After being stunned for a moment, he subconsciously held his breath.
…
"Xiao Lin, is that student's painting bad?"
"This is the first time I've seen you recommend students transfer to regular classes."
"... His painting is not good, but it is not bad either."
"and you?"
"...He only started learning painting in junior high school..."
"You only studied for three years and passed the exam at our school?"
"Then he is quite talented."
"Um."
"Although the painting he took for the entrance examination had many problems, it made my eyes shine."
"Because I can see his aura from that painting."
"Saw his potential."
"I thought I found a good idea..."
"But……"
A sigh sounded.
"I was wrong."
"The painting he took for the entrance exam is the best painting of his that I have ever seen."
"I thought that painting was his starting point."
"I didn't expect... to be at his peak."
…
"He was in pain himself."
"I talked to him many times, but with little success."
"I don't think he can continue like this."
"Painting is not the only way out."
"Since painting makes him so painful, then he shouldn't paint anymore."
"Actually, it's also because his grades in cultural classes are good. I think it would be better for him to be transferred to a regular class..."
"That's what I suggested."
"Of course, in the end it still depends on his own thoughts."
…
"You also have good intentions."
"But it's a pity for him."
"After all, I don't have enough talent..."
…
Zhou Yao didn't listen any more.
He held on to the wall and staggered away.
Not talented enough...
ha.
Not talented enough...
The teacher's comment completely shattered his confidence.
Even though he has suffered a lot of setbacks since entering high school, he has always been confident in his heart.
He just started later than others.
But he was in the same classroom with them.
He is on the same page as them.
So, as long as he works hard and gives him more time, he will catch up with others.
As a result, he was self-righteous.
…
"Zhou Yao..."
Zhao Luzheng spoke with some worry.
"I'm fine."
Zhou Yao shook his head.
He patted his face and said, "How long has it been..."
He smiled.
Zhao Luzheng looked at the bitterness between Zhou Yao's eyebrows and said nothing.
…
"I was a little confused that week..."
Zhou Yao pinched the bridge of his nose.
Several times, he thought about immediately asking the teacher to agree to a class change.
But every time I missed the opportunity because of hesitation.
He still couldn't make up his mind.
He... was at a loss.
…
That week was extremely long.
After class on Friday, he went back to his grandfather's house.
…
The two old men were a little surprised when they saw their grandson coming back.
"Why are you back so late at night?"
"Have you eaten?"
The old lady asked with concern, and then she frowned, "What's wrong?"
She sensed that something was wrong with her grandson's mood.
"Yao Yao?"
…
"grandmother."
Zhou Yao forced a smile and said, "I'm hungry."
"I haven't had dinner yet."
The old lady suddenly became anxious, "What time is it? You kid haven't had dinner yet?"
"Just wait a moment, grandma will help you do it right away."
"There's still leftover rice tonight, let's make some fried rice."
The old man suggested.
"So fast."
"I'll take another bath."
The two old men walked to the kitchen while discussing their grandson's dinner.
There was a bit of softness between Zhou Yao's brows and eyes.
…
But soon, he calmed down.
Taking a deep breath, he pursed his lips and walked towards the warehouse.
…
Pushing open the door of the warehouse, he saw the drawing board not far away without searching.
And the painting on the drawing board.
…
Moonlight shines in through the small window above.
The sea of flowers in the painting is bathed in the clear moonlight, and it becomes more and more dreamy.
…
He was stunned for a while.
Then slowly walked to the front of the drawing board.
He stretched out his hand.
Touch the drawing paper lightly with your fingertips.
This is the only painting left by his teacher.
Adapted from his random doodles.
This was also the beginning of his interest in painting.
…
Even after seeing it for so many years, the painting in front of him still amazed him.
This is just a casual doodle by the teacher.
He suddenly thought so.
It's completely different from his random graffiti.
In his opinion, the paintings of the art teacher in school are not as good as his mysterious teacher.
He has kept this painting here.
Every time I come to the warehouse, I look at it for a long time.
Every time he watched it, he would feel... He really fell short of his teacher too much...
Thinking of the lofty ambitions I once had...
Catch up with the teacher... surpass the teacher...
He took a deep breath.
He felt so depressed that he felt like he was suffocating due to lack of oxygen.
…
"teacher……"
Zhou Yao murmured.
His fingers gently rubbed the drawing paper.
"Are you really not coming back?"
"teacher……"
"...I need you very much..."
He no longer knew what to do.
…
"Yao Yao?"
The old lady pushed open the half-open door of the warehouse, with an unsurprised look on her face, "You are indeed here."
Her eyes fell on the painting beside her grandson, and she exclaimed, "What a beautiful painting."
After knowing that this painting was painted by the teacher mentioned by her grandson, she lost some doubts about the mysterious teacher.
No matter what, the other party is indeed capable.
…
"yes."
Zhou Yao responded softly.
The old lady frowned, but soon she laughed.
She stepped forward and took her grandson's hand, urging, "Okay, let's look at it later."
"Let's go eat first."
"It's not good to be hungry..."
…
Zhou Yao followed his grandma's strength and walked towards the door.
When he walked out of the threshold, he turned his head.
The sea of flowers in the painting shimmers slightly under the moonlight.
Really... very beautiful.
…
This painting gave Zhou Yao the motivation to persevere.
However, this persistence soon gave way to reality.
Two months after his teacher suggested that he transfer to another class, he submitted his application for transfer.
At that time, it was already the end of the first semester of senior high school.
There are less than six months until the college entrance examination.
…
In the following time, he was fully preparing for the college entrance examination.
Although his grades in the art class were good, after all, it was an art class with second-best grades in cultural classes. When he entered the ordinary class, he was under a lot of pressure.
But this was a choice he made after careful consideration.
No matter how difficult it is, he will grit his teeth and persevere.
…
"I am very grateful to my family for their understanding and support."
Zhou Yao lowered his eyes and looked at the coffee in front of him.
His decision was arbitrary.
he knows.
He has always been so willful.
Before the high school entrance examination, he suddenly told his family that he was going to take the art class.
She's already in her senior year of high school, but she said she wants to transfer to a regular class...