Several painters were having a heated discussion there, and Mu Xingzhi showed no intention of stopping them. He even slowly picked up the teacup and took a sip lazily.
"I'm telling you!" Su Qingluan quietly moved to the side of Mu Xingzhi's wheelchair and tapped the armrest of his wheelchair with her fingers, "I'm still your subordinate after all, why don't you care?"
Mu Xingzhi looked innocent: "They just respect their teachers and admire your ability from the bottom of their hearts, so they want to make up for the apprenticeship ceremony. Why should I stop you?"
Su Qingluan glanced at him: This person definitely did it on purpose.
After spending time with Mu Xingzhi for a long time, Su Qingluan faintly noticed that underneath this person's handsome appearance, there was a wicked soul that always popped up from time to time. Although most of the time this guy is harmless, sometimes he feels quite evil-minded.
For example, now, Su Qingluan felt that Mu Xingzhi was definitely aware of her embarrassment, but this guy deliberately stayed on the sidelines just to watch the fun.
The apprenticeship ceremony was still being discussed over there. Su Qingluan heard that in addition to offering tea, he had to kneel down and so on. He quickly waved his hands and shook his head wildly: "I appreciate everyone's kindness. There is no need for the apprenticeship ceremony or anything like that?!"
Su Qingluan felt like she was losing her life by having a group of elders who were old enough to be her father salute and kneel down to him. In her previous life, she was just a little bitch and couldn't accept such a big gift.
But again, the other party and Su Qingluan were obviously not in the same brain circuit. After hearing Su Qingluan's words, one or two of them showed indignant or disappointed and sad expressions: "Ms. Su refused because we made rude remarks before. Forgive me?"
"Or do you think my painting skills are too low to be worthy of being taught by Mrs. Su?"
Su Qingluan had a lawsuit on his head. At this time, he heard someone ask: "When you were studying with the gentleman who taught painting skills, didn't you also bow to the teacher? Why can't we do the same?"
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed through her mind like a primary school student with the god of death—or rather, she found a trick to deceive her—
"Actually, my master is a free and uninhibited person, so he didn't let me perform the apprenticeship ceremony."
When Mu Xingzhi heard Su Qingluan's words, he stopped slightly while drinking tea and glanced at Su Qingluan without any trace, but no one present noticed, including Su Qingluan himself.
She recalled the teacher who taught her sketching in her previous life, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth slightly: using "free and uninhibited" to describe that person was really showing mercy.
To be more precise, that guy was a tongue-tied monster. Although he was good at drawing, he was too imaginative and refused to cater to the market according to Party A’s father’s requirements. Therefore, until she died of illness in her previous life, although she was still the same The man had connections, but learned he had been tepid in his career.
As for his daily indiscriminate complaints against all students, it left an indelible shadow on Su Qingluan's young mind -
"Haha, if I catch a dog and crawl it, it will look better than yours."
"I didn't even know that the sleeves of your clothes are used to create shadow effects?"
"This kind of light source can actually create such fantastic light and shadow effects. In fact, this sketch is in a fantasy style, right?"
...Forget it, although this guy was one of the few friends who was willing to financially support her after she fell ill, Su Qingluan still felt that recalling this teacher's words was not friendly to her blood pressure and heart.
In short, after moving out of the "master's" "convention" of not serving tea, Su Qingluan said that she also wanted to "obey the teacher's instructions" and not pay attention to external forms, as long as her heart came to her.
"It's hard to see that Master actually admires Lao Zhuang's theory." Someone lamented.
After hearing this, Su Qingluan's face was full of dark thoughts: No, it's just that in our era, except for some traditional industries, there was no "apprenticeship ceremony".
But she didn't dare to explain anything, so she could only go along with the flow and respond.
After using up all the efforts of the nine cows and two tigers, Su Qingluan finally gave up the intention of these people to perform apprenticeship ceremony for her.
After a few people left, Su Qingluan seemed to have been drained of his soul, and he sat slumped on the wooden armchair beside him, very imageless.
But Su Qingluan didn't care about her image anymore - she had died in front of Mu Xingzhi so many times anyway, she wasn't afraid of being bitten by lice, and she wasn't afraid of being bitten by debts - she just wanted to be quiet.
Mu Xingzhi admired Su Qingluan's blank expression with interest for a moment, then handed over a cup of hot tea.
Su Qingluan blew and took a sip: "Huh? Honey is added to it?" As expected, sweetness is the most healing taste for fatigue. The sweet taste slowly flowed down the throat, and Su Qingluan felt as if she was alive again. coming.
"Seeing that you look very tired, I just asked Songbo to prepare." Mu Xingzhi smiled slightly.
"Thank you, Uncle Song!" Su Qingluan thanked him in a brisk tone, took another sip of honey water, felt the sweet taste, and narrowed his eyes happily.
Ah, the healing effects of this sweet drink under extreme mental exhaustion are multiplied.
This feeling is so wonderful. The warm autumn sunshine outside shines gently on my shoulders, adding a layer of warmth to the slightly cool air. Plus, holding the slightly sweet honey water in my hands, I feel so refreshed for a while. Qingluan just wanted to spread out on the chair like this and do nothing.
Just when she was so relaxed and comfortable, Mu Xingzhi asked a seemingly casual question from next to her: "What kind of person is the teacher who teaches Qingluan painting skills?"
Mu Xingzhi's tone was very ordinary, just like chatting every day, so it did not arouse Su Qingluan's alertness at all. She breathed a sigh of relief and said: "He has a bad mouth, but he is a very nice person... …”
Halfway through her words, she suddenly realized: "Su Daya" must have "lost her memory due to a high fever", so someone like her shouldn't remember the past, including who the teacher who taught the skills was. !
With her mind spinning, Su Qingluan continued on by herself: "My character would rather be bent than bent, and I would be sloppy every day - what do you think, do these adjectives fit the image of a 'loose, unconventional and unconventional' person?" Although I don’t remember what the person who gave me the painting skills looked like, but if it is a person who is unwilling to accept the kneeling ceremony, according to my imagination, this is the person.”
Su Qingluan's heart was uneasy and beating wildly.
She wasn't sure whether Mu Xingzhi's question was a deliberate test or an unintentional mention. After all, the other party's attitude was too casual and natural, but the timing was perfectly mastered - it was a moment when she relaxed after being extremely nervous. , there is almost no defensive moment.
It's like waiting for the moment when the psychological defense is weak to suddenly ask a heart-wrenching question.
