The old man lay back on the bench: "He must have learned the golden ratio composition by stealing it from someone else."
"Well, that person didn't learn it well; he only learned about 70-80% of it."
“That’s it,” Grayson said confidently. The problem must lie here.
"I heard you got married and then divorced after returning to China?" The old man suddenly changed the subject, gossiping about her private life.
Lu Zhiwei was caught off guard by the question: "Yes."
"You really misjudged people. If you had even half the discernment you had when choosing a man, you wouldn't have gone through such a detour," the old man sighed.
"Master's teachings are correct." Lu Zhiwei lowered her eyes and listened quietly to her master's instruction.
"You're not pregnant, are you?" the master asked again.
This sentence is a perfect example of hitting a landmine.
Lu Zhiwei bit her lip, unsure how to answer.
The old man immediately offered a way out: "It's okay if you get pregnant, just let me play with the baby."
The old man was speaking from the heart.
His life's work needs to be passed on to new people.
As for Lu Zhiwei, he had nothing left to teach her.
The skills she's learned now are enough to crush him; he needs to learn a new skill to seek a sense of accomplishment.
I stayed at the manor for one night.
The next day, Lu Zhiwei drove alone to the dilapidated manor.
The master said that his younger brother frequently changed partners, but there wasn't a single photo of him with a woman in his home.
Also, why would a perfectly healthy person just disappear into thin air?
These are all points of suspicion.
Climb the spiral staircase to go up to the second floor.
There is a European-style mural on the wall at the top of the stairs, which is similar in style to my master's house.
The murals are bold in style and vibrant in color.
However, only a small section in the middle was moldy, forming a whole patch of fungal spots, which affected the overall aesthetic appeal of the mural.
Other areas were unaffected, except for being covered by a thick layer of dust.
There's a problem with this painting.
Lu Zhiwei immediately went to find a hammer and smashed it against the mural wall several times.
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