I remember Teacher Ning said it was a masterpiece, but I said something later, saying that it was a masterpiece because I like it very much, but I didn’t say how good the painting was.
Grandma Xiaogu said to Grandpa Xiangxiang: "You are fool. People are laughing at you. This painting is worthless at all."
Grandpa Xiangxiang replied to her: "You are stupid! Teacher Ning is talking about the masterpiece, which is the masterpiece."
The boy picked up his bag and the small stool for painting, and quickly disappeared into the crowd at the other end of the road.
"Strange." Grandpa Xiangxiang recalled the details and asked some other students present, "Aren't he with you? Why are you painting, and he doesn't draw anymore?"
"He is not a student of our school." A group of students from Central Mei answered Grandpa Xiangxiang, which just confirmed Teacher Ning's inference. "However, he often sneaked to our school to eavesdrop on our teacher's lectures, pestering our teacher to learn to draw. Our teacher pity him."
"Why?" Grandpa Xiangxiang asked.
"His mother didn't seem to let him learn to draw. He took a break from school and ran to our school to learn to draw secretly. What's funny is that when he asked him why he liked to learn to draw, he said he liked to play games. So our teacher also thought this person was so strange that it was normal for him to draw in no way." The students of Changmei said with a smile. Perhaps they all thought this person was very interesting, and they didn't refuse this person to mix among them to draw.
Grandpa Xiangxiang was completely stunned when he heard what these authentic art college students said: "It turns out that he is not a student of the Academy of Fine Arts! Teacher Ning, why do you say that he is painting a masterpiece?"
Teacher Ning has Teacher Ning’s point of view, based on the point of view in education. Just like what Grandma Xiaogu said just now, Teacher Ning thinks that as long as the paintings made by the child themselves are all masterpieces.
Grandpa Xiangxiang looked down at the painting he was holding: Do you keep it? It seems that a piece of waste paper is left.
Ning Yunxi saved the face for the old man and said, "Give it to me."
"Teacher Ning, do you want it?" Grandpa Xiangxiang asked.
"Yes." Teacher Ning had no reason to make the old man stupid because of his words. If he wanted to say that he was stupid, he would say that Teacher Ning was stupid.
Grandpa Xiangxiang was sure of something and said, "What Teacher Ning wants is a treasure, I have collected this painting."
A group of students from Changmei were laughing even happier. Grandma Xiaogu smiled with her waist up and was about to burst into tears.
The crazy laughter of his grandmother made Xiaogu, who was standing with his little brother Leilei, turn his head down.
"It's your grandma who is laughing." Leilei said to his little brother Xiaogu.
"Shhh, Leilei, don't speak out." Meng Chencheng warned his nephew.
Being stared at by the little aunt, Leilei covered his mouth with two little hands and nodded.
No one around said anything. The children discovered this. The too quiet audience here is also one of the reasons why Grandpa Xiangxiang and Grandma Xiaogu escaped. The two old people like to nag.
Leilei's little hand pulled his second uncle's clothes. Meng Chenyi picked up his nephew. Leilei's little eyes could see the painting on the easel in front of him more clearly.
On the other end, Grandpa Xiangxiang and Ning Yunxi said, "That person over there was so good painting." Although he and Grandma Xiaogu ran out, they both saw what they were painting.
Chapter completed!