e general lowered his eyes, his movements tightening beneath them. He pulled the young master closer to him, an unyielding stance, bending slightly, a wave of scorching heat rolling over him.Ning Shu...The old man immediately flashed a cryptic smile and handed him a business card.

"Don't refuse me just yet, take a look first, my friend. It's too early to make a conclusion now."

Ning Shu took the business card, which read "Tang Yang" on it.

Then the old man said meaningfully, "Young friend, we shall meet again." Then he turned and walked away.

And on the other side, Wang Cai arrived as well. He couldn't help but ask curiously: "Who is that old man Are you familiar with him"

Ning Shu still held the business card in her hand and casually said, “I met him by chance. He asked me to learn painting from him.”

Wang Cai said, "Could it be that we've run into a scammer There are quite a few scammers these days who take advantage of the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled. Their goal is to trick us young people with our abundant sympathy and kindness. You absolutely mustn't believe his words."

Ning Shu found it rather amusing, though Wang Cai's words weren't without reason, for some reason, he felt the old man just now didn't look like a conman at all.

He didn't throw away the business card, but he didn't plan on contacting the elderly person either.

What Ning Shu hadn't expected was...

He met the old man surprisingly quickly.

....

Things happened a week later, Ning Shu was walking in school.

"Hey, young man, come lend a hand."

He couldn't help but pause, and looked over.

I saw an elderly man there with a pile of things beside him. He was half-sitting and beckoning to me: "What are you looking at I'm talking to you, come here and help me."

Ning Shu walked over, and when she got closer, she couldn't help but be a little surprised at the other person's face.

The reason is, isn't this old man the one he met last time who told him to learn how to paint

The old man ordered him, "Help me, move all these things and come with me."

Ning Shu was a little surprised that the other party would appear here. Could this old man be a teacher at the school too

But judging by his age, he seems to have reached retirement age long ago.

Although that's what I think.

But Ning Shu still bent down and helped carry the things up.

Then, follow behind the old man.

The old man walked for a while and arrived at the other side of the school.

Although Ning Shu has never been here, she knows this is not a place where students usually come.

The old man told him to open the door and let go of the things.

Ning Shu only then discovered that all he was holding in his arms were paintings.

These paintings look very beautiful.

He immediately recognized the painter as a master.

Mr. Tang, seeing his unwavering gaze, let out a slightly smug hum and said: “Surprised Guess who painted all these”

It's so obvious, it's like they're saying it out loud.

Ning Shu naturally wouldn't fail to notice.

"Were these paintings painted by you"

Mr. Tang raised his chin slightly: "Of course, shouldn't you regret it now But it's not too late to regret it. You have to know that I haven't taken on a new disciple in a long time..."

Ning Shu shook her head and said, "There is some regret, but I'm afraid I might disappoint your expectations. I probably can't paint anything decent."

He probably didn't have that kind of talent.

Old Mr. Tang was almost driven mad with anger: "You, you're going to kill me!" He snorted coldly and said, "Starting tomorrow, you come over and draw for me, draw for a whole week. When the time comes, if you want to leave, just leave, I won't stop you."

Ning Shu looked at the old man's unrefusable gaze, opened her mouth, and agreed out of a sense of obligation.

When you go back.

He told Mr. Jin about it.

Mr. Jin looked at him and said in a low voice, "That old man, is his surname Tang"

Ning Shu was very surprised. He hadn't even told the head of the Jin family his grandfather's name, how did the other party guess it at once: "Mr. Jin, are you familiar with this old man"

Jìn Bǎiyán faintly said: “I'm not very familiar with him, just met a few times.”

After all, the Tang family is quite well-known.

Ning Shu bit her lip, thinking about how she had acted before. Would Old Master Tang think she was disrespectful and overbearing

And the head of the Jin family, as if seeing through his thoughts, raised his hand and touched his head, saying in a gentle voice: "What are you worried about With Mr. here. Since he has asked you to learn painting from him, you should consider it... But"

Jin Baiyan's words changed: "Ningning doesn't need to worry about offending him either. After all, although he is considered capable, there are others who are more powerful than him. If you want to learn painting, sir will help you invite one over."

The head of the Jin family's words made Ning Shu startle, and then she quickly said, "...Mr. Jin, I haven't thought about that yet." She hesitated for a moment, and continued, "I want to make my own decisions, is that possible"

"Of course."

Jin Baiyan let out a low chuckle, then pinched his soft flesh, his eyes dimming slightly. After a long while, he said, "When will Ningning be ready"

Ning Shu heard the meaning behind his words and couldn't help but tremble in her eyes.

Then she slightly raised her fingers, a little nervous and flustered: "...Mr. Jin..."

Jin Baiyan stood up slightly and said in a low voice, "Sir, I'll give you some more time."

Ning Shu, hearing this, immediately let out a sigh of relief.

When facing away from the past, I couldn't help but raise my hand and touch my ear.

...then closed her eyes and gently bit her lip.

.....

Ning Shu went to Mr. Tang's place for several days consecutively, and his task was to paint.

From time to time, the old man would drink his tea and then walk behind him, offering a word of advice.

So Ning Shu was quickly surprised to find that her painting skills were growing at an astonishing rate.

Even he himself found it a little unbelievable.

"How long have you been studying painting" the old man asked.

Ning Shu said one or two years.

The old man said with a hint of dissatisfaction: "Your former teacher was simply holding you back. How did your family find such a person"

Secretary Ning didn't remember the teacher, but he was invited by Mr. Ning.

He only remembered that the other party was somewhat famous in the painting world. Ning's father spent a lot of money, but this teacher didn't care much about him and even looked down on the Ning family. After all, the Ning family was just nouveau riche. If it weren't for the large sum of money, he wouldn't bother teaching him.

Ning Shu took a deep breath and looked at the painting in front of her.

A faint warmth spread through his chest, a feeling that urged him to reconsider his previous thoughts.

"Alright, that's it for today."

The old man said.

Just at that moment, the door was knocked on several times.

The old man said.

Then someone pushed the door open, and Ning Shu was a little surprised when she saw who it was.

For the visitor was none other than Ning Qing, who had parted ways with him in displeasure that very day.

Ning Qing saw Ning Shu, her pupils contracted, and she almost exclaimed in a flustered manner: "Brother, how are you here!"

The old man said in a displeased tone: "What are you shouting about This is my studio, and I won't allow you to be rude here."

Ning Qing immediately changed her expression and shut her mouth.

He came here because he knew Professor Tang's father had come to the school this week. He was always a student admired by Professor Tang, so Ning Qing deliberately put on a show and seized this opportunity.

To know Professor Tang's father is to know a renowned painter in China. Abroad, his fame rivals that of the masters.

At first, Ning Qing chose this school with a bit of hope. The old man wasn't someone anyone could visit, and the Ning family wasn't qualified enough. But who knew, Ning Shu was actually here.

And seeing the other party painting, Ning Qing's heart felt like it was being scratched by glass...

He even lost his composure.

Will your cousin still draw How is that possible, where did he learn

The old man naturally knew what he was here for, and said directly, “Draw me one.”

Ning Qing organized her thoughts and immediately agreed.

Then he sat down.

Ning Shu also understood what was going on, so he stood up and was about to leave when the old man said, "You don't have to go, stay."

Although he didn't know why the old man had arranged things this way, he stayed.

While Ning Qing remained focused throughout the entire process, her competitive spirit fueled her every stroke on the canvas.

He is the best at painting, he doesn't believe that Ning Shu can beat him.

After an unknown amount of time.

The old man interrupted directly, "Okay, you don't need to draw anymore."

Ning Qing's face was grim: "But...I haven't finished painting yet."

The old man let out a cold snort and said in a flat tone, “Your talent is lacking, and you haven't been diligent either. You're just a fancy pillow with embroidery, painting things that are meant to fool outsiders. Others might not know, but I do. Let's go.”

Ning Qing was so insulted that she wanted to die.

He walked out the door.

My heart is filled with immense resentment. Why, why does he get everything he wants while my cousin always steals it away!

Ning Qing didn't believe it was such a coincidence. In this moment, a twisted jealousy arose in him.

.....

Ning Shu is working out, and his workout is playing basketball.

He perspired a little and couldn't help but wipe it away. He slightly opened his rosy lips and breathed.

Ning Shu was silent, feeling that fitness was also not an easy thing.

He wanted to lie down, feeling he couldn't hold on much longer.

Wang Cai said, "I'm going to buy some water. Wait for me."

Then he went to buy some water.

Midway through his task, he received a phone call. He turned off the water and walked to a nearby spot to answer it.

And Ning Qing, who had followed them for several days continuously, finally found an opportunity.

He knew Ning Shu's favorite flavor, so Ning Qing unscrewed the bottle cap.

Even if he was caught, the blame wouldn't fall on Ning Qing because who could prove it was him

....

While Ning Shu, who had finished exercising and drank water, gradually began to feel something was wrong.

He stopped, frowning slightly.

Wang Cai couldn't help but say, "What's wrong, Ning Shu"

Ning Shu shook her head, but remained standing still, saying to Wang Cai: "You go first, I have something to deal with." looking down, as if deliberately showing it to those outside. 。Ning Shu was underneath him, being kissed so deeply that he could see the red and swollen tip of his tongue. 。Her red lips, wet from a...