"Brother Sang Xue, let me take another look, just one look."

"Brother Sang Xue, who is this painting from? I also want to ask for a ......"

"Yes, yes, give the old man a second look, alas~ I'm old, my eyesight is not good, I only glanced at it vaguely just now, how can I see it clearly!"

“……”

Qin Sangxue, who had just come to the Academy of Arts to show off, had just come to the Academy of Arts to show off, and looked at a group of old men with a reserved smile at this time.

In fact, my heart has blossomed.

Look at it, look at it! Feng Shui takes turns, and when I usually see him, he is a piano boy, a mulberry snow boy, and he looks like an elder to a junior.

Not to mention how greasy it is.

Although they are all in their teens and twenties older than him. But, everyone is the same gentleman, how can you be a boy, a boy's name!

Lai Musheng, who followed from the Academy of Arts to the Academy of Letters, had a faint guess in his heart at this time, and his face trembled with excitement.

The words in his mouth blurted out, "Is it Huaxia?" As soon as the words fell, Mu Sheng wanted to pump himself.

He should have asked privately.

The teaching office stopped abruptly in an instant, and everyone looked at Mu Sheng and then at Qin Sangxue.

They are all smart people, so they naturally know what Mu Sheng's words mean.

"Huaxia?"

Everyone searched in their minds for a moment, but they didn't find out who Mu Sheng was talking about.

I don't think I've heard of it!

Qin Sangxue also had a lot of thoughts in her mind, and she didn't know whether to admit it or not, whether it would bring trouble to Huaxia. Glancing at the old men with fiery faces, expectation.

He pulled his legs and ran out of the door, "Haha, I will go first, and as for whose hand the painting came from, I can't say without his permission." ”

After saying that, the people had already run out, leaving only a group of people who did not react.

"Hey, this kid, how can you be so disrespectful to the elderly!" One of the gentlemen had his beard cocked.

Some dissatisfaction.

Only then did the gentlemen look at Mu Sheng.

One of them spoke, "Vice President Mu, who is Huaxia you just said?" ”

"What Huaxia? I haven't said the word Huaxia! Mu Sheng pretended to be stupid, "Gentlemen, you must have heard it wrong." ”

He arched his hand towards everyone, "There is still something to do in the Art Academy, so I left first." ”

With that, the man was already walking towards the door.

"What do you mean? This means that we are old and deaf, right? A gentleman of the age of sixtieth birthday glared at him and snorted softly, "I don't even have an excuse." ”

One of them, a gentleman in his forties, said with a smile: "It's really three hundred taels of silver here, and this Huaxia may be the one who paints." ”

"Have we been in the academy for a long time, and we don't even know when such a master appeared, and it's the first time I've seen such a painting in my life."

Mu Sheng, who went out, walked directly to the art academy.

Judging from Qin Sangxue's reaction, Mu Sheng knew that his guess was right, and the painting must have been made by Huaxia.

He thought that the little daisy was already a teenager's masterpiece, but compared with the fairy picture, it was a random and meticulous work.

One rough, one delicate.

Mu Sheng is a painting idiot, how could he not go to Huaxia when he came out of the Academy of Letters!

He felt that the young man was too favoritism, sad and angry, how could he hide it from him!

……

Su Ran was really a little afraid of Mu Sheng's resentful eyes, and when he looked at him, he wondered if he had done something heinous to him.

Three days, three whole days, from the first day to ask myself if I sent a painting to Qin Sangxue, I was heartbroken, a traitor...... and all kinds of indescribable eyes looked at themselves.

The most important thing is that you can have a chance encounter in the cafeteria before and after class.

No, Su Ran just sat down with a few classmates, and as soon as he took a bite of the meal, he saw Mu Sheng coming over with the food.

"Yang Siyan, come, give up a seat for Mr."

As soon as Yang Siyan gave way, Mu Sheng just sat opposite Su Ran, and Zong Ning, Yang Siqin, and Yun Jun at this table got up one after another and sat down at the next table.

This kind of thing will happen once a day at noon for the past three days.

The meal, which was already light and not very delicious, Su Ran suddenly felt lighter, and even the rare braised pork ribs that only appeared once every two days felt tasteless.

"Little Huaxia, are you full of food? Is there enough to eat? Come, sir, this rib for you to eat. ”

The people at the next table looked like they were eating seriously, but they were actually watching secretly from the corner of their eyes, and they were eavesdropping with their ears pricked up.

Su Ranmo, pursed his lips, did not speak, and suddenly changed his painting style, and he always felt that this product was holding back his big move.

Sure enough, as soon as I thought this in my heart, I listened to the person opposite.

"Xiao Huaxia, I also know that I am really not qualified to teach you now, and it is understandable that you don't like me, after all, with your painting skills, it is more than enough to be a painting artist in the academy......"

"Stop," what the hell, you don't like my words, it's a toothache.

Su Ran held the chopsticks and thrust them into the bowl a little hard, gritted his teeth and whispered, "Sir, can you be happy, what do you want to say?" You are more than enough to be my father at this age, and you can be my father at a few years old. Can you not be such a mother-in-law? ”

took a breath and said seriously: "Sir, the student is learning Danqing from you, and you have this qualification." ”

She is not arrogant enough to think that her danqing is better than him. Judging by her, Mu Sheng's Danqing is not much worse than his grandfather's Danqing.

It's just that the style is different.

Mu Sheng's danqing is a little monotonous, which is the problem that the color of the pigment here is not neat enough.

Su Ran looked at the person who pursed his lips and didn't seem to know how to speak.

She sighed, "Sir, as long as you don't feel embarrassed, the student can promise you." ”

It's just a painting, is it so hard to speak? She had already said it so obviously, if she didn't say it again, then she would be really speechless.

Mu Sheng was a little entangled, at first he just wanted to see the other works of the young man, then he wanted a painting, and now he feels that he really wants to learn this kind of painting art.

glanced around, then leaned closer, and said in a low voice: "Do you think I will learn from you now, will there be a chance to draw such a real character?" ”

Su Ran's face wrinkled, she felt that she should have heard it wrong, learn from her?

Fog grass, is this to make her be watched? I don't know if she's actually a very low-key person?

Seeing that the young man's face was wrinkled, Mu Sheng was a little embarrassed, and said, "Do you have a rule that your master does not teach to the outside world?" ”

He had already decided in his heart that the school he learned as a teenager might be a lineage.

Otherwise, how can it be said?

"Sir wants to learn from me?" She still couldn't believe it, Mu Sheng was a master anyway, although she didn't know how famous others said she was.

But, learning from her, won't he feel like losing face?

After all, the years are here.