Several painters were discussing hotly over there, and Mu Xingzhi had no intention of stopping it, and even slowly picked up the teacup and took a lazy sip.

"I say!" Su Qingluan quietly moved to the side of Mu Xingzhi's wheelchair in small steps, and tapped the position of the armrest of his wheelchair with his fingers, "It's also your subordinate, why don't you care?" ”

Mu Xingzhi's face was full of innocence: "They just respect the teacher, because they admire your ability from the bottom of their hearts, so they want to make up for a apprenticeship, what reason do I have to stop it?" ”

Su Qingluan glanced at him: This person definitely did it on purpose.

After getting along with Mu Xingzhi for a long time, Su Qingluan faintly noticed that under the appearance of this person's handsome son, there was a soul with a bad taste, and a head always popped up from time to time. Although most of the time this guy is harmless, sometimes it feels quite bad.

For example, now, Su Qingluan felt that Mu Xingzhi was definitely aware of her embarrassment, but this guy deliberately watched from the wall, just to watch the excitement.

There was still a discussion of the apprenticeship ceremony, Su Qingluan listened to the fact that in addition to the tea ceremony, he also had to kneel down or something, and hurriedly waved his hand and shook his head wildly: "I understand everyone's kindness, there is no need for the apprenticeship ceremony or something, right?!" ”

Letting a group of elders who could be her father salute him and kneel down, Su Qingluan felt that she was folding Yang Shou. She was just a little fart in her previous life, and she couldn't accept such a big gift.

But it was still that sentence, the other party and Su Qingluan were obviously not the same brain circuit, and when they heard Su Qingluan's words, they actually showed an indignant or disappointed and sad expression: "Su Niangzi refused to forgive because we were disrespectful before?" ”

"Or do you think that my painting skills are low, and I am not worthy of worshipping Su Niangzi as a teacher?"

Su Qingluan was full of lawsuits, and at this time, he heard a person ask: "When you studied with the gentleman who taught painting skills, didn't you also bow to your teacher?" Why can't we? ”

Her mind suddenly flashed like a schoolboy of death, and a flash of inspiration flashed - it is better to say that she has found the trick of flickering -

"Actually, my master is a free-spirited person, so he didn't let me do the apprenticeship."

When Mu Xingzhi heard Su Qingluan's words, he paused slightly to drink tea, and glanced at Su Qingluan without a trace, but none of the people present noticed it, including Su Qingluan himself.

She recalled the teacher who taught her to sketch in her previous life, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly: using "free and uninhibited" to describe that person is really her mercy.

To be more precise, that guy is a tongue-sticking complaining monster, although he has good painting skills, but because he is too whimsical, and he refuses to cater to the market according to Party A's father's requirements, so until she died of illness in her previous life, although she still has contact with this person, but she learned that he has been tepid in his career.

As for his daily indiscriminate complaints about all students, it left an indelible shadow on Su Qingluan's young heart back then-

"Hehe, I can catch a dog to crawl better than you."

"I didn't even know, so the sleeves of your clothes are used to apply shadow effects?"

"This kind of light source can paint such a fantastic light and shadow effect, in fact, this sketch is a fantasy style, right?"

…… Forget it, although this guy is one of the few friends who is willing to help her financially after she got sick, Su Qingluan still feels that recalling this teacher's words is not very friendly to blood pressure and heart.

In short, she moved out of the "convention" that the "ancestor" was not subject to tea ceremony, Su Qingluan said that she also wanted to "abide by the teacher's training", and did not pay attention to the external form, and it was good to have her mind.

"I can't see that the ancestor actually admires Lao Zhuang's theory." Someone sighed.

Su Qingluan's face was full of black lines after listening: No, it's just that in our era, except for some traditional industries, there was no "apprenticeship".

But she didn't dare to explain anything, so she could only push the boat down the river.

After wasting all the strength, Su Qingluan finally dismissed the plan of these people to worship her.

When a few people left, Su Qingluan seemed to have been drained of his soul, and he sat on the wooden circle chair on the side, very unimaged.

However, Su Qingluan doesn't care about her image anymore - anyway, she has died so many times in front of Mu Xingzhi, she is not afraid of bites if there are more lice, and she is not pressed if she has more debts - she just wants to be quiet.

Mu Xingzhi admired with interest for a moment Su Qingluan's eyes were empty and his eyes were dull, and he handed over a cup of hot tea.

Su Qingluan blew and took a sip: "En? Honey in it? Sure enough, sweetness is the most healing taste for exhaustion, and the sweet taste slowly flows down her throat, and Su Qingluan feels as if she is alive again.

"Seeing that you are very tired, I asked Songbo to prepare." Mu Xingzhi smiled slightly.

"Thank you Somber!" Su Qingluan thanked him briskly, took another sip of honey water, felt the sweet taste, and squinted his eyes happily.

Ah, the healing sensation of this sweet drink under extreme mental exhaustion really multiplies.

This feeling is really beautiful, the warm autumn sun outside gently shone in, sprinkled on the shoulders, and covered the slightly cool air with a layer of warmth, coupled with the slightly sweet honey water in both hands, for a while Su Qingluan wanted to spread out on the chair like this, and did nothing.

Just when she was so relaxed and relaxed, Mu Xingzhi seemed to be a casual question: "What kind of person is the teacher who teaches Qingluan's painting skills?" ”

Mu Xingzhi's tone was very ordinary, just like a day's chatter, so it didn't make Su Qingluan arouse a little alert, she breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "That person of his, his mouth is very bad, but he is a very good person......

Halfway through her words, she was halfway through her words, and suddenly realized: "Su Daya" should be "amnesia because of high fever", so people like her shouldn't remember the past, including what kind of person the teacher who taught the skills!

With his mind racing, Su Qingluan took care of himself and continued: "The character is rather bent than bent, and the unkempt is big every day - what, are these adjectives very in line with the image of 'unruly idle people in the world'?" I don't remember what it was like to be the person who gave me the painting skills, but if it was someone who didn't want to bow down, I imagine that this was the kind of person. ”

Su Qingluan's heart was apprehensive and thumped.

She wasn't sure if Mu Xingzhi's question was intentionally tentative or unintentional, after all, the other party's attitude was too casual and natural, but the timing was so clever that it was a moment when she relaxed after being extremely nervous and had little defense.

It's like deliberately waiting for a time when the psychological defense line is weak, and suddenly asking a heart-wrenching question.