"That's it, that's it, Lao Yang, don't delay the little girl."

"The little girl's talent is so good, she gave it to Teacher Song, and in the future, she will be better than the blue."

Professor Yang is not happy, who is rare. With Yourong and secretly gritted his teeth, how could he be impulsive, he is not the only one who paints here.

Professor Yang's eyes unconsciously stared at a few people who were more respected than him, and he felt a little uncertain.

Song Moshan looked at his second son: "How is it?" ”

Song Yue leaned back on the high chair: "Very thoughtful, he is talented." ”

"Lao Yang can't teach her."

Song Yue felt that this praise was too much, although Mr. Yang was not a top craftsman, he was at a very high level in the older generation, and it was more than enough to teach a fledgling little girl.

Song Moshan looked at the little girl in the crowd: "Her style has been formed, her own faction, Yang Xiaozi is not suitable for her, and the little girl knows that she has not responded to him." "But after today's incident, it may not be over, the little girl will also learn to draw with the other party in order to thank the other party.

Song Moshan suddenly had an impulse to take his own paintings, show her edge, and let her take the initiative to find him to apprentice! It's not that he brags, he thinks that this little girl's painting style is right to appetite, so the other party can also see from his paintings what he can guide her: "There are not many girls who have such a keen sense of technique." ”

"Whether my sister hears this, or Wanwan, she will jump with you." After Song Yue finished speaking, he suddenly looked at his father: "Dad, you don't want to ......"

"No ......"

"You'd better not, Wanwan cried all night yesterday."

Song Moshan thought that his granddaughter also rested, forget it, there is no need to make his granddaughter unhappy: "If you had learned from me......

"Dad, I saw a friend, let's go over first."

Where Song Yue stood, he could see the picture of a small figure offering tea to Zheng Qiu, and Zheng Qiu's meeting gift to her was a pair of emerald green bracelets.

The good brother stood beside Song Yue gracefully, like a little brother: "See, this little girl is a little interesting, talented, and good-looking, do you think those eyes are very interesting." ”

Song Yue ignored him: "......"

"How about we sign her?"

Song Yue asked him to sober his mind, don't be whimsical, Zheng Qiu won't agree. I'm afraid that kid from the Lu family won't either.

"Huh? Do you think she's a little familiar? ”

Song Yue heard the words and looked at the past, from her senior brother to the thirteenth senior brother, the most important meeting gift is a complete set of handmade Yuehua dance skirts, even if it is a valuable thing, a group of double-sided embroidery on the dance skirt takes two years for an embroiderer to embroider, in order to unify the embroidery as a whole, can not be carried out by several embroiderers at the same time, time-consuming and labor-intensive things, now in the traditional skills world, there are not many people who can complete an item from cutting to embroidery.

It can be seen that Ms. Zheng's apprentices are very satisfied with the little apprentices that Ms. Zheng has received, and the meeting gifts have all been upgraded to a higher level, and Wanwan is not unjustly lost.

It's just that in terms of emotional tendencies, he thinks his niece is also very good: "Do you think too? Like whom? And this familiarity passed away without waiting for him to think about it.

"I can't say it, I just feel familiar." The person who spoke looked at the little girl and then at the good brother, then at the little girl, and shook his head again: "Maybe the temperament of the artists is similar." ”

"Perhaps."

"Your niece is not making trouble?"

Song Yue didn't like to hear it: "Who made trouble?" ”

"Okay, okay, I'm in trouble." After a while, he spoke: "I remember that she couldn't even draw a duck - "Rub!" People ran away! Lest someone be angry!

……

Gu Ci got into the car, looked at the pile of heavy gifts in the trunk, sighed, she became rich overnight.

Lu Zhiyuan thought that she was worried about where to put it, so he leaned over to help her fasten her seat belt: "I asked Shen Guangyao to vacate a warehouse for you, put it to me first." ”

Gu Ci took advantage of the situation to hug him who was about to go back, a little tired, and his tone became squeamish: "The leg standing hurts......"

Lu Zhiyuan was hugged in her soft place, and immediately embarrassedly supported both sides with his hands, not all pressed up.

The driver raised the partition without squinting.

Gu Ci leaned on his shoulder tiredly: "I didn't know that the apprenticeship banquet required so many steps, it was more tiring than my part-time job, mainly because my brain was tired, and I didn't want to apprentice in the future......"

Lu Zhiyuan noticed that her tone was a little weak, and the charm in his heart dissipated a little, and he got up slightly to help her rub her legs: "You don't have to follow her all the time." ”

"I think, I don't know why I want to get closer to her, do you feel it, I think my master likes me very much!"

Lu Zhiyuan's hand was on her soft skin: "Hmm......"

That's not my own delusion: "Senior brother, senior sister is also very good, senior brother's red envelope, there is also a bank card, there is an unreal feeling." ”

Lu Zhiyuan's palms slowly became hot, and her last dress was no longer than her knees.

Gu Ci let go of Lu Zhiyuan, leaned back on the back of the chair thoughtfully, turned his head to look at the dark sky, and played with the buttons on his cuffs with one hand: "Thank you......" She likes Master more than she imagined, and likes "Tiangong Cold" that her sister improvised for her, so beautiful.

Lu Zhiyuan withdrew his hand, it wasn't that he didn't want to press her-

The old words kissed him, delicate and gentle.

When Lu Zhiyuan regained consciousness in his mind, her hand untied his cuffs and poked in, Lu Zhiyuan was like an electric shock, pain, longing, and despair mixed in his mind, almost drowning his reason.

"The car is parked......" the old rhetoric let him go.

Lu Zhiyuan covered his chaotic brain, his hand seemed to be tied to the button on his wrist as if there was no abnormality, and then calmly pushed the car door.

Gu Ci paid attention to him, and deliberately did not lift the hem of his clothes, which looked as if it was ...... It's okay, but, isn't it too much of a little fine.

"Sir, the storeroom is ready."

Gu Ci got off the car, just wanted to say something, looked at this antique mansion stunned for a moment, the pavilions in the garden, the rockery and flowing water, a few people on both sides of the lake hugged the thick willow trees and a plum forest with strong branches behind each other, now it is close to early winter, plum blossoms first see buds, in a winter scene, it is abruptly silent, easy to let all the words in the book describe its beauty jump out in an instant.