didn't Mother Chiang say on the phone that they had arrived a step ahead of them? How come there's no sign of them until now?

  ——《》——

  Chiang family

  Jiang Mei looked at the clock on the wall and quickly approached the time for the banquet.

  Jiang's mother, who was supposed to leave, sat on the sofa, holding her forehead and muttering to herself: She will lose face for me, she will lose face for me.

  "Mother, are you going or not? If you're not going, I'll go with Dongzi." Jiang Mei said, preparing to pull her mother and son to the banquet.

  Xiao Dongzi supported Xiao Yanzhen, and a sly light flashed on the lens of his glasses, just like his uncle's: "Grandma, if you don't go, when Auntie is showing off in front of you, won't you be unable to enjoy the praise from everyone around?"

  Jiang Meila scolded, pointing at her little grandson Nunu's nose: "What nonsense are you talking about? Your aunt can save my face? Not losing face for me is already very good."

  "Let's make a bet. If Auntie gives you face, you have to buy me a large model, the kind that costs tens of thousands."

  The son opened his mouth as wide as a lion's, and Jiang Mei pretended to twist her son's ear.

  Xiao Dongzi hurriedly covered his ears with both hands: "Grandma is afraid of losing a bet to me."

  "Who said that? Let's bet then." Jiang Mu insisted on letting her little grandson die to turn towards Manman's heart.

  ……

  "Is Xiaodong coming too?"

  "My sister said she would bring him along, but they won't be leaving until after work and school, so it'll be a bit later." said Jiang Dashao.

  As they walked into the banquet hall, someone saw them and beckoned: "Over here, Captain Jiang, Captain Mo."

  Several soldier brothers who were invited to sit in the same class as Jun Ye sat at the same table.

  Upon arrival, Fang realized that the wealthy family had set up a banquet, not an ordinary household. Each table and each seat were arranged in advance by the host. Exquisite peony cards with the guests' names written on them were placed at each seat using glass card holders.

  Manman sat down, and naturally to her right was her husband. The seat to her left was empty, but looking over a few seats, she saw Mr. Yao smiling at her with his usual suave charm.

  Every time I see him, I think that Old Man Yao looks like a painting. No wonder all those girls who have met eyes with him can't help but fall in love with him.

  "You're a bit late." Yao Ziye smiled at her and said to Jiang Dashao.

  "Delayed for a while at the door," said Jiang Da Shao.

  The vines carelessly leaned against the empty sign with the words "Master" written on it.

  Slightly surprised.

  The Lu family master sat beside her?

  As if seeing through her worries, Yao Ziye said to her, "Don't worry, you know this person."

  She knew only two people from the Lu family: Mrs. Lu and Master Jun.

  Her gaze swept across the venue, and on the table at the real main banquet, Mrs. Lu was given a place of honor, occupying one of the seats. Next to Mrs. Lu sat a handsome young man who caught people's attention.

  That big boy seemed to notice her gaze, turned his head around, saw her, obviously stunned for a moment, and then raised his eyebrows in a handsome manner, almost identical to Jun Ye.

  "That's Young Master Lu's younger brother, named Lu Huan." It seemed like he was always paying attention to her observations of the Lu family members. As soon as she saw the big boy, Yao Ziye immediately added an explanation.

  Manman turned back and glanced at him, the crescent moon smiled: "Colonel Yao, you don't need to introduce them one by one. To say it, they and I are originally people from two different worlds."

  "What kind of people are from two worlds?"

  A low, husky voice, like a glacier that had been silent for millennia, suddenly rang out from above her head.

  Manman pretended not to hear anything, adjusted her glasses and turned to her husband: "A Yan, let's not buy a car after all, we can't afford it."

  Knowing she was intentionally ignoring his existence, a cold hum, Jun Ye pulled out the empty chair beside her.

  Why was this iceberg arranged to sit with her? The hot banquet will be frozen into a cold banquet by the iceberg! Mianmian complained in her heart.

  Jiang Dashao directly discussed the issue of buying a car with his wife: "Can't not buy. The art gallery is far from the big house, you take buses and subways to transfer, it's very troublesome."

  "It's okay, I'm used to taking buses when I was in school," said Manman.

  "Going to work isn't like going to school, can you afford to waste time on commuting? Saving money isn't done that way." A cold voice cut in.

  In Mengmeng's ears, this tune has always been intentionally sung in discord with her.

  "This is between me and my husband, don't interfere." Manman kept a distance from Junye comrade.

  "I think you're afraid that you're stupid and won't be able to learn how to drive."

  "Land ahoy!"

  A group of soldiers on the table, including Jiang Dashao, looked at each other in confusion: How did these two people quarrel after just a few words?

  While Chiang and Yao were each holding onto a fire extinguisher, Gao explained to the clueless Mo Wenyang: Those two had been at odds since their first meeting. Born enemies. No wonder Mrs. Jiang was angry, who let Mr. Jun extort 500 yuan from her in the first place?

  A debt of 3,600 yuan in exchange for an income of 500 yuan, Comrade Junye has a lifelong memory, three black lines under his forehead, and a knife-like gaze towards Gaodashuai.

  Croak croak like a green frog ready to spread everywhere, suddenly stopped with a loud cry.

  The corners of his mouth slightly curled up: Forget it, since it's his sister who caused the trouble, he as the older brother wouldn't hold it against her.

  Man Man was also deeply surprised: the iceberg had just been about to scold her severely, but suddenly, he seemed to be smiling as if in a dream. Had he taken the wrong medicine?

  Jiang Dashao only knew one thing: Comrade Junye's temper might be bad, but he would never dare to lose his temper with his own little daughter-in-law.

  The banquet began at this time.

  The host of the banquet, accompanied by his wife and their one-month-old son, took to the stage under the introduction of the emcee.

  When a beam of warm light shines on the little baby in an adult's arms, the chubby little face and the narrowed little eyes are lovely no matter how you look at them.

  "How cute!" Manman clapped and cheered with everyone else as Yu Ya smiled at the little baby.

  "Let's have a lovely child," Jiang Dashao seized the opportunity and proposed to his wife.

  Suddenly, Manman thought: "When we did that thing, it seemed like we didn't take any precautions."

  *pffft*

  Several single men near the newlyweds all spat out their tea.

  Manman suddenly realized she had misspoken and wanted to lower her head into a hole in the ground.

  Jiang Dashao hurriedly helped his daughter-in-law drive away the awkwardness, saying: "What's the big deal? You're married, aren't you going to spend all day discussing this kind of thing?"

  "Jiang Zhongxiao, you can't even drive properly, no need to show off here." As the older brother, Junye comrade remembered his brother-in-law's unimpressive performance on their first night together and said with a glance at the lowered head of Manman, "You two should think about when you want to have kids, better prepare yourselves first."

  When to have children? Make preparations?

  Newlyweds who have just tasted the sweetness of marriage have no concept of this at all.

  "For example, "high big handsome" became a teacher and gave an educational lesson to the newlyweds. Some people like to have children in the year of the dragon, because they are born as dragon sons. Others prefer to have children in the year of the pig, because it is said that those who belong to the pig can gain without labor. So, ordinary people generally avoid having children in the year of the cow or horse, fearing that their children will spend their whole lives working like cattle and horses. However, some people like to have children in the year of the horse, saying they want to invite a auspicious omen of a galloping horse."

  After listening to Gao Daxiao's explanation, Manman and Jiang Dashao only felt one word: tired.

  If everyone says so, the world's population is all crowded in the Dragon Year and Pig Year, and the whole world learns to plan births according to zodiac signs. It doesn't necessarily work that way, children born in the Dragon Year will definitely become dragons, while those born in the Ox Year are not worth looking at.

  Our new China was born in the year of the cow.

  Comrade Junye, as an expert, made a more scientific suggestion: "You didn't have pre-marital check-ups, did you?"

  Forced by Xu Yu'e to rush into marriage, where did I have time for this kind of skill.

  The two men exchanged a knowing glance and said: "It's not too late for a post-marriage check, let's arrange it."

  ……

  "Mingzhu, who are you looking at?" Li Zhenwei found his fiancée a bit distracted tonight.

  Everything was going smoothly, but as soon as they entered the door, the whole family was already being flattered by their fellow guests.

  If there's one thing that didn't quite meet their expectations, it might be the seating arrangement - they were placed far away from Mrs. Lu's seat at the head table.

  The cold gaze was from Manman sitting next to Junye, then glanced at Wen Haosheng who was sitting back-to-back with Lu Furen, separated only by a passageway.

  Wen Mingzhu suddenly lifted up the glass of cold water and drank it all in one gulp, her fingers grasping the empty glass, trembling uncontrollably.

  "Mingzhu, don't drink so much water, you'll be painting on the spot later." Jiang Yun reminded her, recalling their previous match with Mother Jiang.

  Venomous eyes fell on the toolbox under the wicker chair, a flower-like smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I won't lose."

  Jiang Yun didn't care what she did in secret, as long as she achieved one goal: winning over Jiang Mu.

  ……

  The time arrived, under the arrangement of the host, several workers carried in a large rectangular worktable and placed it on the empty space in the middle of the podium.

  "Today, our dear guests have brought all sorts of gifts for our little friend who has just turned one month old. Among them, there are two young ladies who hope to use their paintings to bless the child of the Lu family. Now, please welcome the two lady artists on stage."

  Thunderous applause filled the auditorium like a rain of cheers.

  It is said that all the guests who had heard and those who hadn't, stretched their necks and looked around to see which two young ladies they were.

  Wen Mingzhu first stood up, with a fairy-like appearance and footsteps, plus the previous rumors, won a burst of applause.

  While everyone's attention was focused on Wen Mingzhu, Manman quietly reached for the tool bag, and immediately, two pairs of hands offered to help her carry it.

  Wen Mingzhu, standing on the stage, saw Jun Ye and Jiang Dashao bowing their heads to help Manman carry things, her hands clenched into fists behind her back.

  It was when Jiang Dashao helped his wife carry the bag that Jiang Yun woke up and pushed her motionless son: "Don't you go on stage to help Mingzhu?"

  "Mom, I'm really bad at drawing. Didn't I go up there just to help her out?" Li Zhenwei smiled awkwardly.

  What is he talking about? Doesn't he know how to read the situation?

  Beaten secretly by his mother, Li Zhenwei walked onto the stage with empty hands, standing beside his fiancée feeling extremely uneasy.

  He never serves people.

  In contrast, Jiang Dashao accompanied his wife Manman all the way without applause, and was considerate and meticulous.

  Even many people in the audience who didn't know them whispered: "Their relationship is so good, they must be newlyweds."

  "What's so good about her? Madam Chiang is still not satisfied with this daughter-in-law, saying she's the daughter of a grocery store owner." Jiang Yun immediately raised an eyebrow and said sarcastically.

  Jiang Mei, who had just arrived, couldn't help but sigh inwardly: It's a good thing Mother Jiang came late, otherwise she would have immediately scolded Manman again over this matter.

  Xiao Dongzi heard someone speaking ill of his aunt and felt very unhappy, so he adjusted his glasses: "My grandma is coming to give my aunt a championship award, that's why she'll be late."

  Hmph!

  Can you win like that?

  Jiang Yun disdainfully said: Only a painting drawn by someone as beautiful as an immortal can be a painting that is as beautiful as an immortal.

  On the stage, two contestants began to lay out the painting paper they had brought, as well as prepared brushes and pigments, color palettes, with restaurant staff helping to provide water for washing brushes midway.

  Everything in the tool bag was taken out, but a big bundle of paintbrushes tied with rubber bands was missing.

  Manman thought about it over and over again. Since the bag was taken out of the house, the only time it left her side was when she went to the toilet.

  Jiang Dashao didn't learn painting, but he also knew that his wife's prepared painting tools couldn't possibly lack a paintbrush. It must have been tampered with halfway through. A pair of eyes stared at Mo Wenyang under the seat.

  At this moment, the audience sitting under the stage all discovered that Manman didn't bring a paintbrush.

  The restaurant is unlikely to suddenly produce a set of watercolor brushes for Mianmian.

  A murmur of discussion rose from the seats below: What's wrong with this painter? Can't even prepare his painting tools properly?

  Jiang Yun's belly was laughing uncontrollably: it's just a pity that Mother Jiang wasn't around.

  Jiang's mother was actually following her daughter secretly, wearing sunglasses and a headscarf, hiding in the dark corner of the door. Now seeing that Manman was indeed going to make her lose face, she got angry and wanted to turn around and leave.

  Gao Dashi and a group of soldiers hastily discussed whether there were any shops nearby to buy paintbrushes in time.

  The two men stared coldly at Wen Mingzhu on the stage, who was slightly pursing her lips, while interrogating Mo Wenyang, who was holding his head in remorse: When exactly were you manipulated by someone?

  The host saw this situation and asked Manman: Is it going to postpone the competition time?

  Is it possible to delay this situation now?

  With a glance, she could see her mother-in-law standing at the door with her back to her. Thinking of her husband, she shook her head firmly.

  "But you don't have a paintbrush, otherwise, why not borrow one or two from Miss Wen Mingzhu?"

  Wen Mingzhu should have brought a set of paintbrushes, borrowing one or two from Manman shouldn't be a problem.

  However, it's clear who is behind this, and the other side is waiting for her to fall into the trap - Manman shook her head firmly again: "I have a paintbrush."

  I have a paintbrush

  Four words: cut nails and iron.

  The audience gasped in shock.

  Wen Mingzhu's mouth corners twitched with a smile.

  She is not afraid of being overshadowed by others, she will confront them head-on and fight until they are left with nothing, making them lose all dignity.

  At this moment, Jiang Dazhuang could deeply feel the overwhelming aura emanating from his wife's entire body. His gaze was tightly locked onto the slender yet proud figure that had caught his eye from the very beginning.

  Everyone's attention was on the beautiful and heavenly Wen Mingzhu, but no one could take their eyes off Manman's hands for even a second.

  Long and slender fingers are like a pen in themselves. Ten fingers are ten pens, two palms are two big brushes.

  Dian (point), An (press), Mo (rub), Gou (hook)

  With a wave of the arm, the clouds flow like water, and the artistic conception is born with the hand. The tip of the brush dances, like the posture of thousands of troops and horses, slender yet elegant, making people imagine the beauty of fairies dancing lightly.

  "Finger painting!" The audience at Xizhong's house erupted in surprise and admiration.

  Finger painting is not something that any ordinary painter can do. It has taken many years of hard work and research by old painters.

  Moreover, for a female painter under the age of thirty to be able to paint like this without any prior preparation, one can only sigh: her skills are so refined, they have already been honed to a fine point.

  Lingqi, lingqi.

  Professor Weston couldn't contain his excitement and stood up, staring intently at the painting by ManMan: He finally understood where this child's spirit came from - it was due to her unyielding persistence and unwavering efforts.

  A work of art is a presentation of the artist's own spiritual image.

  A mediocre artist will inevitably produce mediocre works that are unimpressive.

  Zhang Qing was stunned. No evidence was needed, just looking at Manman's current on-site painting style, it was clear how ugly and vicious the group of sisters who had hurt him were.

  Her gaze shifted slightly to Wen Mingzhu, whose hand holding the brush was trembling, and had been trembling all along. The water and pigment on the brush tip couldn't even be mixed well, and fell onto the paper, splashing into puddles of water stains, like a mirror reflecting her clown-like expression.

  How can she not be nervous?

  No one is looking at her anymore, everyone is looking at Manman!

  Including future mother-in-law Jiang Yun, Jiang Yun was shocked as if she had a stroke, her whole body twisted into a ball in the crowd, and her eyes stared at Manman like seeing a ghost.

  Including Li Zhenwei, who was standing closest to her, Li Zhenwei's eyes were like a 100-watt light bulb that had been fully charged, as if Columbus had discovered the New World and Sinbad had dug up the magic lamp.

  Li Zhenwei's first meeting with her did not have such a surprise.

  Including Jun Ye and Yao Ye. She originally wanted to hook the two masters back, but now, the eyes of the two masters were only on Manman's body.

  Mrs. Lu, the only lifeline she could grasp, now had an expression that was just like when she held onto Mengmeng's hand in the car and wouldn't let go as Mengmeng tried to leave.

  If I had known earlier, she wouldn't have let people secretly take her paintbrushes, but now...

  Bang!

  A large splash of water splashed onto the painting paper, rubbed it, and fell off.

  "Miss Wen Mingzhu, you——" The host asked her in surprise at the time, but no one in the venue found anything unusual about her, they were all looking at Manman.

  Man Man has finished work, last step, no pen, how to write?

  Even the best fingerprint painter still needs a brush when it comes to writing the title.

  The corners of his cold mouth curved up: I'll see how you die in the end!

  Under the seats, no one sighed. Everyone was expecting how she would continue to create masterpieces with her brush at the moment when they saw Mianmian start drawing finger paintings.

  Did not disappoint expectations.

  The deft fingers, had pulled down from the thin woolen coat under the blanket brought in the air-conditioned room a thread of wool, burned with a lighter, wiped away the ash with the finger belly, and dipped into his own carefully ground ink.

  Point, wrap the end of the yarn around twice, swing up, like that Uyghur girl whipping out a dance with a magical whip in her hand, falling down to the dragon and phoenix dance.

  A line of ink characters, like clouds floating in the sky.

  Ethereal and otherworldly, as if a celestial being beyond mortal realm.

  Carefree and at ease, laughing at the world with disdain.

  Beauty, beauty stunning, how can be called a city-toppling.

  Cinnabar Seal of Approval - Wen Man

  Ten thousand people witnessed it with their own eyes, and no one can confuse right and wrong.

  Anyone who dares to slander and humiliate her again will be humiliating themselves and owe an apology!

  Earthquake!

  The painting is completed, and the applause of the crowd is like thunder.

  Earthquake!

  Wen Mingzhu backed away repeatedly until she bumped into Li Zhenwei, who was staring blankly at Manman.

  Earthquake!

  Jiang's mother took off her sunglasses, and her hem was pulled by Xiao Dongzi: Grandma, you lost! My tens of thousands of yuan model!

  Who says that only a beauty like an immortal can paint beautiful pictures?

  Jiang Yun felt as if he had been slapped in the face and sat down on a chair, not even daring to lift his head: He only hoped that Mrs. Chiang was not present.

  What kind of person is truly beautiful like an immortal?

  In Li Zhenwei's eyes, only Mianmian was left, who had taken off her big glasses and wiped her face with a little ink on her face by Jiang Dashao: It turned out that she, who took off her big glasses, was not ugly at all. On the contrary, she looked so beautiful that he couldn't move his eyes away for a long time, so beautiful that he deeply envied Jiang Dashao!

  Can't afford to lose.

  She can't afford to lose anymore.

  Having lost this battle, how could she face Jiang Yun and marry into the Li family?

  When the host was about to announce the results of the competition, Wen Mingzhu's voice, neither high nor low, cut in: "Didn't Captain Yao say that he had invited the judges over?"

  Judge?

  It's all like this now, one has been getting attention throughout the painting process, and the other hasn't even finished drawing.

  Of course, Wen Mengjiao's appeal was also correct. The competition must be carried out according to the rules.

  The ladies who had made an appointment with Yao Ziyi in the tea pavilion at first, one by one went up to the stage and pretended to look around the paintings of two painters for two circles.

  "Alright, now let's have the judges announce the results." The host handed the microphone to Wang Feng, who was pushed forward by the other judges as their representative.

  "Wait!" Mingzhu's voice cut in again.

  One, two, three times interrupting, not even losing with the demeanor of a great general, the audience below expressed dissatisfaction. Even the host became cold: "Any other questions, Miss Wen Mingzhu?"

  Wen Mingzhu walked up to Wang Feng with a gentle pace, but her beautiful eyes suddenly emitted a fierce and sinister light. She pointed at Manman with a swift motion: "I didn't paint because I knew in advance that she had bribed the judges!"

  After a moment of silence under the stage, there was a cold hissing sound.

  As everyone's eyes were filled with shock and uncertainty, just as someone was about to roll up their sleeves and beat this scoundrel, Meng Meng's calm voice floated out: "Do I need to bribe the judges?"

  Bang!

  What is supreme, what is truly a proud queen.

  She finally realized now, as she heard a burst of laughter from the people below, like a slap in the face, leaving her completely embarrassed...

  Digression

  Isn't it awesome?

  Fat Mama: Next chapter is Lord Jun's turn to be skinned~