Wang Qiwen said confidently and proudly, "How could I, who am so amiable, scare Miss Song..."
Seeing Song Nan's terrified face, Wang Qiwen was so frightened that he let go of her hand instantly: "Song, Song, Song... Miss Song, you... are not afraid of me, right?"
Seeing the instantly red mark on Song Nan's hand, Wang Qiwen didn't dare to speak. He was afraid that his impulsive (stupid) action (foolishness) would scare Song Nan, and then Song Nan would be unwilling to learn watercolor, and then he would become an eternal sinner in the watercolor world!
The moment Wang Qiwen let go of his hand, Song Nan put his hands behind his back, looking as if he was on guard against thieves, his small eyes wide open, staring at them.
He looked very frightened.
Wang Qiwen looked away, pretending nothing had happened.
Zeng Jizong glanced at Wang Qiwen, chuckled, and stepped forward to comfort Song Nan: "Miss Song, please don't panic, we...we are good people!"
In a hurry, Zeng Jizong didn't know how to describe his innocence. The sudden popping of the word "good man" stunned Song Nan and himself.
"Grandpa Zeng, I, I don't doubt you. I might have been a little too excited to send Grandpa Wang off." As he said that, Song Nan secretly glanced at Wang Qiwen.
Wang Qiwen's face flushed when he met Song Nan's timid gaze. It seemed that he had really scared the little girl. Oh, why are little girls nowadays so delicate and fragile? They are so easily frightened...
Zeng Jizong stood in front of Wang Qiwen and said, "Don't worry, Miss Song. We didn't mean any harm. We were just a little too excited, so we scared you... Your talent is simply unparalleled in the history of the world!"
"Me?!" Song Nan pointed his tender white fingers at himself in disbelief, somewhat confused.
Song Nan felt that the old gentlemen must have thought that her painting was too bad and it was a great insult to their eyes, so they spoke sarcastically in such an excited manner.
As long as she admitted it, they would humiliate her...
The more Song Nan thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. He looked at Wang Qiwen tremblingly: "I... I have very poor talent. I polluted the eyes of several masters. It's my fault!"
Wang Qiwen and Zeng Jizong looked at each other and understood each other's thoughts.
Wang Qiwen rubbed his hands together, a kind smile on his face, "Well... Xiaonan, we noticed that although your painting is not very good..."
As soon as Wang Qiwen said this, he was met with angry glares from everyone: What a joke! Not good?! Then what is good? It's been painted like this in less than a month. How can we survive in the future?
Wang Qiwen received everyone's respectful gazes and quickly changed his words: "It's not that it's not good, it's just, it's still a little bit away from perfection..."
Wang Qiwen stretched out his finger and made a weak, small arc.
Soon, he began to teach and deceive people in a serious and solemn manner.
"Well, Song Nan, let me tell you, although you don't have much talent, I am kind-hearted and since you want to learn painting so much, I will reluctantly accept you as my apprentice and help you fulfill your dream of painting!"
Song Nan didn't react for a moment and looked at Wang Qiwen in confusion, "This... Grandpa Wang, I..."
Wang Qiwen interrupted Song Nan with a wave of his hand: "Oh, it's okay. Your Grandpa Wang is handsome and kind-hearted. He has accepted you as his apprentice! Hurry up and pour the master some apprentice tea. We will be master and apprentice now!"
Song Nan looked at Wang Qiwen's face, not knowing what to say. At this time, the others reacted.
"Okay, Wang Qiwen, you were waiting here!" Painter A jumped up and pointed at Wang Qiwen's nose.
Wang Qiwen touched his nose embarrassedly, didn't look at the man, dodged and didn't respond.
Wang Qiwen urged Song Nan, "Hurry up, little apprentice, serve tea to the master!"
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