"Good grandma." Qingyao called.
The old lady's eyes immediately bent down with a smile, and she looked at her, "What's wrong, honey?"
"I would like a black pen or rollerball pen, and a sketchbook. Do you have any at home?" Qingyao asked.
"Wait a moment." The old lady waved to the housekeeper and told Qingyao what she wanted.
The housekeeper said respectfully: "Okay, I'll go look for you right away."
While Qingyao was eating a snack, the housekeeper came back.
She took the sketchbook and pen, placed them on the coffee table next to the old lady, opened the notebook and started drawing.
The old lady looked over with interest.
After a while, a cartoon character with a big head and a small body appeared vividly in the middle of the drawing paper. A woman next to him immediately exclaimed: "Isn't this you, Mom? The painting is really lifelike!"
The old lady smiled and continued reading. Soon, a small comic version of Qingyao with the same Q was sitting next to the old lady.
As Qingyao continued to paint, more party scenes appeared in the painting.
She concentrated on it, her hands were fast, and she drew several pages in a short time.
"This is a drawing of the birthday party, just like a comic book!"
"The paintings are so good, every character looks so similar!"
When Qingyao finally finished the painting, the old lady took the painting book over and smiled from ear to ear, "Baby, is this for me?"
Qingyao: "Of course, this is your birthday gift."
The old lady gave her a thumbs up and said, "This birthday gift is interesting. Baby, you put some thought into it."
At this time, many people came over to watch.
"Oh, you are so smart. My Hao also studied art. Why have I never seen him draw such cute things..."
One of the girls who came over snorted, one of the two girls who had just laughed at Qing Yao.
"You guys are exaggerating. It's just a simple cartoon. It's so amazing. Grandma, those famous paintings you collected are priceless. They are not hundreds of times better than this kind of thing!"
The old lady clicked her tongue, "This girl is asking for a beating. How do you measure her feelings? You said it so lightly. Then I'll give you a chance. Now you can draw me a similar book. Even if the painting is one tenth better, I will treat it as a treasure. Collect it, after all, it’s my granddaughter who has a future, so I didn’t spend money on training her in vain.”
"Grandma, you are going too far. Why should I compete with her?"
The girl dances and the others laugh.
At this time, the old lady asked Qingyao: "Baby, are you still in college? Are you majoring in art?"
Suddenly asked about her major, Qingyao paused for two seconds and said slowly: "No, I majored in marketing."
Zhu Meishuang's eyes widened and she turned to Lin Chongyi in disbelief: "Isn't she a Chinese major?"
Lin Chongyi didn't react, "Ah? Isn't it?"
"marketing?"
Only then did the old lady really have a different feeling about this girl. She smiled and said, "Although this major sounds bad, it is actually very difficult. You, a girl, are actually interested."
Qingyao: "I'm just going to study randomly. Grandma, it's a little late. I want to say goodbye to you."
"Really? I feel like you haven't had much fun." The old lady said regretfully, "Are you really going back?"
Qingyao: "Yeah."
Old lady: "Then come and play again when you have time, and draw a sequel for me next time!"
Only then did Qingyao show a sincere smile, "Okay."
Because it can be seen that the old lady somewhat likes her gift, and maybe in this hall, the old lady is the only person who is happy because of her tonight.
…
When Qingyao left the hall, Chu Huaian followed and said, "I'll see you off."
She ignored him and just walked forward.
Chu Huaian followed her for a few steps, and Lin Yanzhi chased after her, "Brother Huaian!"
Chu Huaian's footsteps were obviously sluggish, and Qingyao's eyes suddenly turned cold and she walked faster.
But Chu Huaian didn't follow him again.
Qingyao walked away, standing in the night feeling heartbroken.
I really regretted it, why did she care about Chu Huaian that night... She was already lost, but now even her body was marked.
She took out her mobile phone and called the driver, but she didn't expect the driver to say doubtfully: "Didn't my wife tell you? I'm already off work."
Qingyao was stunned.
In such a villa area, I don’t know how far I have to walk to find a bus and subway station.
Similarly, online ride-hailing is not easy to get.
She was silent for a while, then stepped forward.
I was already in a bad mood and had nothing to do with my energy, so I might as well take a walk.
However, after just a few steps, an arrogant brown Porsche supercar barely missed her clothes and stopped.
