Xu Yue saw Yang Ziming's embarrassed face, and didn't ask any more.

The two just walked to the fork in the road, said goodbye to each other, and walked to their respective homes.

Yang Ziming, as usual, knocked on the door of the house, but it was her mother who opened the door.

Xia Hongxiang always wears a high ponytail, her face looks very mean, and when she sees Yang Ziming, she crosses her arms.

"Why did you only come back now, and you cooked a meal, just to wait for you, and you came home so late." Xia Hongxiang scolded.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't know you were coming back tonight." Yang Ziming lowered her head unconsciously.

Yang Ziming went back to the study and put down her schoolbag, her mother noticed the scroll next to her schoolbag, ignored her standing on the side, and directly took the scroll and opened it.

"I'm not here, are you buying things from me again?" Xia Hongxiang stood in the shadow next to the schoolbag and looked back at Yang Ziming.

"I didn't," Yang Ziming's voice was small and thin: "It was my classmates who asked me to draw it, and it was for our classmates..... Make a cheering banner for a basketball game. ”

"How many times have I told you, don't just agree to this kind of thing, have you forgotten what happened when you were nine years old?" Xia Hongxiang's tone became harsh.

Yang Ziming stood at the dining table, and the night of her ninth birthday poured into her heart.

But for some reason, Yang Ziming didn't see the palatial villa, she saw a somewhat inferior stage, she only remembered that she was standing in the center of the stage.

"Next, I would like to invite two children from the studio to come and paint for you to enjoy." The moderator said.

Yang Ziming has loved painting since she was a child, she is delicate and keen on imagination, using various paints to smear on the canvas, painting the spring on the grass, the revival of all things, although the colors look a little rough.

"It's time! Let's take a look at their paintings. ”

Standing next to her was the eldest daughter of an artistic family, only nine years old, with dyed white hair, elaborate makeup, an exaggerated blue-pink dress, and a pair of high heels.

"This is my painting, two circles, intersecting each other, there is a point in the center of the circle, this is yin and yang, it is the mother, it is life, it is balance and blending, all embody, the balance and vitality of art."

"It's worthy of being the daughter of the great artist Moriji, and she is talented, she is simply a genius."

The audience burst into applause, and people looked at the black-and-white paintings and were full of praise.

"Yin and yang, only two circles were used, it's too genius."

"Are you sure you don't just draw two circles?"

"Shut up, you outsider, if you don't understand, don't comment randomly."

Yang Ziming always used her body to block her paintings.

"Yang Ziming, it's your turn." The host smiled at Yang Ziming, looking hard to squeeze out.

Yang Ziming was stunned for a moment and stood next to his painting.

"What I painted is a field in spring, with flowers, butterflies, blue sky and white clouds....." Yang Ziming saw that everyone in the audience had a straight face, and hurriedly said more: "Oh, this red thing on the leaf is a seven-star ladybug." ”

"Let's applaud!"

The host livened up the atmosphere, and the audience burst into applause.

Yang Ziming stepped off the stage, and her opponent, embraced by her artist parents, stroked her head with their hands, surrounded by flowers and applause.

And Xia Hongxiang saw Yang Ziming who was hanging her head, instead of comforting her, she first accused her: "You also said that you like to paint, do you know that you threw my face closer, and asked you to learn to paint, I hope you will have one more talent, and you will go to school in the future, and it will be useful for job hunting, not to make you embarrassed here." ”

"Mom...... I was wrong. Yang Ziming lowered her head.

"In the future, if you are not sure of anything that will not be ashamed, don't participate casually."

Yang Ziming returned to reality from memory, she always felt that her memory was mixed with something, and her mother's appearance, with the washing of time, left home again and again, and became blurred.

But now, Xia Hongxiang is in front of her.

"Well, Mom, I promise you, I won't draw." Yang Ziming said.

"That's right, don't cause trouble casually," Xia Hongxiang was relieved at this time, and her tone was gentle: "Tomorrow you take it back to school, you said, you had something at home last night, you can't draw, naturally other classmates will draw." ”