I'm a Light Novel Master in Japan

After all, the old man in front of her, twenty years later, will be able to see the characters in the history books... As an ordinary person, can she not be nervous?

However, Mashiro's grandfather is not as magical as Monet and Cezanne in the history books. After he met, he always expressed his gratitude to Nanami for taking care of his granddaughter.

This afternoon, when Li Yan was picking up cats near the street outside, he accidentally bumped into Mashiro's grandfather who came to Japan, and a young girl who accompanied Mashiro's grandfather.

Under this coincidence, he took the two to the apartment building where Mashiro lived. At the door of 605, Rita and Nanami, who were resting on Saturday, went out to greet them.

Li Yan noticed that Rita's expression was very heavy. After he heard what Rita told him, he was not at all happy because of the meeting between the grandfather and grandson. He even became a little worried. It made him worry even more.

"Teacher, and..."

Rita was very respectful to Mashiro's grandfather. After shouting, she turned her head to the cute European girl in purple dress and long gray-black hair, her expression turned cold.

"Good afternoon, Rita."

This beautiful and lovely European girl smiled slightly, not paying attention to Rita's face at all, and said with a smile.

"Why did you come here?" Rita asked, seeming to be very unwelcoming.

This young girl came to her, and the steps she took were the toes touching the bottom first, with light footsteps, like a girl in a dance, elegant and had an indescribable sense of aristocracy, but she seemed to be the After the nobility, the family background is much more prominent than Shiina's grandfather. Her eyes were cold, approaching Mashiro, and she stared at Mashiro's clear eyes and said, "I didn't come here, Rita, this time It's our teacher, Master Henry invited me to come and see you and Shinshiro."

Master Henry...

Li Yan listened quietly, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous in his heart.

The old man beside him was the artist who once chatted with Li Yan in the museum and trained a sixteen-year-old world-class painter, Shiina Mashiro's maternal grandfather, the British national treasure painter Mr. Henry P. Thompson.

Oxford University's library of art publications, as well as the circle of art students, no one does not know this name.

Rita was shocked, and finally, she couldn't help sighing, and said to her teacher: "You are here too, it seems that Mr. Henry is serious this time..."

"Because this is an agreement between me and Ms. Shiina Mashiro."

The old man showed a kind smile, looked at Rita and the others with a pair of piercing eyes that were different from his age, and spoke in a sentimental tone, as if he was speaking humorous and relaxed words.

Holding his cane, he took a few steps, looked up at the apartment building, and said, "This is a really nice place, isn't it, Morgana?"

"Yes, teacher." The purple-haired girl nodded and said with a smile.

She also looked up and said, "Your granddaughter, the place where Ms. Shiina Mashiro created, will definitely be able to create works that you are satisfied with."

As she said that, the girl named Mo Jiana turned her head to look at Li Yan. Li Yan was stunned for a moment, and she showed a sweet smile, as if she was paying special attention to Li Yan.

"..."

Li Yan didn't quite understand what she meant, since they had just met each other, why did they suddenly pay so much attention to him as an oriental, the British are notoriously xenophobic, and generally don't like squinting oriental people.

Rita's face became worse and worse. Finally, she stood up and said in front of the teacher, "Mr. Henry, can we talk?"

"Rita, what do you want to talk about?" the old man asked.

"If you can... Then, can you let Shinshiro live the life she wants?" Rita lowered her head and was silent for a while before she said to the teacher.

This time, everyone fell silent and looked at the old man wearing a hat.

"suddenly……"

The old man quietly looked at this building, the place where his granddaughter was trapped, a genius destined to be famous through the ages, this apartment building was full of light colors, and his face showed a trace of his own. Consider.

"Rita, do you know... Zhenbai is my granddaughter and my only descendant. God brought the most beautiful angel to me, but... God, does he really love his creation?"

The old man stood under the sky, holding a cane, surrounded by grass, muttering to himself.

"This is what she promised me, and the painter must have a bet that only a painter can make, isn't it?"

"The job of a painter is still crazy... lonely."

This sentence, Li Yan sounded a little horrified.

He turned his face and looked at the old man. For some reason, he saw the figure of a talented girl who did not eat the fireworks of the world, did not know the warmth of the world, and was like a snow-white puppet...

When he heard this sentence, he also seemed to think... the former true white seemed to be quite crazy. When he didn't touch comics, he loved oil painting so madly.

Master Henry said meaningfully: "These are all her perseverance over the years. When this child is happy, it is also very painful... So I came to see her paintings."

"Mr. Holmes, do you understand?"

Having said that, the old man asked Li Yan jokingly.

"..."

Li Yan was stunned for a moment.

He suddenly realized something.

What are you hiding from them...

"Okay, show me the work she left you."

Master Henry's wrinkled face showed a smile and said to Rita.

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It was getting late.

Li Yan was standing not far from the door of Room 605, keeping an eye on the situation inside the room.

"..."