Pouting her lips, Gu Xiaoai turned around and walked out, watching the maids busy and wandering around in boredom.
"Tongma, do you want to throw away these painting tools too?"
"leave."
When Gu Xiaoai heard the sound, she saw a little maid walking outside carrying heavy painting tools. Gu Xiaoai walked forward strangely and asked, "Aren't these painting tools quite new?"
"We need to purchase a new batch of painting tools tomorrow, and the old ones will have to be thrown away." Tong Ma explained hurriedly.
…
How about donating it? It’s a waste.
"Give me some paper." Gu Xiaoai walked a few steps quickly and took a small hardboard painting tool from the maid's hand. Touching the thin paper, Gu Xiaoai asked with some confusion, "Who paints at home?"
?”
"No, but there is a studio on the third floor."
Gu Xiaoai paused while touching the sketch pen.
Do you regularly replace a batch of new painting tools for the sake of a studio? It turns out that this is what it means to have money but no place to spend it.
But the material of this sketch pen is really good, and she... hasn't drawn in a long time.
In the past, her father hired a painting teacher for her. She found it boring, so she took Chu Shixiu to accompany her to class.
At that time, Chu Shixiu's ink paintings were praised by his teacher as having an air of immortality and being steady and mature at a young age.
And she... only likes to draw character sketches.
"Tong Ma, stand still." Gu Xiaoai held the sketch pen and shouted to the young mother who was about to leave.
The child's mother was suddenly so frightened by her shouting that she didn't dare to move. She froze there with only her back, "Miss Gu, what are you going to do?"
She seemed to have frightened the child mother.
Gu Xiaoai put the painting tools aside, helped her mother to sit down on the sofa, and said apologetically, "My hands are itchy for a while, so let me draw a sketch for you."
"Hey, Miss Gu can draw?" Mother Tong asked in astonishment as she sat on the sofa in a restrained manner.
"Well, I learned it when I was a child." Gu Xiaoai pulled up a high chair and sat down, holding up the painting tools and started sketching seriously...
When she was a child, her family was well off and she learned a lot of miscellaneous things.
Her father said that his daughter was a girl with many talents.
Sitting on the sofa, the child's mother couldn't help but started chatting with her, "Miss Gu's hands are so beautiful, they look like the hands of someone playing the piano."
The hand that plays the piano...
There is nothing difficult about piano.
Gu Xiaoai was immersed in painting, and couldn't help laughing when she heard this, "I can play the piano a little, I learned it when I was a child."