"The little girl has such a good talent. If you give it to Teacher Song, you will be better than someone who is talented in the future."
Professor Yang was not happy, which was surprising. You Yourong Yan gritted his teeth secretly, why was he so impulsive? He was not the only one painting here.
Professor Yang unconsciously stared at several people who were more virtuous and respected than him, feeling a little unsure.
Song Moshan looked at his second son: "How is it?"
Song Yue leaned on the high chair: "He has great ideas and is talented."
"Old Yang can't teach her."
Song Yue felt that this was too much praise. Although Teacher Yang was not a top craftsman, he was very skilled among the older generation and was more than enough to teach a fledgling girl.
Song Moshan looked at the little girl in the crowd: "Her style has become her own. Young boy is not suitable for her. I think the little girl knew it, so she never accepted him." But after today's incident, that may not be the case. The little girl wanted to thank her.
The other party will also learn painting from the other party.
Song Moshan suddenly had the urge to show off his own paintings and let her take the initiative to seek his apprenticeship! He was not bragging, he felt that this little girl's painting style was to his liking, so the other party could also see him in his paintings.
What he can teach her: “Not many girls have such technical acumen.”
"Whether my sister hears this or Wanwan, she will dance with you." After Song Yue said this, he suddenly looked at his father: "Dad, you don't want to..."
"No……"
"You'd better not. Wanwan cried all night yesterday."
Song Moshan stopped thinking when he thought about his granddaughter. Forget it, there is no need to make his granddaughter unhappy: "If you had followed me and learned..."
"Dad, I see a friend, let's go over first."
Where Song Yue was standing, if he glanced sideways, he could see a small figure serving tea to Zheng Qiu. The greeting gift Zheng Qiu gave her was a pair of emerald green bracelets.
The good brother stood beside Song Yue suavely, like a little brother: "See, this little girl is a bit interesting, talented, and good-looking. Do you think her eyes are very interesting?"
Song Yue ignored him: "..."
"How about we sign her?"
Song Yue asked him to be clear-headed and stop thinking too wildly. Zheng Qiu wouldn't agree. I'm afraid that kid from the Lu family wouldn't either.
"Eh? Do you think she looks familiar?"
Song Yue heard the words and looked over. From her senior brother to her thirteenth senior brother, the first meeting gift was a set of handmade moonlight dance skirts. Even one piece is a valuable thing. A set of double-sided embroidery on the dance skirt takes an embroiderer two years.
It takes a long time to complete the embroidery. In order to unify the overall embroidery, several embroiderers cannot do it at the same time. It is a time-consuming and labor-intensive thing. In the traditional crafts world, there are not many people who can complete an item from cutting to embroidery.
It can be seen that Ms. Zheng and her apprentices are very satisfied with Ms. Zheng's new apprentice. The greeting gifts have been upgraded, and Wanwan's defeat is not unfair.
But in terms of emotional tendencies, he felt that his niece was also very good: "You think so too? Who does she look like?" And this sense of familiarity disappeared in a flash before he could think about it.
"I can't tell you, I just feel familiar." The speaker looked at the little girl, then at his good brother, then at the little girl, then shook his head: "Maybe artists have similar temperaments."
"perhaps."
"That niece of yours is no longer making trouble?"
Song Yue didn't like hearing: "Who caused trouble?"
"Okay, okay, I'm making a fuss." After a while, he said again: "I remember she couldn't even draw a duck -" Damn! He ran away! Lest someone become angry from shame!
…
Gu CiCi got into the car, looked at the pile of heavy gifts in the trunk, and sighed, she became rich overnight.
Lu Zhiyuan thought she was worried about where to put it, so he leaned forward and helped her fasten her seat belt: "I asked Shen Guangyao to make a warehouse for you, and put it in my place first."
Gu CiCi hugged him as he was about to retreat. He was a little tired, so his tone became squeamish: "My legs hurt when I stand..."
Lu Zhiyuan was hugged in her soft part, and he immediately awkwardly supported his sides with his hands to prevent him from fully pressing on her.
The driver raised the partition without looking away.
Gu Cici leaned tiredly on his shoulder: "I didn't know that the apprenticeship banquet required so many steps. It is more tiring than my part-time job. Mainly because my brain is tired. I don't want to become a apprentice in the future..."
Lu Zhiyuan noticed that her tone was a little weak, and the charm in his heart faded a little. He stood up slightly and helped her rub her legs: "You don't have to stay with her all the time."
"I think, I just want to get closer to her for some reason. Do you feel it? I think my master likes me very much!"
Lu Zhiyuan's hand pressed against her soft skin: "Well..."
That's not my illusion: "Senior brother, senior sister is also very nice. Senior brother also put a bank card in his red envelope. It feels unreal."
Lu Zhiyuan's palms gradually became hot, and her last dress was no longer than her knees.
Gu Cici let go of Lu Zhiyuan, leaned back on the chair thoughtfully, turned her head to look at the darkening sky, and played with the buttons on his cuffs with one hand: "Thank you..." She liked her master more than she thought, and she liked him so much. The senior sister danced "Tiangong Leng" to her impromptuly, it was so beautiful.
Lu Zhiyuan took back his hand. It wasn't that he didn't want to press her hand——
Gu CiCi kissed him lovingly and tenderly.
When Lu Zhiyuan regained consciousness, she untied his cuffs and thrust her hands inside. Lu Zhiyuan was like an electric shock. Pain, longing, and despair were mixed together in his mind, almost overwhelming his reason.
"The car stopped..." Gu Cici let him go.
Lu Zhiyuan hid his confused mind, fastened the buttons on his wrists as if there was nothing unusual, and then calmly opened the door.
Gu CiCi looked at him carefully and deliberately did not lift the hem of his clothes. He seemed to be... okay, but wasn't he a little too okay?
"Sir, the warehouse is ready."
Gu Cici got out of the car and was about to say something. He was stunned for a moment when he looked at this antique mansion. In the garden, there were pavilions, rockeries and flowing water. Several people hugged thick willow trees on both sides of the lake and a plum forest with strong branches behind it. It complements each other well. It is almost early winter now, and the plum blossoms have begun to show their buds. In the winter scenery, it is abrupt and silent, making it easy for all the words to describe its beauty in the book to jump out in an instant.