In the courtyard, teachers from the two universities looked at each other.
The internationally renowned painter Leng Song is Wen's senior?
Then isn’t Mr. Yu, the great master of our time, Mr. Wen’s master?
This backer is too powerful.
Before they had time to digest it, Leng Song spoke.
"Who just said that painting has no future and can't make much money?"
A group of teachers were speechless when asked.
How could he be a failure if he could be accepted as a disciple by Master Yu!
There is no need to mention her. Her reputation is that of a national treasure-level master who is famous both at home and abroad. Her eldest disciple Leng Song is now also very popular. Even the female disciple who is a very low-key teacher, her paintings are very popular. It is hard for her to be unsuccessful.
The yard suddenly fell into silence.
Seeing that no one said anything, Leng Song stopped talking. He raised his eyebrows slightly and slowly took out a check from his pocket and stuffed it into Wenxi's hand: "Take it, little sister. Even though you 'don't make much money', this is still a good gift for meeting you."
"Five million... this red envelope is too big, senior brother." Wen Xi looked up at the other party after counting the zeros on the check.
And you "can't make much money", isn't this a slap in the face?
"It's not much, just some pocket money. Take it and buy some painting supplies you like." Leng Song said indifferently.
Five million is just pocket money in his eyes?
The admissions teachers gasped.
They who had just been saying that art was useless were now completely speechless. The two groups looked at each other and had to say goodbye and leave in shame.
After sending the person away, Wen Xi led Leng Song into the house.
"Brother, when did you come back?"
After pouring Leng Song a cup of tea, Wen Xi sat down opposite him.
"Afternoon." Leng Song blew on the tea leaves on the rim of his cup and took a sip. "I rushed back after finding a dietary prescription that would be very beneficial to Master's health. As soon as I landed, she called and asked me to come to your place first."
"Did the master ask you to come here?"
"Well, after learning about your results, they were worried that you might have been brainwashed. They said they couldn't let such a good talent go to waste, so they sent me here."
"You guys are so well-informed."
Wen Xi, who was planning to wait until the early morning to check her grades, felt a bit amused and helpless.
"I only found out when the plane landed. You did well on the test, little sister. You should be able to get into Y University."
"It's not certain until the last moment."
"I didn't realize you were so patient at such a young age. Master told me to remind you to be humble and not impatient, but now it seems that's no longer necessary." Leng Song raised his eyebrows and chuckled. "I've seen your paintings. I'm afraid we, the older generation, will all die on the beach."
Wen Xi laughed out loud because of his amusement.
"Thank you for the compliment, Senior Brother. I still have a lot to learn from you and Senior Sister."
Leng Song is good at freehand brushwork, and he likes to paint dragons the most. His style is unrestrained and uninhibited. Looking around the country, with his current painting skills and overall strength, almost no one of his peers can match him.
"By the way, Senior Brother, is it true that you just said that the prescription would help Master's illness?"
"Yes, it's a prescription passed down from a family of doctors. I visited some patients who had used it, and it worked quite well for them."
"Great!" Wen Xi's eyes lit up. "If there's anything I can help you with, please let me know. My family has people in Yun Province and Country D. I heard the medicinal herbs there are pretty good."
"Okay, I'll find you if I need you, but I came here for another matter today."
"Brother, you say."
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