Originally, when Bai Zhitong called out, Xiaoming was still very nervous, thinking that he was not good at drawing, or that he had done something wrong, but he didn't expect that what he heard was actually the teacher who said that Teacher Bai would introduce him to her.

Mr. Bai's teacher, Mr. Bai mentioned that he was an internationally renowned art master, a national treasure in the national art category, and a genius who played small.

Xiaoming didn't know what Teacher Bai's teacher was like, but he knew that Teacher Bai was very good at drawing, so her teacher must be even more powerful.

And now, Teacher Bai wants to introduce him to her teacher and let her teacher come to inspect him, what does this mean, Xiaoming at this age naturally knows.

It's just that he really has the ability and qualifications? Xiaoming's heart is very uncertain, and he is not very confident.

He cautiously asked, "I, can I really do it?" His hands were so nervous that he subconsciously grasped the hand of his wheelchair.

"You stupid boy, if you still ask if it's okay, of course you have to agree."

"Xiaobai, I agreed to come down for Xiaoming, a stupid child."

The person who spoke was none other than Grandma Cai, who happened to be here.

"Grandma Cai." Xie Qian hurriedly stepped forward to support the old man, although the old man's body was still tough, his eyes were blurry, and he couldn't see very clearly.

"It's a humble boy." Grandma Cai smiled lovingly and gently patted the back of Xie Qian's hand.

"Grandma, why are you here?" Xiaoming hurriedly pushed the wheelchair by himself and came to his grandmother's side.

"You went home and said that you were very happy to learn to paint here in the studio, grandma, I wanted to come and see it." Grandma Cai said, her eyes were very blurry and looked in the direction of Bai Zhitong, and said very seriously, "Xiaobai, we Xiaoming, we are really talented in painting, I still remember that when he was five years old, he would hold a branch on the ground and draw that little chicken, and he would draw a portrait, and he also liked to draw very much......

Grandma Cai doesn't have much culture, but the ups and downs she has experienced over the years have made her understand a lot.

Since she picked up Xiaoming more than ten years ago, she has regarded Xiaoming as a gift from God to her own grandson, and the grandparents and grandchildren depend on each other.

Even though she knew that Xiaoming was born with a disability and couldn't move her legs, she wanted to do her best to give Xiaoming the best.

Xiaoming has a talent for painting, which was shown when he was a child, he used to draw on the ground with a branch, and when he went to school, he drew on paper with a pen, although Grandma Cai's eyes were not very good at that time, but they were not so blurry now.

She put away all the paintings.

It's just that Grandma Cai never knew that this painting could also be used as a long-term development of the profession, she just thought it was Xiaoming's hobby, so she supported it, and it wasn't until Bai Zhitong's arrival that she understood that Xiaoming could have a better development in painting.

The most important thing is that you need to use your brain and hands, not your legs, to draw, which is the best for Xiaoming.

In fact, Grandma Cai has always been worried, she is at this age, and she can't live for many years, she is destined to walk in front of this child, so what should Xiaoming do who can only live in a wheelchair in the future.

Although Grandma Cai knows that the villagers of Qingshui Village are very good, and they will definitely take care of Xiaoming, outsiders are still different from family members.

Especially Xiaoming, a child, attaches great importance to feelings.

The old man was worried that after she died, Xiaoming was left alone, and he was also worried that Xiaoming couldn't walk on his legs, and what job he should find to support himself in the future.

Although she would definitely leave some money for the kid, it was still not as good as him to support himself.

And now, Bai Zhitong's words have given Grandma Cai hope.

Bai Zhitong's identity, she has heard of it.

Her teacher must have been great too.

What Xiaobai just meant, doesn't it mean that as long as Xiaoming passes her teacher's inspection, maybe she can become a student of that teacher and become Bai Zhitong's junior brother, and then Xiaoming will be able to develop in the painting he likes, at least as a teacher who teaches painting, she can also earn money, even if she leaves, there are teachers and "family" like Bai Zhitong.

She could see that Bai Zhitong was a good one, and her teacher was definitely not bad.

Therefore, as long as they are there, even if she is no longer there in the future, she can rest assured that Xiaoming is a child.

Old man, a heart, heart and mind are all for the children.

No, when she came here, when she heard Bai Zhitong say this, she immediately agreed for Xiaoming first.

"Okay, okay, then let Xiaoming prepare well, and after a while, my teacher will come to Qingshui Village." Bai Zhitong said with a smile.

"Eh, okay, okay, I'll let this kid get ready."

"Grandma." Xiaoming couldn't hold back, and directly hugged Grandma Cai, her eyes were red.

Grandma Cai didn't say anything, just a smile on her face and gently patted Xiaoming's back.

After that, Xiaoming went back to the studio to continue painting, Grandma Cai did not leave, and Xie Qian did not leave, talking with the old man, until Bai Zhitong's class was over, and the grandparents and grandchildren accompanied each other home.

At night, Xiaoming will soak his feet before going to bed, and he will sleep after soaking his feet.

It's just that it's a little strange today.

Xiaoming soaked his feet, and the water temperature was touched with water to a suitable temperature, because his legs could not perceive the temperature of the water, whether it was hot or cold.

But today, somehow, Xiaoming, who was soaking his feet, seemed to vaguely feel the temperature of the water coming from his feet.

From the warmth at the beginning, the water temperature gradually cooled down as the foot soaking time became longer.

"It's a delusion, isn't it?" Xiaoming muttered, didn't take it to heart, and then wiped his feet with a towel, poured water, and went to bed.

Probably because of the daytime, Xiaoming was more excited, and tossed and turned on the bed for a long time before falling asleep.

In the past, Xiaoming's sleep was very good, but today it is not very good.

If you look closely, you can see that his legs twitch lightly from time to time.

It's just that this convulsion is very light and light, and Xiaoming, who is asleep, doesn't notice it.

If you find out, you will definitely be surprised, because this has not happened since childhood.

Because of his legs, not only can he not feel any temperature, but he will never move on his own, even if it is only by a small amount.

And now......

The moonlight shone in through the window, quietly sprinkled on Xiaoming's trembling legs, and also sprinkled on the star pendant that Xiaoming fell out of his neck......

At this time, in Qingshui Village, there is a person who has not slept yet, and she is Aunt Juan.

On the bed in the room, Aunt Juan tossed and turned, couldn't sleep, and there was something hidden in her heart, and finally she got up and left the room and walked out.

The family is very small, and the house is very old, which was built in order to marry her when her husband was still there, and so many years have passed now.

One more chapter first, one more chapter, later.