After the last chat, Zhou Yao boarded the plane home on the following weekend.

After a few years, he went to his grandfather's warehouse again.

After searching for a long time, just as he was about to doubt his memory, he found the painting in a corner.

Because it was rolled up, the picture was not damaged.

But the back of the painting was a little yellowed.

A lot of dust has accumulated.

...

Looking at this painting, he was still irresistibly amazed.

This painting...

It's an out-of-reach dream of his.

Zhou Yao smiled bitterly.

The dream failed.

This painting is also a souvenir.

...

Zhou Yao walked out of the warehouse with the painting.

The bright sunshine made him subconsciously squint his eyes.

......

Grandpa and grandma recognized the painting in his hand.

The two old men looked at their grandson with a little stingy but stopped.

......

Zhou Yao knew what the two old men were worried about.

He smiled, his expression natural.

"I suddenly remembered this painting."

"I just want to find it and put it away."

......

Seeing that the grandson's expression was sound, the two old men breathed a sigh of relief.

Things that were gone have passed.

Just don't care.

"Well, such a beautiful painting must be put away."

The old man smiled and narrowed his eyes.

The wrinkles on the surface stretch.

......

Zhou Yao stared at the painting on the table where he pressed the four corners.

After being rolled for too long, the natural state of this painting is rolled up.

First, you have to flatten it.

This is all he can do.

He could not imagine the yellow stains on the back of the painting.

After all, it was his improper placement before.

The dust that has been eaten by this painting for so long.

......

Zhou Yao suddenly thought of what else he could do.

He is going to buy a picture frame.

Hang this painting.

......

So, I have had an accidental encounter with Xiao Xiao in this art supplies store.

As for Zhao Luzheng...

Zhou Yao thought it would not take much time to buy a picture frame.

I just thought about solving the food that I "owed" Zhao Luzheng.

......

"San brother, the picture frame is there."

Zhao Lu was greeting Xiao Xiao.

"We're just picking."

"I just saw you come in."

"What a coincidence."

Zhao Luzheng couldn't help but sigh again.

“It can be encountered.”

......

Xiao Xiao quickly picked the picture frame.

Zhao Luzheng looked at Zhou Yao inquiring.

The picture frame was bought by Zhou Yao.

Of course, Zhou Yao's opinion comes first.

He thought the frame that the third brother chose was quite good.

......

Zhou Yao also chose a picture frame that was the same as the class monitor's roommate.

I haven't been in contact with painting-related objects for too long.

He felt strange.

I also felt a little at a loss.

He indeed...

Not suitable to be a painter.

Zhou Yao lowered his eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly.

......

Looking at these paints and drawing boards, Zhou Yao didn’t have much fluctuations in his heart.

He has...

Just unwilling to accept my failure?

Zhou Yao tightened his hand holding the frame.

Not having a sincere love for painting, perhaps... is the most important reason for his failure?

He is too arrogant.

I actually want to rely solely on mechanical efforts... and have my own insignificant talents to achieve success?

......

It's only today that he has discovered this.

He was really stupid in the past.

Now, I wonder if he is a little smarter?

......

"Zhou Yao?"

Zhao Luzheng looked at the man who seemed to be focusing on the frame in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Don't you like this frame?"

Didn’t this Zhou Yao choose by himself just now?

Zhao Luzheng was a little puzzled.
To be continued...