He was actually a little old man in his seventies.
The first impression he gives is that he is arrogant and haughty.
To put it bluntly, they look down on people.
That's right.
A simple picture, drawn with black and white lines, reveals a psychological state.
Without even mentioning it, Feng Yaoyao's arrogant attitude kicked in again.
You think you can look down on me? Do you really think I have to learn from you? As if I can't find a teacher.
Seeing his shocked expression, the little green tea girl threw down her pencil, got up, and left.
When Feng Bin saw his daughter leave without saying a word, he quickly apologized to the old man.
"Teacher Li, I'm so sorry, my daughter isn't feeling well today... um."
He couldn't find a reason, so he just said that.
As a result, the old man held on tightly and refused to let go.
"What's your daughter's surname and given name? Has she been studying this for over ten years?"
"ah???"
Feng Bin was also dumbfounded. Why was he asking for his surname?
There aren't even pencils or drawing paper at home, what's the point of learning?
He gave a few perfunctory replies, but his phone kept ringing; his daughter was already outside urging him to come.
Finally, Old Man Li asked for an address before he let go of her hand.
After leaving the house, Feng Bin didn't think much of it. Anyway, his family was rich, and good teachers were indeed hard to find, but he could take it slow. As long as his daughter liked it, that was fine.
The next evening, when he got home from get off work, he saw a suspicious figure standing outside the yard.
Just as Feng Bin was about to call the police, the old man suddenly darted in front of him.
The first thing he said was, "Mr. Feng, is what you said yesterday true? Your daughter has never studied painting?"
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