"Do you still want to hear the follow-up from the youngest?"
Xiao Xiao interrupted the exchange of words between Zhang Bo and Zhuge Yun.
Zhao Luzheng smiled gratefully at Xiao Xiao, then raised his eyebrows at Zhang Bo and Zhuge Yun, "That's right."
"I haven't finished speaking yet."
"If you don't listen, I will tell my third brother."
"Listen!"
Zhuge Yun hurriedly expressed his position.
"It was all the boss who provoked me first..."
"you-"
Noticing Xiao Xiao's gaze, Zhang Bo closed his mouth.
…
"I didn't expect that I recognized him at first sight."
Zhao Luzheng said with some emotion, "I didn't have the best time with him when I was in junior high school."
"After graduating from junior high school, we lost contact."
"But I'm quite impressed by him."
…
Zhuge Yun opened his mouth.
Still kept quiet.
…
"He draws very well."
"What impressed me most was the rapid improvement in his painting level in the three years of junior high school."
“It’s really progress that can be seen with the naked eye.”
Zhao Luzheng emphasized.
"It can be said that the classmates in our class watched his step by step..."
"how to say?"
"It's from a level that we jokingly call a soul painter to a level where you can truly say that painting is your specialty."
"We all say he is a genius at painting."
"They say our class is going to produce a great painter in the future."
...
"He didn't become a painter later."
Zhuge Yun finally couldn't help but speak.
Zhao Luzheng was slightly startled by his determined tone.
"You said you were sorry..."
Zhang Bo also guessed this ending.
"Moreover, you just said that he attended a normal school and is now seeking to stay at the school to teach."
Zhuge Yun added.
...
"......Um."
Zhao Luzheng smiled.
Roommates are smart and convenient.
They all understood it without saying anything.
...
"Why didn't he become a painter?"
Zhang Bo asked directly.
Zhuge Yun knocked on the table, "Boss, that's what you asked."
"Is it that easy to become a painter?"
"A painter is an artist."
"Artists are very particular about talent."
"Ahem~"
Zhuge Yun realized that what he said was a little too straightforward?
"Hehe, the youngest..."
...
"I know."
Zhao Luzheng was naturally not so stingy and was angry because of Zhuge Yun's few truths.
"I asked him if he would continue to paint?"
"I thought that even if I don't make a living from this, as my second brother said, artistic creation like painting requires talent..."
"Although in my impression and in the minds of our students back then, he was extremely talented in painting."
"At that time, we always joked with him that a great painter was going to be born in our class. When we said this, everyone was joking, but in our hearts we really thought so."
"But he stopped painting."
"My impression is that he loves painting very much."
"I basically spend my time drawing after class."
"Even in class, I'm always drawing secretly."
"I was caught by the teacher several times."
"But our teacher is open-minded."
"The teacher praised him for his good painting, but he still has to take the class seriously."
"After all, good art schools also have high requirements for cultural achievements."
…
"So you all thought he would go to the Academy of Fine Arts and become a painter?"
Zhuge Yun touched his chin, "I'm wondering... is he not happy to see you again after a long absence?"
It’s hard to realize that the dream you once had has not come true.
He also met an uninformed person who asked him why he didn't go into the future that everyone agreed on at the time...
Isn't this just rubbing salt into someone's wounds?
"When you met yesterday..."
Zhuge Yun could roughly imagine the scene at that time, "Isn't it quite embarrassing?"
…
Zhao Luzheng smiled bitterly, "After I asked him if he would become a painter now... the atmosphere became a bit awkward."
He can still recall the sudden change in the other person's expression.
With a somewhat stiff smile.
He said in a nonchalant tone that he had stopped painting for a long time.
Then he told him the information he had told Zhang Bo about them before.
…
A classmate who always thought he would become a painter went to normal school and became a teacher...
Maybe it was too unexpected...
"I stupidly asked him if he was an art teacher?"
Zhao Luzheng shook his head at his own slowness.
"He said no."
The other party could hardly maintain the unnatural smile on his face, and the aura around him became a little anxious.
"I felt like he wanted to say goodbye to me."
Zhao Luzheng is not without the ability to observe words and emotions.
However, even though I know I should stop it in moderation and respect other people's privacy...
But he really wants to know why the other person stops painting?
If you don’t become a painter, you won’t even paint anymore.
He was really surprised when he learned that the other party had put down his painting brush for a long time.
…
He pretended not to notice that the other party was hesitant to speak.
He knew that the other party was hesitating about how to say goodbye.
He asked his doubts directly.
"Why don't you draw?"
"You like drawing so much."
Seeing his former classmate again, even though his appearance had changed, he still immediately remembered the way he was drawing in the class, and the way his eyes sparkled after being teased by his classmates about being a great painter in the future.
So, people who like to draw...
"And so talented..."
The students in the class saw the huge improvement in each other's painting in the three years of junior high school and were shocked in their hearts.
They both feel that the other person is born to be a painter.
He didn't understand when we met again after so many years.
People who they think so...
Why don't you draw anymore?
…
"talent?"
…
Zhao Luzheng still clearly remembers the other party's demeanor and tone when he said these two words...
His slightly thin face was full of self-deprecation and sarcasm.
In Zhao Luzheng's memory, the other party had a gentle personality.
At that time, he... showed extremely strong aggression.
but……
Zhao Luzheng pursed his lips.
A person with such a sharp demeanor has such a low tone.
…
Zhao Luzheng's heart felt a little heavy.
"We...all the people in our class, as well as the teacher, think you are very talented."
Zhao Luzheng clumsily tried to comfort the other party.
"you're good."
"real."
In his opinion, Zhou Yao at this time was like an eggplant beaten by frost.
There is no longer the lustful look before.
Instead, he revealed his truest emotions.
…
"……Thanks."
Zhou Yao rubbed his head vigorously.
"Sorry, I lost my temper."
After all, after so many years, he has already accepted the status quo.
Now, no matter how fierce, angry and unwilling you are, isn't it ridiculous?
…
"What university are you at?"
Zhou Yao suddenly asked.
Zhao Luzheng was stunned.
Although he was confused, he answered honestly, "Yanda."
