Feng Bin hadn't expected the old man to come all this way.
After chatting for a few minutes, they invited me into their home.
When he saw Feng Yaoyao sitting in the room bathed in the setting sun, painting, surrounded by unopened sheets of paper and paint, he believed Feng Bin's words.
The iPad in front of her was playing a video explaining some key points of drawing, and the girl was watching it intently.
Old Li almost rushed over and overturned the iPad. "What can you learn from this? Isn't this misleading young people?"
Just as Feng Bin was about to go in and call her, Old Li stopped him.
Then he quietly walked up behind her and watched.
Feng Yaoyao was engrossed in drawing the copy and didn't notice anyone behind her.
Half an hour later.
Old Li couldn't hold back any longer: "Feng Yaoyao, the lines and shadows here are just a tiny bit..."
Before the adjective could even be finished, the little green tea girl jumped up in fright.
When I turned around and saw Old Man Li, I was stunned for a long time.
Then.
"Ahhhhh! A ghost! I knew this old man had a short life, and he's already dead? How come his soul is floating around in my house?"
"No, I'm not dead yet."
Feng Bin quickly ran over to explain, "Zhenren, you're not dead, don't be afraid."
After a while, I finally figured out what was going on.
Feng Yaoyao rolled her eyes and sat back down on the small stool: "Why did you come to my house?"
She didn't have a good impression of the old man.
He's arrogant and doesn't know what real skills he has. I bet wanting to be his disciple is like looking for a father figure—I'm not going to serve him.
Old Li chuckled a few times: "I came here to see if you still need a teacher."
"No problem, thanks."
This completely killed the conversation, leaving no room for negotiation.
Old Master Li didn't care; these days, finding a talented disciple is harder than climbing to heaven.
Besides, studying art requires a certain arrogance, which suits my taste perfectly.
"I don't think what you learned from the videos is good enough. The drawing you did here..."
Feng Yaoyao said impatiently, "If you're so good at this, then you draw. Here, take it, take it, take it..."
He threw down his pencil and stood up abruptly.
Feng Bin stood to the side, rubbing his hands together incessantly, unable to find an excuse for his daughter.
They are top-tier artists in China, and they've come to your door to take on apprentices. Isn't what you're saying just trying to drive them away?
This circle is small to begin with. If you offend someone, they can say a few words and no one will dare to teach you anymore.
result......
"Okay, I'll draw it. You take a look and see if the shadows and tonal structure here are a bit off."
Old Li picked up a pencil, sat down, and actually started drawing.
Feng Bin was dumbfounded.
I have a feeling that something's not quite right with how the plot is going.
Isn't this person incredibly arrogant?
How come my daughter can argue with me for so long without getting angry?
Rumors can be deadly.
Alright.
There's no need to explain this; it seems a bit superfluous for me to stay here.
Old Li casually sketched a few lines, and the whole painting immediately looked different from before.
He explained as he drew, and every now and then he would turn around and ask Feng Yaoyao for her opinion.
It wasn't until late at night that the old man and the child finally came out of the studio.
Feng Bin rushed over and asked, "How is it?"
Feng Yaoyao waved her hand arrogantly: "It's nothing special."
Old Li smiled broadly, "This apprentice is really good, very good, very good."
The little green tea girl immediately turned around and said, "Who is your apprentice? I didn't agree to that."
Clearly, she hadn't calmed down yet.
Liu Yue blinked. She knew her daughter's temperament well, and guessed that she had already accepted the old man in her heart.
She smiled and said, "Mr. Li, I'm entrusting Yaoyao to you from now on. Please feel free to tell me if there's anything wrong."
"No, no, she has no flaws, she's perfect as she is now."
Feng Bin quickly asked, "Since you're already considering taking her on as your apprentice, what do you think about the money...?"
These days, no teacher is free. Even hiring a private tutor is incredibly expensive, let alone such a renowned one.
Feng Yaoyao raised her head: "Yes, tell me, how much money are you going to give me?"
Old Li stared at him blankly: "You have to pay money to take on an apprentice? Well... how much do you want? I should have enough."
Over the years, he has indeed taken on a few apprentices, but it seems they all paid him money.
Could it be that I haven't been out and about enough and have become disconnected from society?
Now you have to pay money to take on a talented apprentice?
Feng Yaoyao smiled slightly, revealing a small tiger tooth.
"That's right, these days you can't take on an apprentice without paying them. But considering your age, and seeing that nice set of calligraphy brushes and inkstones you have at home, I'll reluctantly accept them."
"Oh? Is that so?" The old man gritted his teeth. "Alright then, I'll go home and get it now, and I'll come back tomorrow."
"Okay, then hurry up, I might need to find another teacher tomorrow."
The young woman stood with her hands on her hips, revealing a very smug smile.
Even Feng Bin couldn't stand it anymore; how could this girl keep fleecing a sheep?
You not only refuse to pay, but you also demand things from people.
Is this reasonable?
The old man nodded hurriedly: "Wait for me, I can come over tomorrow morning."
By the time he finished saying that, he had already left the house.
Feng Bin didn't even have time to shout.
He turned to her and said, "Girl, aren't you afraid of scaring Old Li away?"
Feng Yaoyao smiled and said, "No, you don't know this person's temper. The more you act like this, the more he will treat you like a treasure. If you are meek and submissive, he will look down on you."
"Is that so?"
"Relax, relax, I know what I'm doing." Feng Yaoyao walked back to her studio without a care in the world.
Just now, Old Li taught her a lot of things, like he had broken through the thin layer of paper, and everything became clear to her at once.
It's mainly a matter of talent; otherwise, do you really think this old man has wasted his 70-plus years of his life?
Feng Yaoyao doesn't have that ability; he wouldn't even be here.
Feng Bin wanted to say a few more words of advice, but Liu Yue stopped him.
"Let your daughter decide this matter herself. Your businessman's approach won't work in the art world."
"Alright, it seems that people who study art really do have a bit of a quirk."
The next day, Old Man Li arrived as promised and actually gave the set of items to Feng Yaoyao.
The master-disciple relationship is now officially established.
Feng Bin specially prepared a studio, and everything inside was prepared according to Mr. Li's instructions.
This old man and the child have practically lived here; sometimes they're taken out all day long.
that's all.
Little Green Tea's talent is beginning to show.
I've finally found the path that suits me best for the future.
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