According to the address given by the art teacher, Song Jiawen followed a quiet alley and came to the door of a courtyard house.

She looked at the dark door in front of her with some astonishment, hesitated for a while, and then raised her hand and tried to knock on the door.

With a "crunch", the door was opened from the inside, and a round-faced young man in his twenties stood inside the door and first looked Fan Song Jiawen up and down, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then asked, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"Excuse me, is Mr. Song here?"

"Are you looking for Teacher Song? Do you have a letter of introduction?

Need a letter of introduction?

Song Jiawen was silent for a moment, and then she spoke, "Teacher Liu Meng introduced me here, and she sold my paintings to Teacher Song before." ”

"Sell your paintings? Teacher Liu Meng? ”

The round-faced man was stunned for a moment, and then as if he remembered something, he said with a surprised face, "You are Song Jiawen?" ”

Now it's Song Jiawen's turn to be surprised, is she so famous? How can you know who she is when she sells paintings?

What's going on?

I was puzzled, but I still nodded on my face, "It's me, I'm called Song Jiawen." "There's no possibility of duplicate names, right?

"Oops, it's been so long, I can see you, come in."

Confirming that it was Song Jiawen himself, the round-faced man's face was immediately filled with a warm smile, he opened the door and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation.

But this sudden excessive enthusiasm made Song Jiawen feel even more weird.

She stood outside the gate, hesitantly looking at the round-faced man, thinking about whether to enter or not to enter?

Just as she hesitated, a middle-aged man about fifty years old came out of the house, standing in the mottled courtyard with his hands behind his back and looking at Song Jiawen.

Probably heard the conversation between the round-faced man and her just now, and his serious face showed a soft smile, "Little girl, don't be afraid, come in, you should believe Liu Meng, she won't harm you." ”

Song Jiawen and art teacher Liu Meng are also teachers and friends, the two learn from each other, and also communicate with each other, and the relationship is very good.

But what she didn't know was that if it weren't for her, Liu Meng's painting skills would not have improved so fast in the past two years.

She not only helped Song Jiawen sell her paintings, but she also sold her own paintings.

Song Jiawen raised her feet and walked into the courtyard, looked at the middle-aged man and asked tentatively, "You are Teacher Song?" ”

"It's me, Song Qingping, and I'm also Liu Meng's teacher. It's a pity that she lacks talent, and I almost didn't me off when I taught her, and I wanted to expel her from the school many times, asking her to stop taking paintbrushes and do something else. But she is stubborn, she has to learn to paint, and she volunteered to be an art teacher in a township middle school, I am afraid that she will mislead people's children......"

Speaking of Liu Meng, Song Qingping gushed endlessly, although he was buried when he opened and closed his mouth, Song Jiawen still heard his love for Liu Meng from his tone.

I really didn't expect that Mr. Liu's teacher would be such a person.

According to the name of the ancients, Song Jiawen would have to call Song Qingping a master, but .......

"Even her two brushes will definitely not teach you, but you have taught her a lot, don't call me master, just like her, call me teacher."

Song Jiawen didn't react when she heard this, but the round-faced man next to her had bright eyes and was full of envy.

Teacher Song wanted to accept Song Jiawen as a closed disciple as early as the first time she saw her paintings, but Liu Meng always said that her advantage was not in painting, so she asked Teacher Song not to fight Song Jiawen's idea, just sell her paintings honestly.

Earlier, Liu Meng refused to let Song Jiawen see Teacher Song, but now people are not coming to the door?

"Mr. Liu taught me a lot, I only learned Chinese painting from my grandfather before, and sketching is Mr. Liu's ......."

"You really know how to paint!"

Without waiting for Song Jiawen to finish explaining, Song Qingping immediately walked quickly with her excited, "Come on, come to the house to draw a picture, I happen to have all the pen and ink here." ”

Before he had time to take a closer look at this courtyard, Song Jiawen was placed behind a long table by Song Qingping, her backpack was taken down, and a brush was stuffed in her hand.

Want to draw now?

However, are Chinese paintings more expensive than other paintings?

Song Jiawen blinked, didn't think much about it, and began to draw.

In any case, you have to show your own strength first, and if a painting can be sold for a good price, it must have its own value.

She is not a person without eyesight, and she will not think that she is amazing just because she heard Teacher Song and the round-faced man say a few good words about her as soon as she entered the door.

She is self-aware, and any random one on the wall of this studio is better than her painting. The reason why two hundred pairs were sold before was probably because Mr. Liu was a student of Mr. Song.

Teacher Song loves the house and Wu.

Although she has not painted Chinese painting for a long time, Song Jiawen's posture of holding a brush is not unfamiliar at all, and a peony jumps on the paper between the splashes of ink.

Today, I can only draw peonies, because my grandmother planted a few of these things in the yard, and she has seen them so many times that even the lines on each petal are involuntarily imprinted in her mind.

"Nice, nice......"

Teacher Song picked up the peony picture from the table and admired it.

The round-faced man's eyes lit up when he looked at this painting, no, it should be said that since he knew Song Jiawen's identity, his eyes had never darkened.

"Little junior sister, your casual painting is wonderful, and sure enough, this talent can't be envied."

Remembering that I have studied Chinese painting for many years, but I can only reach half of the level of my little sister, alas, sad!

"Who taught you Chinese painting?"

Song Qingping put down the peony picture in his hand and looked at Song Jiawen's eyes with extra love.

This disciple, he has accepted.

Thinking of the old man who always had great patience and tolerance for her, Song Jiawen's eyes were slightly gloomy, and she said in a low voice, "My grandfather, calligraphy and Chinese painting were all enlightened by him." ”

Unfortunately, my grandfather died of illness five years ago, and she has rarely touched the brush since then.

Song Qingping looked at Song Jiawen's expression and guessed that the grandfather she was talking about was probably gone, and the little girl was sad.

He coughed lightly and said a little unnaturally, "That, Song Jiawen, I heard about your situation from Liu Meng, you are now in the No. 1 Middle School, and it will be convenient for you to come here in the future." So...... In order for you to sell paintings in the future, do you want to worship me as a teacher? ”

The round-faced man next to him almost fell down, he looked at Teacher Song in disbelief, and said in his heart, "Are you serious about saying this?"

If you want to accept someone as an apprentice, you can say it directly, and it is also for the convenience of selling paintings in the future....... That's why!

At this moment, the round-faced man despised Teacher Song extremely much.

Song Jiawen was a little confused, how can she sell a painting and still apprentice?

If you don't worship, you won't sell it, right?

Although she has a high IQ and knows everything at all, she doesn't know much about human feelings. After all, he is young, and he doesn't have his biological parents to teach him, so he only relies on his relatives and his own understanding, and sometimes he can't understand some things.

For example, now, she didn't see that Teacher Song wanted to accept her as an apprentice.