"Maybe we have to call the police..."

If the scholar had not been amazed by the painting he modified, he might have called the police.

If a stranger suddenly appears at his home, anyone will call the police, right?

But if the other party can draw such a beautiful painting, he believes that the other party is not a bad person.

"Hey, then why did you appear in my warehouse?"

Zhou Yao turned around and looked.

He really can't think about this-

"……teacher?"

The place where the scholar was standing was empty.

......

Zhou Yao turned around and looked around.

He was the only one left in the warehouse.

"teacher?"

"teacher?!"

Zhou Yao became anxious.

Why is the teacher missing?

He clearly agreed to teach him how to draw...

...

"When will you learn to draw? Come here."

...

"teacher!"

Zhou Yao suddenly turned his head.

Still seeing nothing.

But his heart, which had been beating rapidly before because he couldn't find the teacher, relaxed.

The anxiety on his face faded away.

The teacher didn't say anything and didn't keep his word.

only……

"Teacher, don't you want to see my grandparents?"

“…”

No response.

Zhou Yao waited for a while.

After all, I gave up.

He opened the door to the warehouse.

The afterglow of the setting sun pours down.

Zhou Yao narrowed his eyes slightly.

...

"Yaoyao."

The old lady waved to the boy who saw him, "I'm just about to call you."

"Come for dinner."

Zhou Yao turned around and looked inside the warehouse.

The crowded warehouse is a day-to-day routine.

It was different in Zhou Yao's eyes.

The painting that the teacher corrected was still on the drawing board.

The afterglow of sunset is seen through the small window above.

Cover the drawing board below.

The flowers smeared under the setting sun became more and more real.

......

"Yaoyao, what are you looking at?"

The old man urged his grandson to "eat first."

"If you have something to do, wait until you finish your meal."

Zhou Yao withdrew his gaze.

"Here you come."

...

From now on, Zhou Yao would go to the warehouse and learn to draw with his teacher whenever he had time.

The two old men shook their heads in confusion as they looked at the child's hurriedly leaving.

"Why is this kid always going to the warehouse recently?"

The old man looked puzzled.

"Why is it the same as when I was a kid?"

At that time, Zhou Yao discovered the warehouse for the first time, which was extremely strange. Just like now, he would go to the warehouse whenever he had time.

It is called taking risks.

He didn't understand what is the risk of a small warehouse?

He was kicked by the old woman after he said this.

What's the truth about him and a child?

......

"If you are curious, just ask."

The old lady smiled and narrowed her eyes.

"The weather is hot these days, and we don't like turning on the air conditioner. Yaoyao's child feels hot, so let's go to the warehouse to cool down."

"oh oh."

The old man accepted this explanation.

He murmured, "Now children are spoiled. They need to be cold air conditioners in summer and hot air conditioners in winter. They can't stand the low temperature or high temperature at all."

"Who made them catch up with a good era?"

The old lady glared at the old man slightly, "So too."

"If the child really wants to open it, just open it for him."

"Otherwise, do you put the air conditioner in our room as a decoration?"

“It’s not good to stay in the air-conditioned room for a long time…”

Seeing the old lady glaring at me again, the old man hurriedly replied, "I understand, I understand."

...

"teacher!"

Seeing the familiar figure beside the drawing board, Zhou Yao showed a big smile on his face.

"Look."

He hurriedly took out the paintings he had drawn during class from his schoolbag.

Just a pencil sketch.

"How is this painting?"
Chapter completed!