Wang Peng jumped out of the car and sat down next to her.
"Um...is this me?" He scratched his head. "Am I that handsome?"
The boy in the painting is beaming with joy, giving off a vibrant feeling, like the sun at seven in the morning.
At this moment, art has been created.
"Art originates from life, but transcends it."
Li Mingzhu carefully rolled up the painting and tied it with a red ribbon. "It's for you, it's free."
"Thank you. Now let me guess your dream."
Wang Peng said, "Your dream is to hold your own art exhibition in New York, the art capital."
"Wow! How did you know?" Li Mingzhu exclaimed in surprise.
"I guessed it." Wang Peng gave her a thumbs up. "Keep it up, you'll definitely succeed."
"Thank you!" Li Mingzhu was overjoyed.
Just then, Duan Mingxing jumped out and ruined the mood.
"Mingzhu, we should go back now, or my aunt will get angry again," he shouted.
"I'm sorry." Li Mingzhu quickly packed her things. "Wang Peng, my mom won't let me stay out for too long."
"I'll drive you home," Wang Peng said, pointing to the car.
"No, no," Li Mingzhu hurriedly waved her hand. "If my mom finds out, she'll beat me to death."
She packed her art supplies into her schoolbag, slung the schoolbag over her shoulder, and hugged the stool.
"Wang Peng, I'm very happy today, thank you."
"I'm very happy too, and thank you." Wang Peng waved goodbye to her. "If you're feeling down, just write to me, okay?"
"Mmm!" Li Mingzhu sniffed. "Goodbye, Wang Peng."
Wang Peng watched her retreating figure until it disappeared into the forest.
Li Mingzhu and Duan Hongxing returned home.
"Second Aunt, clothes! Just now, a guy in a Santana bought Mingzhu's painting for two hundred yuan," Duan Hongxing called out.
"You're talking?" Li Mingzhu's parents exclaimed in surprise at the same time.
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