The two old men understood a truth along the way, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with following Teacher Ning.
Is this woman a teacher?
A group of art students looked at Ning Yunxi strangely and listened to Grandpa Xiangxiang and the others talking.
"Teacher Ning." Grandpa Xiangxiang asked, "What are you looking at?"
After saying that, Grandpa Xiangxiang and Grandma Xiaogu stood together and looked at the boy's painting hard. The two old men looked at the painting as if they were wearing magnifying glasses to look at the painting.
The boy was frightened by the expressions of the two of them and gently covered up the things he had drawn with his hands.
Grandpa Xiangxiang and Grandma Xiaogu were circling in their hearts: This painting looks like Sibuli! However, it was a painting developed by Teacher Ning, which is probably not called Sibuli but a magic work. So the two old men opened their faces tensely and dared not say that they were looking at Sibuli.
"I, I don't draw well-" the boy said ashamed.
"No, what you are painting is a masterpiece!" Grandpa Xiangxiang said with a thumbs up.
The boy looked up at Grandpa Xiangxiang's serious face: The grandfather's expression didn't seem to be joking. The divine painting that he hadn't seen himself was called a divine painting by this grandfather? The boy's forehead was sweating and he said, "Grandpa, you don't need to sympathize with me."
"Do I sympathize with you?" Grandpa Xiangxiang turned to ask Teacher Ning.
He said it was a masterpiece, but he couldn't understand it. Teacher Ning will explain it.
As soon as Ning Yunxi received Grandpa Xiangxiang's expression, he immediately understood the old man's thoughts, and smiled and said, "It's nothing wrong with him being a masterpiece. Because he likes painting very much."
"Listen, young man, our teacher Ning said that what you painted is a masterpiece, it is definitely a masterpiece!" Grandpa Xiangxiang patted the boy on the shoulder and praised him.
The boy stared at Ning Yunxi in a daze.
"By the way, you can sign me a name." Grandpa Xiangxiang took out the small notebook he carried in his pocket, turned on a page of paper, and handed it to the boy opposite him.
The boy was surprised: Is this old man actually asking him to sign an autograph? Is it true or false? Think about it, this boy was so guilty that he quickly packed up his own things.
"Hey, what are you doing when you put away your things? Are you not drawing them anymore?" Grandpa Xiangxiang asked.
He won't draw any more! The boy found a figure in the crowd in the distance. He immediately lowered his head, bowed his waist, and made a stance like a land father-in-law buried inside the ground.
"Why are you hiding from?" Grandpa Xiangxiang saw the clue and asked him.
The boy's palms were sweating, and he kept nervously packing his painting tools such as his brushes and paint tubes. After pouring various paint tubes into the black schoolbag he carried, he picked up his schoolbag and wanted to leave.
"Hey, your painting--" Grandpa Xiangxiang saw that the painting on his easel was about to be dropped, and he reached out his hand in surprise and said, "Stop it."
"I don't want this painting anymore," said the boy.
"Then give it to me!" Grandpa Xiangxiang stretched out his hand. Teacher Ning said it was a masterpiece and he was going to keep it. In the future, this student becomes a great artist, and this painting will surely appreciate.
The boy who was in a hurry to leave was afraid that Grandpa Xiangxiang would be entangled, so he stuffed the painting directly on Grandpa Xiangxiang's chest. Grandpa Xiangxiang hugged the painting with both hands, and an expression that seemed like a treasure. The students around him laughed at the old man's expression and movements.
Chapter completed!