There was originally a piece of drawing paper that Zhou Yao had scribbled on on the drawing board.

The messy colors quite challenge people’s aesthetics.

However, what appeared in Zhou Yao's eyes at this time was a stunning painting.

Delicate flowers bloomed in various colors.

Taking up his entire field of vision.

Suddenly, he seemed to smell the fragrance of flowers in the air.

"...Okay, so beautiful!"

Zhou Yao murmured.

There was a bit of intoxication in his eyes.

…

This painting gave Zhou Yao a great impact.

…

"Well enough."

The scholar didn't seem very satisfied.

"You painted it too messily before."

"That's how it changed."

…

Zhou Yao blinked his eyes.

It took me a long time to realize what the other person meant.

"……ah?!"

He shouted loudly.

"Yaoyao, what's wrong?"

The old lady asked with concern outside the door, "Why are you shouting so loudly?"

"fine!"

Zhou Yao yelled.

He had forgotten to be wary of the scholar who appeared in front of him out of nowhere.

His face was full of shock.

He stuttered when he spoke.

"This, this is the painting I just made-"

He swallowed, "Changed it?!"

…

"That's not called painting at all."

The scholar looked disgusted.

…

Zhou Yao didn't pay attention to the other party's complaints.

After all, the other person is telling the truth.

He was just doodling randomly before.

I didn't even think about drawing anything.

It's more like trying out a pen.

so……

To be able to change a painting that was not a painting into such a beautiful painting now...

"You are so awesome!"

Zhou Yao looked amazed.

"Are you a master of painting?"

...

The scholar's eyes flashed.

"...I'm not that powerful yet."

...

"No, you are really powerful."

Zhou Yao came closer to the drawing board.

"How did you do it?"

"There is no trace of my previous random graffiti..."

Every flower on it looks like what it is.

rather than being transformed.

"It's amazing, it's amazing..."

The more he watched, the more shocked Zhou Yao was.

The same words were said over and over again unconsciously.

"so amazing……"

"how did you do that-"

"I can teach you."

The scholar looked at Zhou Yao.

"……ah?"

Zhou Yao was stunned for a moment.

"……What did you say?"

"Don't you want to know how this painting was drawn?"

The scholar laughed and said, "I'll teach you."

…

"You, you teach me?!"

Zhou Yao's words were all in vain.

"Can I learn it?"

How could he possibly draw such a picture?

Zhou Yao doubted whether he could do it.

…

"I'll teach you."

There was a determined look on the scholar's face, "You can definitely do it."

Zhou Yao was moved.

He clenched his fists.

The heartbeat is very fast.

Could he really... also be able to draw such a painting?

His eyes were fixed on the painting.

His eyes were still full of surprise, but they were filled with the light of desire.

"……well!"

…

After that day, Zhou Yao had an additional art teacher.

He was very excited to introduce the scholar to his grandfather and grandma.

"...I will help you explain to your grandparents...just say that I brought you here..."

"Otherwise, my grandparents will definitely not agree with me learning painting from you..."

Although he was obviously talking about something troubling, Zhou Yao looked excited.
To be continued...