"It's Y University."
Le Yi thought about it and felt it was a good idea.
Y University is also fine!
Anyway, his mother is also a professor there, and now they are going to become master and apprentice. There will be many opportunities for them to meet on campus in the future. With such close proximity, her son still has hope in the future!!!
Just as a group of people were chatting enthusiastically, applause and cheers broke out.
After Yu Youyi reminisced about the past with several veteran painters, she went on stage with the help of her eldest disciple.
After helping the old man sit down on the soft chair on the stage, Leng Song quietly retreated.
The old man was of a quiet nature and didn't talk much. After a few words of closing speech, he called Wen Xi up and introduced his last disciple with more interest, a gentle expression, and eyes full of kindness, which was really rare to see.
Everyone below was shocked. They didn't expect that the old lady would accept a disciple at the closing ceremony, and a last-ditch disciple at that. After all, she had rejected many people who wanted to become her apprentice before, including many high-ranking officials and business tycoons. Everyone thought that she would not accept a disciple again. Who was this girl and how could she catch the old lady's eye?
The old lady didn't like empty formalities and had greeted him early in the morning. Wen Xi simplified everything, bowed respectfully three times, and then personally served the tea.
"Master, please have some tea."
"Yeah, okay."
Yu Youyi took the fragrant tea and took a sip, with a relieved smile on her face.
Ever since her husband passed away, she has been quiet and has a stern face all day long. It is rare to see her smile, and today is a rare occasion.
Putting down the tea bowl, the old lady took out an exquisite wooden box from her bosom and handed it to Wen Xi. It was obvious that it was an old thing.
Wen Xi was a little hesitant.
Since ancient times, it has always been the apprentices who are filial to their masters. How could a master pay for his apprentice?
"Take it, your senior brothers and sisters all have it." The old lady said in a loud voice.
“Thank you, Master!”
Hearing that his senior brothers and sisters all had it, Wen Xi no longer refused and took it with both hands. When he opened it, he saw that it was a jade paperweight, which, together with the pen holder given by his senior sister, made a perfect set.
The jades are all top-quality Hetian jade, and they are obviously worth a lot of money at first glance.
Le Si snorted, feeling very unhappy.
"He's really old and confused. He's so close to a stranger, but I don't see him being so attentive to his own family."
The daughter-in-law sitting next to him kicked him under the table and winked at him.
"Why, did I say something wrong?"
Le Si likes to drink early in the morning. Now he is drunk and his blood is rushing to his head.
Doesn't his mother's retirement from writing continue to enrich him? He doesn't give a damn about his younger generation. Since he's so famous, why can't he make money? Is there anyone in this world who thinks having too much money is a bad thing?
My sister is smart and can make a lot of money through business, but he can't. Since she gave birth to him, shouldn't she be responsible for him forever? He has a wife and children to support. Where in this world doesn't he need to spend money? Now, she just said she would stop writing and took on an outsider as her apprentice. How can he not be angry!
"Hasn't your master given you enough money over the years?" Leng Song couldn't stand it any longer and retorted, "I taught you how to paint step by step back then. It's you who refuses to learn. Who do you blame?"
"I..." Le Si was choked and speechless.
"The more you suffer, the more happiness you will enjoy. Don't blame others for your own comfort."
"It's been so long, is there any point in bringing up these old things? If Mom really cares about me, she should have taken Qiangqiang in!"
Qiangqiang is his only son. He loves to eat and play, and is a replica of him.
"Dad, what are you talking about? I don't like painting, I only like playing games!"
The boy said this indignantly, then buried his head and continued playing the game.
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