After the two left Wu Miaoshui's house, Ni Sitian couldn't help but ask Xu Tingchuan, "Who exactly is the teacher? He looks kind of familiar."
"Go back and look through your high school art textbook, and you'll know," Xu Tingchuan said casually.
Ni Sitian's eyes widened as she immediately connected the surname Wu with that face. This... this is Wu Miaoshui, the contemporary master who founded the school of thought in the textbook!
Seeing her so shocked, Xu Tingchuan put his arm around her shoulder and said, "There's no need to be so surprised."
"How could we not need it! Wu Miaoshui!" Ni Sitian gripped Xu Tingchuan's arm tightly, incredulous. "It can't be true, can it?!"
"No doubt about it, it's true."
"Am I dreaming? How could this be?" Ni Sitian pinched herself hard. "Ouch, it's real!"
"Silly girl." Xu Tingchuan patted her head.
Ni Sitian looked up at Xu Tingchuan, her admiration overflowing: "You're so amazing! You even know the master! How did you get him to agree to take me as your disciple?"
This was the first time Xu Tingchuan had ever been looked at with such starry eyes by her, and he was in a very good mood. He patiently told her about the background of the story, “Old Wu was my grandfather’s best friend. He has been living in seclusion here since his wife passed away more than ten years ago. He and my grandfather used to love playing chess, fishing, and golf together.”
Ni Sitian said "Oh," realizing it was a family connection. It was reasonable that someone from her grandfather's social class knew Wu Miaoshui.
"The reason he's taking on a disciple this time is because I played a game of chess with him a while ago, and he lost. So he agreed to do something for me," Xu Tingchuan continued. "But it wasn't that he agreed to take you on as a disciple. Instead, he gave you a chance to take a test. So it was your outstanding performance that made him want to take you on."
"Really?" Ni Sitian chuckled, scratching her head. She had no idea how she had passed the exam.
She was self-aware; she had never received systematic art training and had no real skill in drawing. At most, she could only draw better than the average elementary school student.
“Yes, Master Wu doesn’t take on disciples easily. If you’re not talented enough, even if you kneel down and beg him, it won’t work. He only has three disciples so far, and he hasn’t taken on a new disciple for twenty years. So he’s sure you have talent,” Xu Tingchuan said seriously.
Ni Sitian felt a lump in her throat. When she was in high school, she begged her father for so long to learn to paint, but he firmly disagreed, saying that she had no talent and it would be a waste for her to learn.
Xu Tingchuan had only heard about her interest in painting once, but he tried every means to get such a master of painting to take her as his apprentice.
This stark contrast made her wonder if she had been born into the wrong family or married the right person.
She couldn't help but hug Xu Tingchuan tightly, so tightly.
Xu Tingchuan thought she was just too happy, so he gently stroked her long hair and said with a light smile, "You should learn from Master Wu from now on."
"Yes, I will study hard." Ni Sitian said very seriously. He had created the best opportunity for her to learn painting, and she certainly couldn't let him down. She had to put in 100% effort.
"I'll go with you to buy art supplies," Xu Tingchuan said, taking her hand.
"Mmm." Ni Sitian let him lead her.
Under the sunlight, their shadows overlapped, making them look exceptionally harmonious and loving.
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