"It's the real Mr. Yu. I am Liubai, but Liubai is just my pen name. My real name is Wenxi. You can call me Xiaoxi or Xixi." Wenxi explained with a smile.
"It's like the Yangtze River's waves recede!" Yu Youyi couldn't help but sigh. "You know, child, when I first saw your paintings, I thought they were painted by an old man. At the very least, a middle-aged man. I never imagined that these majestic, beautiful and delicate paintings were created by a child like you."
"Mr. Yu, you are too kind."
Wen Xi touched his nose guiltily and said a little embarrassedly.
Actually, what the old man said was right. She inherited the painting skills from her previous life. She was almost 30 when she died, which is middle-aged if you round it up...
"Okay, okay, young people, it's good to be humble. Even if you become famous in the future, even if you have achieved some success now, you must guard against arrogance and impatience, understand?"
"I understand." Wen Xi responded obediently.
"Okay, you're a teachable kid. In that case, I won't waste your time. Come, let me tell you what questions you have."
Yu Youyi said this as she opened the picture album in her hand.
The album is full of paintings that Wen Xi has serialized on Weibo over the past year.
From the first painting to the most recently updated one, Yu Youyi had them all printed without missing a single one.
"There are no major problems, but there are still some minor ones. If they can be improved, it will be more perfect."
As she spoke, she pointed out the shortcomings in the painting and gave Wen Xi advice in person.
Wen Xi quickly took out the notebook from her bag and wrote it down.
While taking notes, I communicated with the old man.
The voice couldn't help but choke.
The album has labels for this year and last year.
The old man was very serious. Whenever he found a problem, he would carefully write it down in the blank space next to the painting.
On the same painting, there are new and old notes, and you can tell at a glance that the old man has looked at it over and over again.
Although they were not related in any way, he still took so much trouble to care for her, a younger generation, even when he was sick. It was such selfless love that a simple word of thank you was far from enough to express Wen Xi's gratitude.
"Mr. Yu, let's stop here for today. Aunt Lan said that your health has just improved. You can't get tired."
Half an hour later, after Wen Xi's repeated persuasion, Yu Youyi, who had been talking incessantly, finally stopped talking.
Yu Youyi took the warm water she handed to her and took a few sips to moisten her throat.
"I heard from Xiaolan that you are planning to apply to Y University?"
"Yes, I have already taken the January school exam."
"Well, with your level, it should be no problem." The old man said after a moment's hesitation, "Even if anything happens, don't worry, I'm here."
Lan Yun's face lit up when she heard this, and she hurriedly shouted to Wen Xi, "What a silly child! Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and pay your respects to the master. Master Yu wants to take you in as his disciple."
"ah?"
"What are you talking about? You silly kid! Master Yu never speaks easily! He's already protecting his son. How could he not accept you as his disciple?"
Wen Xi was stunned.
She had originally planned to wait until she entered Y University, graduated from undergraduate studies, and then apply for Master Yu's graduate program, taking it step by step to renew their mentor-disciple relationship. However, she hadn't expected that after meeting today, Master Yu would...
Is this true?
Is she dreaming?
Wen Xi looked at the old man who was sitting upright on the bed, feeling overjoyed but also a little nervous.
"Your Aunt Lan is right. The first time I saw your painting, I decided to take you in as my last disciple. I just don't know if you're willing to accept an old woman like me as your master."
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