Why do you still need to roll up after being reborn?

Just like water that has been thrown out cannot be taken back, rumors have been formed and cannot be undone so easily.

Jiang Yan wasn't in a hurry, it wasn't him who should be anxious anyway.

As for Mu Jiawen, she didn't take this matter to heart at all. After talking about it in the morning, she originally wanted to ask Jiang Yan at noon. However, she picked up two test papers from Professor Li after class in the morning and forgot about it as soon as she got busy. .

The next day, Friday, the Chinese painting competition officially started.

Song Qingping and Huang Kai sat in the spectator seats, looking at the judge teacher Mu Chenyan in the front and center who was leading the scoring, and felt a little dazed for a moment.

Yesterday, he originally planned to take a rest in the morning and take Huang Kai to Master Mu Gallery in the afternoon, but he heard that tickets would be required.

Tickets are free, but you need to go to Beijing University of Fine Arts to get them, and participating students must exchange them with their participation certificates.

It's not that Mu Chenyan meant to raise the bar by doing this. In fact, there were so many people visiting the gallery a few days ago that one of the booths was overcrowded, so he had to come up with this method.

Song Qingping and Huang Kai were about to go to Beijing University to get tickets after lunch. The parents of the two students they brought called him and said that they had not been able to go to the competition venue yet and wanted him to take them in to have a look. It would save money. Tomorrow's game is too tense.

The competition is organized by the Beijing University Academy of Fine Arts and the Kyoto Chinese Painting Association. Those who are eligible to visit the venue before the competition are basically from the calligraphy and painting associations of various cities. So it's normal that they didn't get in.

This request is not too much, but it is too time-consuming.

It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon after the visit. When he was getting tickets, a student from the Academy of Fine Arts kindly reminded him, "Master Mu Gallery closes at 4:30. I'm afraid I won't be able to make it by now."

Song Qingping was quite sorry.

The room fee was more than 1,000 a night. Although Jiajia paid him for three nights, he only wanted to stay on Thursday and Friday and check out early on Saturday and return to Yunzhou. The extra money would be natural Give it back to Gaga.

So he can't go on Thursday. He has to watch the student competition on Friday and can't make it on Saturday.

He thought so. He thought that this time when he came to Kyoto, he would pass by Master Mu's gallery, but he didn't expect that he would bump into Master Mu during dinner at night.

No, to be precise, Master Mu actually invited him to dinner.

Jia Jia made an appointment with him to the Dexin Building, the most famous hotel in Kyoto. When he heard the name of this hotel, he resisted a little, "It's not like you, a kid, you have two dollars in your hand and you don't know how to spend it, right? You know this restaurant How expensive are restaurants? A few cents per kilogram of vegetables can be sold for double digits, and a piece of fish can be sold for three digits. I am your teacher and no one else. I really want to treat me to dinner. The mutton noodles in front of your school are quite good. good."

Song Qingping made a lot of money, but he was really reluctant to spend it on himself. Booking him a five-star hotel is enough to make him feel luxurious, but then going to such an expensive restaurant to eat will do nothing.

Mu Jiawen was helpless. She still had two questions left to complete. She called Song Qingping to ask him to go first. Who knew this old man was so arrogant.

He could only say, "It was my mother who wanted to treat you to a meal. I didn't have time to tell you that I was adopted by the original family and was found by my biological mother after I arrived in Kyoto. She heard that you were coming and wanted to treat you to a meal. . Don’t worry, she has money and can afford it.”

Song Qingping was a little surprised, but he quickly figured it out. Liu Meng, Jia Jia's art teacher at Jianghai Middle School, has said before that Jia Jia's parents were not very good to her and she was selling paintings to earn tuition.

Such an excellent and highly intelligent child is not loved. I can't think of any other explanation other than that he is not my biological child.

And when Jia Jia's biological mother invited him to dinner, it was really hard to refuse.

As for changing hotels, you are a guest, can you still be picky? But at the same time, it also shows that Jia Jia’s mother still attaches great importance to him, a teacher who has not taught Jia Jia for a few days.

Song Qingping and Huang Kai took a taxi to Dexin Building. The two told the waiter the name of the box at the door. When they walked in, Huang Kai was still muttering to Song Qingping in a low voice, "Teacher, my junior sister's home is definitely not simple. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to treat us to dinner at a restaurant of this caliber, right? If she hadn’t gotten lost when she was a child, wouldn’t she have become famous by now? Maybe she could jump a few levels in a row.”

"Okay," Song Qingping couldn't help but interrupt him and said impatiently, "You've been talking about it all the way and you're still talking. There are no ifs in life. How to go can only depend on the present. Also, about Jia Jia. If she doesn’t take the initiative to tell you, don’t ask around.”

Huang Kai was quite curious. He originally planned to wait for the junior sister to come over and ask her, but now that the teacher said this, he had to give up the idea.

The two followed the waiter to the second floor, turned a corner and reached the private room with the word "bamboo" in it. They knocked on the door politely, and then helped Song Qingping and the others push the door open when they heard the sound inside.

"Teacher Song, right?"

Mu Chenyan was talking to Su Qiang about the gallery in the private room. When she heard a knock on the door, she stood up quickly, and Su Qiang stood up with her.

She moved the chair behind her, walked to the door and shook hands with Song Qingping politely, "Hello, I am Jia Jia's biological mother, Mu Chenyan."

He couldn't remember how Song Qingping stretched out his hand. I just remember that I was stunned for a long time when I looked at Mu Chenyan's face, and it wasn't until Huang Kai pinched him from behind that he came back to his senses.

"Master Mumu?"

Although the two are about the same age, their achievements in the painting world are completely different. To put it simply, when Mu Chenyan became famous, he was still studying painting hard in school.

Of course Song Qingping knew Mu Chenyan. He also came to the Chinese painting competition last year, and Mu Chenyan was the chief judge at that time.

This face of hers couldn't be more familiar.

So when he entered the door just now, he thought he had made a mistake and entered Master Mu's private room by mistake, until Mu Chenyan said that she was Jia Jia's biological mother. It was like a dream.

Song Qingping was quite embarrassed about Mu Chenyan's polite treatment.

"Master Mu, actually I didn't teach Jiajia anything. She was enlightened beforehand and had great talent. Even when she became her teacher later, I only gave her a little guidance. Some of her paintings were even better than mine. I Everyone can learn a thing or two from her paintings.”

"Then you are also her teacher. Once a teacher, you will always be a father. This will never change. What's more, you are not only her teacher. When she was still in Jianghai Middle School and had not left Jianglin Village, you helped her sell paintings. It gave her hope and courage. You may not know that if you hadn't accepted her paintings, she might have been stuck in that small place and might not have been able to get admitted to Kyoto."

Mu Chenyan did not exaggerate this point. Her first painting that Song Qingping bought from Liu Meng really gave Mu Jiawen light and dawn.

Knowing that his paintings can be sold for money, he has the capital to leave Jianglin Village and the Song family.

Therefore, she has always been grateful to Liu Meng and Song Qingping.

Three updates!

Today is finally over before school