Chapter 2281 Those who care
It was the first time the scholar heard a human being praise his paintings so much.
Although its painting is naturally good.
But seeing that human being's excited look, it was undeniable that he was happy in his heart.
Some words just came out of my mouth.
"I said I taught him to draw."
...
"Um."
Listening to the teacher talk about what happened back then, Zhou Yao looked complicated and his emotions slowly calmed down a bit.
His first encounter with the teacher was still fresh in his memory.
"I was surprised and very happy that you said you would teach me how to draw."
"I want to paint a painting just like yours."
Zhou Yao's eyes fell on the mobile phone.
"I'm worried that I won't be able to learn well."
"But you said you were here."
Zhou Yao looked at the teacher and said, "You said I can definitely draw it."
"You taught me painting for three years."
"I was admitted to the art class."
"I'm very happy."
"I want to tell you the good news as soon as possible."
"But when I got home, you were gone."
Zhou Yao paused.
"I searched all over the warehouse, my home, and the neighborhood."
"I can't find you anywhere."
"It's like you disappeared into thin air."
...
"Teacher, why...why did you leave suddenly?"
After so many years, Zhou Yao was finally able to ask this question to the other party face to face.
He had been thinking about the question for a long time,
But I still can't think of a possible answer.
…
The scholar raised his eyes.
The blue sky comes into view.
Why did it leave?
Well……
…
"Is something wrong?"
Zhou Yao clenched his hands, "That's why the teacher was in such a hurry to leave that he didn't even have time to leave me a word..."
The teacher's silence made Zhou Yao couldn't help but tell the excuse he made for the teacher.
No.
Not an excuse.
Maybe that's really the case?
The teacher didn't abandon him intentionally.
The teacher has a compelling reason...
Zhou Yao's fingers dug into the back of his hand.
Nails turn white.
Tell him that this is the truth.
He was not abandoned.
He's not a...joke.
…
"Chang En, did you go to the art exhibition?"
An idea flashed in Xiao Xiao's mind.
The first time he met Chang En was at an art exhibition.
The monster has a look of concentration and obsession.
High degree of concentration.
This monster is a painting addict.
He was sure of this the first time he saw the monster.
…
"ah!"
The scholar's eyes lit up, "Yes!"
"Art Exhibition!"
"Master Xiao Xiao is so awesome!"
"I just went to see the art exhibition."
“A very good art exhibition.”
As if remembering the art exhibition he saw at that time, the scholar's face showed a smile.
…
"……ha?"
Zhou Yao opened his mouth.
"Watching an art exhibition?"
…
"Well, that's right."
The scholar smiled.
But Zhou Yao couldn't laugh at all.
"Then why don't you come back after watching the exhibition?"
"How many years have you seen an art exhibition?!"
Isn't this answer... really just perfunctory to him?
If not...
Zhou Yao squeezed his fingers.
what is this?
…
"Um."
The scholar didn't seem to hear the irony in Zhou Yao's words. He said seriously, "That is a series of painting exhibitions."
"It's also a traveling exhibition."
…
"...You just left with the art exhibition?"
Zhou Yao was incredible.
…
"Um."
Scholars deserve what comes naturally.
Zhou Yao:......
He opened his mouth.
But I don't know what to say.
He has said a lot.
But......
Even though the teacher was right in front of him, he still felt like he was performing a one-man show.
The teacher had no idea what impact its behavior had on him.
Don't understand at all...
...
"Teacher, didn't you think of me?"
Zhou Yao didn't care whether he was embarrassed or not.
He is no longer the child he was back then.
But I still asked the question.
This question has been on his mind for a long time.
...
"You want to see the art exhibition, but why don't you tell me?"
Zhou Yao was really confused about this.
"Especially since you've been here for so long..."
Who spends so long watching an art exhibition?
"Even if it is a series of art exhibitions and a traveling art exhibition, do you really not even have time to come back and talk to me?"
Zhou Yao didn't believe it.
He couldn't make himself believe it either.
"What do I mean to you?"
"I call you teacher, and I really treat you as my teacher."
"I like your paintings."
"I am impressed by your paintings."
"Until now..."
Zhou Yao pursed his lips and said, "No painting has shocked me more than yours."
"I always feel that I am so lucky that you are willing to be my teacher."
Those three years, now that I think about it, really seemed like a dream.
But everything discovered later is true.
After losing his teacher, he was knocked back to his original form.
wake up.
He knows that he is useless.
but……
"What about you?"
"Do you consider me your student?"
"Have you ever thought about how much your leaving without saying goodbye would affect me?"
"Do you have one?"
…
"Obviously you said you would be my teacher..."
Zhou Yao muttered softly.
The grievance in this sentence made him feel that it was really too embarrassing for an adult.
However, he really felt aggrieved.
After doubts, complaints, anger..., rich grievance almost overflowed to his nose like lemonade.
It's sour and astringent.
He reached out and pressed the corners of his eyes.
The fingertips shrank as if they were burned.
Then, he pressed harder.
He closed his eyes slightly.
…
"I forgot."
The scholars all remembered it.
At that time, he was attracted by an art exhibition he saw by chance.
But it was already a little late when it discovered the exhibition.
That day happened to be the last day of the exhibition in this city.
It hasn't seen enough yet.
Without thinking much, it went directly to the next city following the art exhibition.
Obsessed with the art exhibition, he forgot about the students he had taught for three years.
I am a student who accepts things on a whim.
and……
"You can paint this picture."
…
Zhou Yao's hand movements paused.
He looked stunned.
What, what do you mean?
Does it mean that if he can draw this picture, the teacher will leave?
ah.
He opened his mouth.
At first, he was indeed moved by the teacher's painting.
What the teacher said at that time, "I'll teach you"... was he really just teaching him until he could draw this painting?
Did he misunderstand?
He thought that the teacher's so-called "I will teach you" was until he left school and became a truly independent painter.
Actually until this painting?
…
Did he misunderstand?
Could he have made a mistake?
No, no...
Zhou Yao shook his head anxiously.
That's not the problem now.
But...
"No matter what, it's fine..."
It doesn't matter if he understands it wrong.
What they are saying now...
"Teacher, this is not the reason for you to leave without saying goodbye."
"What I care about is your leaving without saying goodbye!"
Zhou Yao shouted.
"Even if you had the idea of leaving at that time, you still had to tell me."
This chapter has been completed!