Zhou Yao:...

He opened his mouth.

But I don't know what to say.

He has already said a lot.

But......

Even though the teacher was right in front of him, he still felt like he was singing a one-man show.

The teacher had no idea what impact its behavior had on him.

Don't understand at all...

......

"Teacher, didn't you think of me?"

Zhou Yao didn't care whether he was embarrassed or not.

He was no longer the child of that time.

But this question was asked.

This question that has been in his mind for a long time.

......

"You can watch the art exhibition, why don't you tell me?"

Zhou Yao was really puzzled about this.

"Especially you've been there for so long..."

Who has watched the art exhibition for so long?

"Even if it is a series of art exhibitions or a tour art exhibition, do you really have no time to come back and say to me?"

Zhou Yao didn't believe it.

He couldn't make himself believe it either.

"What do I think in your heart?"

"I call you teacher, I really regard you as a teacher."

“I like your paintings.”

"I'm impressed by your painting."

“Until now…”

Zhou Yao pursed his lips, "No painting has shocked me more than this painting of yours."

"I always feel that I am so lucky to be my teacher."

Those three years, now I think about it, it really feels like a dream.

And everything found later is real.

After losing his teacher, he was beaten back to his original form.

Dream, woke up.

He knew that it was him.

but……

"What about you?"

“Did you treat me as your student?”

"Have you ever thought about how much impact your farewell will have on me?"

“Do you have it?”

...

"It was clearly what you said you were willing to be my teacher..."

Zhou Yao muttered in a low voice.

The grievances in this sentence made him feel that it was really too embarrassing for an adult.

But he really felt wronged.

After doubting, complaining, anger..., the rich grievance almost overflowed to his nose like lemonade.

Sour and astringent.

He reached out and pressed the corner of his eyes.

My fingertips shrank a little as if they were scalded.

Then, he pressed harder.

He closed his eyes slightly.

...

"I forgot."

The scholars remembered it.

At that time, it was attracted by the exhibition I saw by chance.

But it found that the exhibition was already a little late.

That day happened to be the last day of the exhibition in this city.

It hasn't seen enough yet.

Without thinking too much, it went to the next city with the art exhibition.

It was addicted to the art exhibition and forgot to teach students who had been teaching for three years.

It was a student who was admitted on a whim.

and……

"You can draw this painting."

...

Zhou Yao's movements stopped.

His face was stunned.

What, what does it mean?

Is it that if he can draw this painting, the teacher will leave?

ah.

He opened his mouth.

At the beginning, he was indeed moved by this painting by his teacher.

What the teacher said at that time, "I will teach you"... is really just teaching until he can draw this painting?

Did he misunderstand?

He thought that what the teacher called "I teach you" was until he became a truly independent painter

Actually, until this painting?

...

He misunderstood?

Is he wrong?

No, no...

Zhou Yao shook his head urgently.

This is not the problem now.

But...

"No matter what, it's fine..."

Even if he understands it wrong, it doesn't matter.

What they are saying now...

"Teacher, this is not a reason why you don't say anything."

"What I care about is your farewell without saying goodbye!"

Zhou Yao shouted.
Chapter completed!