Reborn Cultural Empire

128. Not understood

No matter what, when Fujioka Ce left three days later, the child named Noya stayed by Yang Yi's side in the end. For the past three days, this child has been following Yang Yi, and he couldn't get rid of him no matter what.

But other than the fact that it looks like brown sugar, this kid whose full name is Yun Yeya is actually very polite in other respects, he does whatever he asks, and he has never been self-willed and playful, which made Yang Yi put it down a little. some worry.

"Are you staying in a hotel? Or renting a house by yourself?" Yang Yi couldn't bear to let such a young child, a foreigner, live alone in a foreign country, but he really didn't have any extra rooms in his house, so he could only go first. That's it.

Yun Yemi first looked at Yang Yi evasively with reserved eyes, and after confirming that he was not joking, he mustered up his courage: "Can't brother Yang Yi take me in? I can also pay your rent."

Yang Yi was really surprised for a long time that the child could speak Chinese.

Although the pronunciation is weird, and I have to stutter to speak a complete sentence, but I can barely communicate.

Do you think I look like someone short of money?There is really no place for you!

Originally, he wanted to blurt out a sentence, but seeing that he was still begging in embarrassment even though he had a sense of distance from him, Yang Yi couldn't bear to say it, and instead asked a question: "How old are you?"

"Ten...fourteen."

"Why don't you go to school? If you don't go to school at this age, your Uncle Fujioka will be in trouble!"

The voice became even smaller: "Before... because of depression... before, I applied for a suspension of school."

Yang Yi waved his hand helplessly, and suddenly thought of a place, didn't this kid want to come and learn manga?Isn't Su Wan's place just right? They are all painting lovers, so they should have some common language.

And one doesn't like to talk, and the other can't talk.

In fact, what Yang Yi wants to ask most now is whether this child named Yun Yemi is a boy or a girl?But I always feel that it is inappropriate to ask such a question, it looks a little hurtful, and he or she?He also suffers from mild depression. If he is stimulated by something, he can't explain it.

Such a small child, whether male or female, will not cause trouble to Su Wan?

So I had lunch at Su Wan's house that day. The girl was not unhappy about Yunye Mi's arrival. On the contrary, she rarely showed comfort and kindness. Mother Su complained.

Su Wan's mother liked the child from this island country very much, and after hearing about Yuno Mi's situation, she hugged the child with great sympathy: "I live here with Auntie. , a little guy like you, how can you feel at ease living outside alone!"

After dinner, the troubles around him were solved smoothly. Yang Yi originally planned to follow the manager of Siyue's public relations department, the woman who insisted on calling her Aunt Ding, to see the purchase of various books, and to meet his own in the evening. Several senior executives.

But just as he was about to step out of the door, Su Wan received a call, which forced Yang Yi to stop.

"Is it Xiaowan? Have you eaten?"

Su Wan's voice didn't seem to have changed much, but those who knew her well could hear a little nervousness under the calm: "Hello, teacher, I've eaten."

Shen Songzhi on the other end of the phone hummed: "Why haven't you come to attend classes these days? Isn't your New Year's Day activities already over?"

Some pale lips fluttered a few times, and finally apologized softly: "I'm sorry, teacher, I..."

As soon as Yang heard Shen Songzhi's voice here, he quickly prepared to answer the phone to help Su Wan explain, but the old man over there snorted twice: "Did you run around with Luan Yang Yi again every day? Are you still helping him with that ridiculous cartoon?"

The old man's words actually made Su Wan calm down the tension in her heart. She blinked at Yang Yi's gaze, and then explained in a low voice, "It's not the teacher, it's me..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Yi pulled out the phone.

This silly girl doesn't even look at who she's talking to. Is it so easy to get in Shen Songzhi's door? If the old man is upset, what should I do if I clean up the door in a fit of anger?

"Mr. Shen, Grandpa Shen, it's my fault. It's all because I'm dragging Su Wan to make a fuss. I'll send her to you right now."

Hearing a noncommittal snort, Yang Yi hurriedly hung up the phone, dragged Su Wan to the old man's studio by the side of Xiuhu Lake.

The charm of Xiuhu Lake in winter is not diminished. Compared with summer, the lake water is clearer. Weeping willows have a little reddish-brown spores rushing out early, waiting for the spring to stir up.

This is an ordinary scene full of vitality.

In the courtyard in Ningcui Garden of Xiuhu Lake, the old man was splashing ink in the courtyard. After Yang Yisuwan arrived under the guidance of his assistant, they acted as if they hadn’t seen it at all. After more than half of the painting was completed, Shen Songzhi raised his head.

When he saw Su Wan, his eyes glowed with joy, and when he saw Yang Yi next to the girl, his expression sank.

Not counting the "official students" when he was the principal of the party school, he only said that during the years when he retired, in art and painting, Shen Songzhi also took in more than ten disciples.

However, there is still no one who can inherit the mantle of the old man. In fact, there have been a few disciples during this period. Whether it is painting techniques or artistic conception, they have all reached the goal Shen Songzhi expected. Two Shen Songzhi, but that student took the route of university administration, leaving the old man's careful cultivation in vain.

At first, I was a little disheartened, thinking that I would bring all my skills to the earth in this life, but in the end I ran into Su Wan.

This persistent, even obstinate, and very spirited girl became the last hope of the old man to pass on the mantle.

It can be said that Shen Songzhi valued Su Wan very much.

"Xiaowan is my student, why are you here again?" The old man deliberately put on a tiger face, although he has always had a good impression of Yang Yi, but he is not going to let him go for the crime of misleading his precious disciple today. Too young.

What comics do you want to do, old man, I won't stop you, but what's the matter with dragging my apprentice into the water?It's fine once or twice, she is so busy that she doesn't even have time to study normally.

what is moneyHave you made enough money?

With the intention of beating Yang Yi in his heart, he became more determined. After reprimanding Yang Yi, he didn't listen to his explanation and nodded to Su Wan: "Go and finish this painting."

Seeing Su Wan's surprised and hesitant look, Shen Songzhi smiled even more kindly: "Write down casually, don't have any scruples, just draw whatever you want."

Yang Yi gulped up his saliva, swallowed it again, and then stood obediently by the side.

Although I am very envious of this painting, but right now, I have obviously offended the old man, so I don't dare to talk too much.

"You sent Xiao Wan here, why don't you leave?"

Shen Songzhi does not have the sour air of an old pedant, but he is not the strict orthodox old science professor. If he insists on comparing him with an image, he is like an old urchin who plays games in the world.

But such a person is the most difficult to deal with once he deliberately commits awkwardness.

"Grandpa Shen!" Yang Yi smiled helplessly, no matter how casual and lazy he is, there is no good way to chase people away when encountering this kind of old man, he can only pretend to be pitiful Mutually.

This old man, when we first met in Zhiweiju, he was still a child, and he wanted to make himself a friend of the year.Now that you have a caring disciple, the referrer will forget about it.

"Don't pretend to be pitiful, what should you do?" Shen Songzhi stared back.

But after looking at it, he felt that the child was really pitiful, so he turned around and said, "It's fine to stay, and I'm not allowed to drag Xiao Wan to engage in your comics in the future!"

Yang Yi frowned, feeling helpless in his heart, a master like Shen Songzhi who had been immersed in the field of traditional Chinese painting for a lifetime, of course, would look down on cartoons read by children.

But firstly, these people maintain their own identities, and secondly, they are there because they have cultivated their temperament, and they will not criticize comics for no reason.

But Yang Yi really scratched Shen Songzhi's sore spot this time. A student he was optimistic about before gave up his pursuit of painting for the sake of power. Is he going to see another student who abandoned his ideals and pursuits for money?

Although he knew that Su Wan would probably not be like this, he was afraid of what might happen, Shen Songzhi, who had been bitten by a snake once, refused to let down his vigilance.

"Is it okay to have free time?" Yang Yi moaned, a little speechless.

Not long ago, I was delighted because "Yunhuang" has successfully influenced the readers of the island country and the children in China subtly, but now the revolution is far from successful, so is it going to be slapped in the face?