"Yes, thank you!" Su Hanyan thought this girl was too cute.
"Hey! Actually... you can actually see it! Can't you?" Reiko said intentionally or unintentionally, "Of course, it is natural for girls to be curious about such outstanding adults... But...
Don't say it in front of other people, otherwise it will be bad if it gets to Butler Mei Xiang."
"Yeah! But to be honest, Butler Mei Xiang is so beautiful and has a very good temperament."
"Of course, that's someone from Kyoto Fengzhai!" Reiko nodded with a smile, admiring her face, "Meixiang Butler is very nice, but also very strict. So, don't break the rules, there is no mercy in Meixiang Butler's place
It’s talkable.”
"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Lingzi, for telling me so much." Su Hanyan put the prepared ingredients into the basket.
Meixiang actually came from Fengzhai in Kyoto, and it seemed that Fengyan's parents and elders should have personally selected her.
Thinking of Feng Hao and Xia Yucheng, Su Hanyan couldn't help but feel sad.
After what happened, they would definitely hate her.
I don’t know Feng Lianxia...
"Reiko," she called out, just as she was about to ask a question about May.
Suddenly I remembered what Reiko said about people and things related to Feng Yan not to inquire casually, so I held back.
I hope Feng Lianxia can be safe and sound!
…
With the support of Su Hanyan, Lin Congcong carefully prepared a painting for the painting competition and named it "Home".
What he painted was gouache, which is a kind of painting between oil painting and watercolor.
The picture shows numerous mountains and dense forests with distinct layers. On a gentle slope at the top of the mountain, there is a house with blue tiles and white walls.
Under the setting sun, smoke curled up from the house.
The entire picture is between opaque and translucent, the use of colors is quite skillful, and the picture quality is gorgeous, soft, bright and a little thick.
Su Hanyan looked at the painting in her hand and praised excitedly, "Amazing, Cong Cong, the painting is great. My sister specially asked for leave today to accompany you to register for the competition."
Seeing her sister being so happy and praising herself so generously, Lin Congcong blushed and smiled shyly, "Congcong's painting is not good, but Congcong is very attentive!"
"Be good!" Su Hanyan touched his head and helped him put the paintings into the painting tube. "I just signed up. We can go to the rehabilitation class after eating something outside."
"If I win the prize, will there be better teachers who can teach me painting?"
Su Hanyan nodded, "Yes! Teacher Chen's teacher is an uncle who is a very good painter. You must have good grades before he will agree to guide you."
Chen Qinghe's teacher is the president of the Painters Association. Although he agreed to take a look at Congcong first, Su Hanyan still felt that if Congcong participated in the painting competition, even if he could not win any awards, it would at least prove that Congcong's paintings were the same as those of Congcong.
Normal people have the same level.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Su Hanyan drove Lin Congcong out of the gate of Feng's house on a bicycle.
After riding for almost forty minutes, she found the address of the painting competition jury that she got from the Internet.
This is a three-story old-fashioned teaching building located in the Academy of Fine Arts. Most of the people coming and going are laughing students.
There are also people like them who come to compete with painting tubes, and there are people of all ages.
"elder sister……"
Going upstairs, Lin Congcong grabbed Su Hanyan out of fear.