Mysterious President, Limited Pampering

The reason why she felt the most about this tree was that when he drew it, she was just beside him and had the privilege to observe the birth of a new and interesting soul. Because of this, she still remembered what the tree looked like at that time.

If we have to make a comparison between the real object and the painting, this tree is far less desolate than that in Xiaotang's painting. However, looking at it, Gu youyou feels that maybe this is the original appearance of this tree.

They didn't see clearly, they didn't see through.

If there are eyes that can find beauty in this world, Xiaotang is the one that can find sadness and pain.

It's not something to be proud of. I believe he thinks so.

"Can you draw a picture for me?" After reading these words, Gu youyou handed over the picture album to Xiao Tang. In his eyes, there was not a trace of abnormality and examination. Inexplicably, his heart calmed down.

Xiaotang looks at Gu youyou and seems to be identifying the truth of her words. Here, basically no one will take the initiative to talk to him, let alone ask him to draw. It's the first time.

Originally, he didn't want to coax this woman. Although, as early as when she came in, he thought that she was very beautiful, but the more beautiful she was, the more terrible she was.

This sentence, no one told him, but has been branded in his heart, can not forget.

He deliberately ignored her in order to let her retreat. In recent years, some outsiders approached him under the banner of love, saying that they were enlightening him. However, he did not feel any psychological problems. In the final analysis, those people just wanted to use his name and story to write some illusory words that could attract people's attention.

But later, he found that when the man looked at himself, his eyes would unconsciously show a touch of tenderness. In the tenderness, there seemed to be a fragile and strong soul.

He changed his attitude for this interesting soul.

His name is Lu qiutang. He is 12 years old. He likes his life very much. If he has to find out what he is dissatisfied with, he thinks that his heart is too mature.

A mature child is not like a 12-year-old child. He knows that many adults have different views on him and can distinguish between good intentions and evil thoughts, because he once hid in the darkest corner and listened to the voices that people did not want to listen to.

Although, he does not want to, but, who will care?

Perhaps the woman's devotion when she took over the picture album from her own hands pleased him, or the brightness of the woman's most popular smile warmed him. He decided to meet the woman's requirements and make a painting for her.

"What do you want me to draw?" Xiaotang asks Gu youyou. However, without waiting for Gu youyou to answer, he has pulled out his pencil and turned the album to a new page. At the bottom of the paper, he writes a line: "gift, today's meeting.".

It's hard to imagine that such a young child, with such a tender and delicate voice, can say such old words.

It's hard to imagine that such a small child has such a beautiful and unique mind.

Even more unimaginable is that Gu youyou thought that Xiaotang's painting was so good, and his writing should be very beautiful, but until he saw his handwriting on the paper, Gu youyou actually felt gratified.

Finally, he looks a little like a child. This standard young round font can write a sentence with a very artistic conception and a very small freshness to pieces, just like he has just experienced the turbulence of space and has been distorted by life.

At the moment, her mood is still happy. At least, she doesn't feel as depressed as she just looked at Xiaotang's picture album.

The smile was naturally seen by Xiaotang himself. Although the hand holding the pen was still calm and steady, the reddish ears betrayed his true emotion and he was shy.

No way, who let him learn not many words? Once upon a time, he had been studying for several years, but later, when he came back here, his condition did not allow him to go back to the school.

It's not that he doesn't want to talk, it's just that there are no people who are willing to talk.

"Draw what?" To divert his attention, he can only hide his differences in this way.

"How about painting myself? Is it difficult? " Gu youyou is afraid that Xiaotang won't agree, so he uses the method of provocation. But he doesn't know that Xiaotang has decided to agree to her request and will do it.

Xiaotang smell speech, raised his head, looked at Gu you one eye, but oh Hu will no longer pay attention to her, no matter what Gu you say, never heard his response.

However, looking at his little hand holding a pencil, doodling on the paper, Gu youyou is still somewhat gratified. At least this time, Xiaotang did not refuse himself, did he?

This is a good start. Don't worry. She has plenty of time. Take your time.

The place where they sit is usually a small cushion prepared by the dean for the children's meeting. Although it's cool outside, they have a tacit understanding in their hearts. At the same time, they paddle a warm current, but a child doesn't know it yet.

Their shoulders are very close to each other. Xiaotang doesn't ask Gu youyou to make a gesture. He just leans sideways from time to time, looks up at Gu Youyou, and then continues to immerse himself in his paintings. With the speed of sketching, Gu youyou is sure that some of the students who have passed the college entrance examination may not be able to catch up with him. Moreover, the quality of the sketching is very good, Although Gu youyou's level is not professional, he has been influenced by many arts.

What she can see is that these paintings, although in many places they are still slightly immature and not handled in a delicate way, have their own unique ways of expression. They may not belong to any of the current schools, but they are not inferior to any of the current schools.

In time, if we give him the chance, there will be a talented young man in the future Chinese painting world.

Thinking of Xiaotang's previous experience mentioned to him by the Dean before, Gu can't help feeling that every master in every field has to go through such a tragic experience before he makes achievements?

The so-called decorate life with suffering, bloom talent with tenacity.

Just as Gu youyou was thinking about life and the success of his predecessors, Xiaotang's painting was finished. It took 23 minutes, including the time for Gu youyou and his exploration.

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