Looking at the two of them in recent years, he has never been in love, but he also knows that there is a word...'integrity'.
His sister... obviously doesn't have any worries.
…
Song Moshan stood behind Gu Cici, watching her copy "Small Town Scenery" and taking a look at her supplies.
He remembered that at the apprenticeship banquet, her senior brothers and sisters gave her a lot of good things, including a complete set of color arrangements.
Song Moshan watched her pick up and put down the pen, nodding from time to time.
Professor Yang looked at the door of the studio boredly and saw him standing behind Gu Cici for more than ten minutes without moving. He couldn't help but snorted in his heart and walked in to guide and correct others.
This is a classroom, not his private studio. Hold a student and teach as you please.
Song Moshan didn't look at Old Man Yang at all. He originally wanted to open a private class, but he was afraid that Guci would not be able to do it. After all, Yang had no other skills and was very good at winning people's hearts.
Song Moshan looked at it again and again, and finally couldn't help but say: "There is also an ink painting version of this work."
After hearing the words, Gu CiCi looked back at him blankly after a while and found that he was standing behind her.
Song Moshan nodded, very satisfied with her condition. Only after a short two-hour class could she produce works in silence. The environment here was still too noisy, and there were intermissions every forty minutes, so it was not suitable for her to paint.
She should be in a studio with no one to disturb her. It is normal for her not to come out for a day when she is interested. At her age, it is the time when she is most inspired and creative.
Seeing that he didn't move, Gu CiCi turned around and continued painting.
Only then did Song Moshan remember that he hadn't finished his sentence: "You can try the ink version."
Gu CiCi had objections to the Song family, but she was always kind to Lu Zhiyuan, as was Song Moshan: "Can I use Puxuan?" She once asked about the price of rice paper. It was very expensive, and Song Moshan asked. She was worried that if the rice paper was not chosen well,
As expected, Song Moshan thought she didn't respect him.
Song Moshan thought of her family conditions. She couldn't sell the gifts given to her by her senior brothers and sisters to buy personal items: "I have some propaganda there..."
"No need, Teacher Song will tell you the rules."
Song Moshan was a little embarrassed, remembering that she had a rich boyfriend, and then she lost her temper. Do you want a boyfriend? Girls should be reserved and not rely on each other for everything. What will the other person think of her after a long time?
Song Moshan's unhappiness was all written on his face and he said directly: "Just draw this."
"Oh." The ancient words are neither painful nor itchy.
Song Moshan felt even more unhappy. Seeing that the little girl's clothes might have come from Lu Zhiyuan, he felt angry and regretful. Qian Yuzhi made so much money, and he was waiting to be taken into the coffin!
Song Moshan turned around and left angrily. He didn't like anyone's paintings he looked at along the way. What kind of paintings were there? He might as well change the department!
Zhou Xiaolan quietly came to Gu Cici's side and whispered: "Did you notice? Mr. Song likes your paintings very much. He has been paying close attention to you in these classes."
The ancient Ci Ci smiles: "Maybe."
"I think he..."
"I'll let you talk in class!" Song Moshan was mercilessly angry at Zhou Xiaolan. He thought about it again and again before disturbing Gu Cici. What's going on with that girl? What can't be said after school!
Zhou Xiaolan was yelled at inexplicably and felt aggrieved, what was wrong with her, and her voice was so small.
Gu Cici quickly put down the paint to comfort him.
Upon seeing this, Professor Yang quickly asked Song Moshan, "What's going on? Can you fire accurately? I should say, who asked you to speak! Can I talk to you!"
And it’s not like Zhou Xiaolan is the only one talking. Besides, this is a classroom, not a creative studio. Anyone who comes in can yell: “Professor Song is strict, and it’s for your own good. Class, class.” Professor Yang directly pulled Old Man Song away. out.
Zhou Xiaolan felt extremely wronged: "I don't respect him enough, so I kept such a low voice..."
"Yes, yes, he has never been a class teacher and is not sensible. We don't have the same experience as him."
"Then don't let him see your paintings next time."
"well."
"You can't be his apprentice either."
"Definitely, definitely." Gu Cici was patting her back, and her phone suddenly vibrated. Gu Cici took a look, Gu Nian? We just separated, what's the matter with him, and Nian Nian knew that she was in class, so he wouldn't give her a call at this time. There must be something going on when she calls.
Ancient Ci Ci connects.
"Sister, that old woman is back. I don't know what she said to mom. Mom is ill. I'm on my way to take mom to the hospital. I...I'm not familiar with the hospital here. I'm a bit...sister..."
"Okay, I understand, don't worry, I'll be there right away. Someone will call you soon about the hospital matters. Remember to pick up."
Gu CiCi called Shen Guangyao, but Lu Zhiyuan was not at school. What's more, when she called Lu Zhiyuan, he also called Shen Guangyao and Feng Yu. She didn't want to see Feng Yu.
"Don't worry, I'll arrange it right away. Go there now. Don't be anxious. Come out slowly. I'll arrange a driver at the door."
Zhou Xiaolan: "Are you okay..."
"It's okay. Regarding Teacher Song, I will talk to Professor Yang later. Don't be like him..."
"You hurry up and do your business, I'm fine."
"Wen Qiong looked at Lanlan, I'll leave first."
"go Go."
Professor Yang was talking to Song Moshan when he saw Ai Jiang running over and was suddenly surprised: "Hey, what are you doing?"
"I have something to do at home, so I have to leave first. Professor Yang can ask for leave for me."
Professor Yang looked at Song Moshan.
Song Moshan's face turned even darker: "Class time——"
"Yes, yes, class time, no exception next time."
…
When Gu Cici rushed to the hospital, Shen Guangyao and Gu Nian immediately greeted her.
Gu Nian stood directly behind his sister, a little confused by the hospital's formation. He carried his mother out of the taxi. There were so many people waiting at the entrance of the hospital, and he directly transported his mother in. Doctors, first aid, and separate wards came to him. Mom lies down on the bed and he just stands still like a transparent person.
He was not contacted for the patient's name, past medical history, registration and medicine collection. And the man in front of me comforted him as if he was crazy.
Gu Cici stretched out her hand to comfort him.
Shen Guangyao reported the situation: "The doctor has given medicine and it has stabilized. You don't have to worry."
"Thanks."
"It's a small matter, your brother was so scared that he was sweating when he came."
Nonsense, you are sweating all the way while holding someone in your arms.
An old saying goes back to ancient times: "Go in and take a look."
"No, the old woman is inside."
Gu CiCi stopped: "Why is she here?"
"She came back early in the morning with her luggage. She said she would live with us in the future, and she wanted to share your bed, so I threw the luggage out to her." What were she thinking? She's staying at his sister's place.
"So you guys quarreled and mom got sick?"
"No!" He said a little less confidently: "Originally it was... but after drinking the medicine, it healed. Who knows what she said when she dragged mom in, and it ended up like this."