There was originally a piece of drawing paper that Zhou Yao had scribbled on on the drawing board.
The messy colors quite challenge people’s aesthetics.
However, what appeared in Zhou Yao's eyes at this time was a stunning painting.
Delicate flowers bloomed in various colors.
Taking up his entire field of vision.
Suddenly, he seemed to smell the fragrance of flowers in the air.
"...Okay, so beautiful!"
Zhou Yao murmured.
There was a bit of intoxication in his eyes.
…
This painting gave Zhou Yao a great impact.
…
"Well enough."
The scholar didn't seem very satisfied.
"You painted it too messily before."
"That's how it changed."
…
Zhou Yao blinked his eyes.
It took me a long time to realize what the other person meant.
"……ah?!"
He shouted loudly.
"Yaoyao, what's wrong?"
The old lady asked with concern outside the door, "Why are you shouting so loudly?"
"fine!"
Zhou Yao yelled.
He had forgotten to be wary of the scholar who appeared in front of him out of nowhere.
His face was full of shock.
He stuttered when he spoke.
"This, this is the painting I just made-"
He swallowed, "Changed it?!"
…
"That's not called painting at all."
The scholar looked disgusted.
…
Zhou Yao didn't pay attention to the other party's complaints.
After all, the other person is telling the truth.
He was just doodling randomly before.
I didn't even think about drawing anything.
It's more like trying out a pen.
so……
To be able to change a painting that was not a painting into such a beautiful painting now...
"You are so awesome!"
Zhou Yao looked amazed.
"Are you a master of painting?"
...
The scholar's eyes flashed.
"...I'm not that powerful yet."
...
"No, you are really powerful."
Zhou Yao came closer to the drawing board.
"How did you do it?"
"There is no trace of my previous random graffiti..."
Every flower on it looks like what it is.
rather than being transformed.
"It's amazing, it's amazing..."
The more he watched, the more shocked Zhou Yao was.
The same words were said over and over again unconsciously.
"so amazing……"
"how did you do that-"
"I can teach you."
The scholar looked at Zhou Yao.
"……ah?"
Zhou Yao was stunned for a moment.
"……What did you say?"
"Don't you want to know how this painting was drawn?"
The scholar laughed and said, "I'll teach you."
…
"You, you teach me?!"
Zhou Yao's words were all in vain.
"Can I learn it?"
How could he possibly draw such a picture?
Zhou Yao doubted whether he could do it.
…
"I'll teach you."
There was a determined look on the scholar's face, "You can definitely do it."
Zhou Yao was moved.
He clenched his fists.
The heartbeat is very fast.
Could he really... also be able to draw such a painting?
His eyes were fixed on the painting.
His eyes were still full of surprise, but they were filled with the light of desire.
"……well!"
…
After that day, Zhou Yao had an additional art teacher.
He was very excited to introduce the scholar to his grandfather and grandma.
"...I will help you explain to your grandparents...just say that I brought you here..."
"Otherwise, my grandparents will definitely not agree with me learning painting from you..."
Although he was obviously talking about something troubling, Zhou Yao looked excited.
"Maybe we have to call the police..."
If the painting altered by the scholar hadn't amazed him, he might have called the police.
If a stranger suddenly appears in their home, everyone will call the police, right?
But since the other party could draw such a beautiful painting, he believed that the other party was not a bad person.
"Hey, then why did you appear in my warehouse?"
Zhou Yao turned around and looked.
He really doesn't think about this -
"……teacher?"
The place where the scholar used to stand was empty.
...
Zhou Yao turned around and looked around.
He was the only one left in the warehouse again.
"teacher?"
"teacher?!"
Zhou Yao became anxious.
Why is the teacher missing?
She obviously promised to teach him how to draw...
…
"When are you going to learn to draw? Come here."
…
"teacher!"
Zhou Yao suddenly turned his head.
Still saw nothing.
But his heart, which was beating rapidly because he couldn't find a teacher, calmed down.
The anxiety on his face also faded away.
The teacher's words don't count.
only……
"Teacher, don't you want to see my grandparents?"
"..."
no respond.
Zhou Yao waited for a while.
Finally gave up.
He opened the warehouse door.
The afterglow of the setting sun pours down.
Zhou Yao narrowed his eyes slightly.
…
"Yao Yao."
The old lady waved to the young man who came over and said, "I was just going to call you."
"Come for dinner."
Zhou Yao turned around and looked inside the warehouse again.
The crowded warehouse is a normal day.
In Zhou Yao's eyes, it was different.
The painting that the teacher corrected is still on the drawing board.
The setting sun shines through the small window above.
Cover the lower panel.
The flowers painted by the sunset look more and more like real flowers.
...
"Yaoyao, what are you looking at?"
The old man urged his grandson, "Eat first."
"If you have anything else to do, we can wait until after dinner."
Zhou Yao withdrew his gaze.
"coming."
…
From now on, Zhou Yao would go to the warehouse and learn painting from the teacher whenever he had free time.
The two old men looked at the child's hurried away figure and shook their heads in confusion.
"Why does this kid always go to the warehouse recently?"
The old man looked puzzled.
"Why are you the same as when you were a child?"
At that time, Zhou Yao discovered the warehouse for the first time. He was very curious. Just like now, he went to the warehouse whenever he had time.
It's euphemistically called going on an adventure.
He didn't understand. What's so risky about a small warehouse?
After he said this, he was kicked by the old lady.
How can it be true to say that he is more like a child?
...
"If you're curious, just ask."
The old lady smiled and narrowed her eyes.
"It's been hot these days, and we don't like to turn on the air conditioner. If Yaoyao feels hot, he can go to the warehouse to cool down."
"oh oh."
The old man accepted this explanation.
He muttered, "Children these days are spoiled. They need cold air conditioning in summer and hot air conditioning in winter. They can't stand any low or high temperatures."
"Who allowed them to catch up with the good times."
The old lady glared at the old man slightly and said, "You too."
"If the child really wants to do it, give it to him for a while."
"Otherwise, why don't you just keep the air conditioner in our house as a decoration?"
“It’s not good to stay in an air-conditioned room for too long…”
Seeing the old lady glaring at her again, the old man responded hurriedly, "I know, I know."
…
"teacher!"
Seeing the familiar figure beside the drawing board, Zhou Yao had a big smile on his face.
"look."
He hurriedly took out the paintings he had drawn during class from his schoolbag.
