After a moment of stunned silence, Changen tilted his head and began to think.

Since Lord Xiao Xiao asked this...

......

"Do you have no impression of him?"

Xiao Xiao looked at Zhou Yao.

The words were said to Changen.

"You taught him how to draw for three years."

......

The third brother's words made Zhao Luzheng understand the general situation.

The other party actually forgot about Zhou Yao... right?

This also...

Zhao Lu was just thinking of the complicated emotions towards his teacher that Zhou Yao revealed when he told him about the past...

Zhou Yao always resented the teacher.

There is no moment of forgetting.

But the other party...

This was a big blow to Zhou Yao.

......

The scholar looked at Zhou Yao's face carefully.

However, it is always slow to human appearance.

It has never painted humans.

It appreciates human paintings.

But I only appreciate human paintings.

It does not have more desire to understand for humans.

All its energy is on painting.

......

Zhou Yao suddenly became nervous when he was stared at by the teacher.

Five fingers close.

Um?

What does your finger seem to touch?

It's a cell phone!

After a few seconds of confusion, Zhou Yao finally realized.

By the way, cell phone!

Zhou Yao's eyes lit up.

He hurriedly took out his cell phone from his pocket.

After unlocking the screen, he clicked on the photo.

......

That's it!

Fortunately, after finding the painting this time, he took photos of the painting.

He could not remember the reason for doing this at that time.

It was clearly what happened some time ago.

Zhou Yao shook his head slightly.

He turned his phone screen toward the teacher.

"Teacher, this painting!"

"You changed my random graffiti at that time."

"You should remember this painting, right?"

"You don't remember me, you should remember this painting..."

Zhou Yao couldn't help but tighten his hand holding the phone.

The teacher actually forgot him...

It's really hard for him to let go of this matter.

Especially in a short period of time.

......

The scholar looked at his cell phone curiously.

Then he looked at the painting on the screen.

Um?

The scholar was stunned for a moment.

This painting...

“It was indeed what I drew…”

...

"That's right!"

Zhou Yao was excited by the scholar's admission.

“That’s what you painted.”

"I was just scribbling on this piece of paper at that time, but you turned it into such a beautiful painting."

"I was shocked."

Even now, looking at this painting, he can still recall the amazingness of that time.

"I'm very excited and keep asking you how you draw it. I think you're so awesome."

"Then you said..."

Zhou Yao swallowed, "You can teach me."

yes.

It was clearly the person in front of him who brought him into the world of painting.

But he lost him halfway.

It's straightforward...

I finally saw him, but I still didn't know him.

Huh ~

He took a deep breath.

His heart was so depressed that he wanted to scream.

How could there be such a person?

Is he a toy that the teacher has on a whim?

Then his search, longing, worry about the teacher, and his doubts, entanglements, and depression about his ability during that period...

That obscure time...

What is it?

Does he entertain himself alone?

ha!

...

"oh."

A look of a suddenness finally appeared on the scholar's face.

Although there are still some doubts mixed in it.

It looks like I just remembered halfway.

Xiao Xiao sighed slightly.
To be continued...