Jian Wenxi's movements were natural and there was no awkwardness at all. Yuan Ya couldn't help but look at her hand for a few more seconds.
After enduring for a long time, he finally couldn't hold it in any longer and asked, "Xixi, how did you develop such a good left hand? When you played the drums today, everyone was stunned."
The thin drumstick flew back and forth between her hands, which was dazzling.
"Just knocking randomly."
Wen Xi had an indifferent expression and took a sip of the bright pink juice.
Xu Shan, however, looked like a fangirl.
When talking about eating, singing and Wen Xi, she became like a different person.
At this moment, he looked like he was saying, "I want the whole world to know that my friend is a god."
"What's the big deal about this drum set today? Xixi is really good at using her left hand. Haven't you seen the paintings she draws with her left hand? They're so beautiful that it's beyond words."
Hearing her words, Yuan Ya smiled perfunctorily and didn't care much.
draw?
Is it so beautiful that it is beyond words?
If this was referring to Wen Xi, whose right hand was not disabled before, she would believe it.
But now?
No matter how flexible your left hand is, it can never compare to your right hand.
Painting is not like playing drums, it is a delicate job.
Ever since that accident, she no longer took Wen Xi seriously.
Mingde has many art students, and quite a few of them study painting.
In order to become the best, to obtain the principal's recommendation, and to successfully enter Y University, she went out early and came back late every day to consolidate her academic performance.
I didn’t know that Wen Xi never took a lunch break but stayed in the studio painting, and I didn’t know that Wen Xi had already started her own illustration series on Weibo.
She was only certain of one thing, that Wen Xi had talent, but it had been ruined.
Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west.
She Yuan Ya is not bad either.
In the future, it will be her turn!
Xu Shan praised Wen Xi, but Yuan Ya didn't listen at all.
"You said Xixi also came to your house to frame paintings?"
Hearing this, she suddenly became interested.
"yes."
"Shanshan, so your family runs a picture framing shop? No wonder I thought you looked like a bookish person." Yuan Ya complimented subtly.
"Me? Forget it."
Xu Shan scratched her head a little embarrassedly.
But she is still quite proud when talking about her own store.
"Squad leader, aren't you also studying painting? You're welcome to come to my house to frame paintings in the future. My mother's craft is inherited from our ancestors, and our shop has been around for quite a while, so it's quite famous."
"Oh, really? Wouldn't that mean a lot of powerful people will come looking for you?"
Hearing Xu Shan's words, Yuan Ya's heart moved.
"Yes, there are members of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, famous painters, and professors from the Academy of Fine Arts... Oh, and you know Professor Y, the famous painter Mr. Yu? She came to us a few days ago to have a painting framed. My mom said it was her last work."
"Mr. Yu?"
"Professor Yu!"
Hearing this name, Wen Xi and Yuan Ya called out in unison.
Yuan Ya even blushed with excitement.
She didn't expect that Xu Shan's picture framing shop was so famous that even people like Yu Youyi would patronize it.
What Wen Xi didn't expect was that he would hear this name from Xu Shan's mouth.
When she applied for graduate school at Y University in her previous life, some people in the school looked down on her self-taught academic qualifications. It was because Mr. Yu overcame all objections that she was given the opportunity to take the exam.
The two had met once during an interview.
She still remembers the situation clearly.
At that time, Mr. Yu's health was not very good, and she was the last student to attend the interview.
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