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

…

Pushing open the door of the warehouse, he saw the drawing board not far away without searching.

And the painting on the drawing board.

…

Moonlight shines in through the small window above.

The sea of ​​flowers in the painting is bathed in the clear 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 stretched out his hand.

Touch the drawing paper lightly with your fingertips.

This is the only painting left by his teacher.

Adapted from his random doodles.

This was also the beginning of his interest in painting.

…

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

This is just a casual doodle by the teacher.

He suddenly thought so.

It's completely different from his random graffiti.

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

He has kept this painting here.

Every time I come to the warehouse, I look at it for a long time.

Every time he watched it, he would feel... He really fell short of his teacher too much...

Thinking of the lofty ambitions I once had...

Catch up with the teacher... surpass the teacher...

He took a deep breath.

He felt so depressed that he felt like he was suffocating due to 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.

…

"Yao Yao?"

The old lady pushed open the half-open door of the warehouse, with an unsurprised look on her face, "You are indeed here."

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

After knowing that this painting was painted by the teacher mentioned by her grandson, she lost some doubts about the mysterious teacher.

No matter what, the other party is indeed capable.

…

"yes."

Zhou Yao responded softly.

The old lady frowned, but soon she laughed.

She stepped forward and took her grandson's hand, urging, "Okay, let's look at it later."

"Let's go eat first."

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

…

Zhou Yao followed his grandma's strength and walked towards the door.

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

The sea of ​​flowers in the painting shimmers slightly under the moonlight.

Really... very beautiful.

…

This painting gave Zhou Yao the motivation to persevere.

However, this persistence soon gave way to reality.

Two months after his teacher suggested that he transfer to another class, he submitted his application for transfer.

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

There are less than six months until the college entrance examination.

…

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

Although his grades in the art class were good, after all, it was an art class with second-best grades in cultural classes. When he entered the ordinary class, he was under a lot of pressure.

But this was a choice he made after careful consideration.

No matter how difficult it is, he will 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 arbitrary.

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!