sweet strawberry love

Chapter 977 Mrs. Chief, Naturally You Can't Live Too Badly

The person Sheng Ying came to visit today was Yang Lanzhi, a master in the art world.

Yang Lanzhi was an art teacher at Imperial University when she was young, and the paintings she created during her time won many awards and even became famous abroad.

Each of her paintings can sell for tens of millions, and all the students she teaches are accomplished in the art industry.

Even now that he is retired, there are many people who come here because of his reputation and want to learn from him.

However, Yang Lanzhi's apprenticeship is more Buddhist, and he doesn't accept a thousand dollars if his eyes are not in harmony.

All these news were learned by Sheng Ying through the outside world.

When she was young, Yang Lanzhi was her art teacher, and it was she who discovered her talent and brought her into this circle. She was given the title of talented art girl and turned her into a person who could match Shangguan Yi. Talented beauty.

She is very grateful to Yang Lanzhi for giving her a helping hand when no one recognized her.

It's just a pity that she finally let the teacher down.

Going straight ahead, walking through a cobblestone path, passing through the corridor, Sheng Ying saw a woman wearing a light blue jacquard buttoned long cotton coat standing in front of the mahogany table in the main hall, painting.

If it weren't for her gray hair, it would be impossible to tell from her fresh, elegant and detached temperament that she is already an old man in her 70s.

Her movements were smooth, and Sheng Ying knew that the teacher didn't like others to disturb her when she was painting, so she stood in the yard and waited.

There are several Aomei trees planted in the yard, the buds are open, and they bloom proudly in the cold winter.

Ten minutes later, Yang Lanzhi put down the paintbrush, picked up a wet towel next to her, and wiped off the colored juice on her hands.

She glanced at Sheng Ying, "What are you doing standing there in the yard, isn't it cold?"

Sheng Ying didn't move, "It's okay."

"I don't know what your temperament is?" Yang Lanzhi glanced at her angrily, "Come in and enjoy the fire!"

When Sheng Ying was young, her bones were poor, and her hands and feet were cold in winter.

Now that she has given birth to a child, looking at her frail appearance, I'm afraid her physique is even worse.

After getting the answer, Sheng Ying lifted her foot and walked in. She sat on the low stool beside her, and stretched out her slender white hands in front of the stove to warm up.

Yang Lanzhi sat across from her, looked at her for a while, and then asked, "How have you been all these years?"

"Fortunately."

"Madam Chief, of course you can't live too badly."

There was irony in Yang Lanzhi's voice, Sheng Ying pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "Teacher, I'm very sorry for what happened back then."

"What is there to be sorry for?"

Yang Lanzhi leaned on the rocking chair, sighed faintly, and said like an exclamation: "When something happened to you back then, you didn't think of coming to find me as a teacher, but chose to hide, which is enough to prove that you only regard me as your teacher. "

Sheng Ying didn't know that she was her most proud little disciple.

Not only because of her talent in painting, but also because Sheng Ying deserves to be loved.

She devoted her whole life to her career. She thought at the time that it didn't matter if Sheng Ying was abandoned by her indifferent family, she would take her in and love her as her own daughter.

But when she went to look for her, Sheng Ying had already left, and it had been more than ten years since she left.

Sheng Ying hurriedly explained, "No, you are not just a teacher in my heart."

(End of this chapter)