Taking a deep breath, he pursed his lips and walked towards the warehouse.

...

He pushed open the door of the warehouse and didn't have to look for it, he saw the drawing board not far away.

And the painting on the drawing board.

...

Moonlight shines in the small window above.

The sea of ​​flowers on the painting is bathed in the bright moonlight, and it becomes more and more dreamy.

...

He was stunned for a while.

Then slowly walked to the front of the drawing board.

He reached out.

Touch the drawing paper with your fingertips.

This is the only painting the teacher left for him.

Change from his casual graffiti.

It was also the beginning of his interest in painting.

...

Even after watching it for so many years, the painting in front of him still surprised him.

This is just a teacher's casual graffiti.

He suddenly thought so.

It is completely different from his casual graffiti.

In his opinion, the paintings of the art teacher in the school... are not as good as those of him, a mysterious teacher.

He has always placed this painting here.

Every time I come to the warehouse, I will watch it for a long time.

Every time he sees it, he feels...he really doesn't have much of a teacher...

Thinking of my once bold ambitions...

Chase the teacher... surpass the teacher...

He took a deep breath.

The feeling of depression made him feel a little suffocated with lack of oxygen.

...

"teacher……"

Zhou Yao murmured.

His fingers gently rubbed the drawing paper.

"Are you really not coming back?"

"teacher……"

“…I need you very much…”

He no longer knew what to do.

...

"Yaoyao?"

The old lady pushed open the half-closed door of the warehouse, and the expression on her face was not surprising, "You are indeed here."

Her eyes fell on the painting beside her grandson, and she sighed, "What a beautiful painting."

After knowing that the painting was painted by the teacher mentioned by grandson, she faded a little bit of suspicion about the mysterious teacher.

No matter what, the other party is indeed capable.

...

"yes."

Zhou Yao replied softly.

The old lady frowned, but soon the old lady started to laugh.

She stepped forward and grabbed her grandson's hand and urged, "Okay, let's see it later."

"Go to have a meal first."

"It's not good to be hungry..."

...

Zhou Yao followed the force of his grandmother toward the door.

When he walked out of the threshold, he turned his head.

The sea of ​​flowers on the painting shines slightly under the moonlight.

Really... very beautiful.

...

This painting gave Zhou Yao the motivation to persevere.

However, this persistence soon lost to reality.

Two months after the teacher suggested that he transfer, he submitted his transfer application.

At that time, it was already the end of the first semester of senior high school.

There are less than six months left to take the college entrance examination.

...

In the next time, he was fully preparing for the college entrance examination.

Although he has good grades in the art class, it is an art class with inferior grades in cultural courses. After all, he is under great pressure to get to the ordinary class.

But this was a choice he made after careful consideration.

No matter how difficult it is, he must grit his teeth and persevere.

...

“I am very grateful to my family for their understanding and support.”

Zhou Yao lowered his eyes and looked at the coffee in front of him.

His decision was very willful.

He knows.

He has always been so willful.

Before the high school entrance examination, he suddenly told his family that he was going to take the art class.
Chapter completed!