Ye Xingbei: "Oh, good, eat!"


    Ye Xingbei was afraid of hearing the good news from Qiuci. He was too excited to eat. When he heard that Qiuci was full, ye Xingbei said to him, "Qiuci, your uncle Gu contacted Mr. Qu, the master of traditional Chinese painting, to ask Mr. Qu Shanshi to accept you as a disciple. These two days, you should get ready. We''ll visit Mr. Qu at the weekend."


    I was stunned by the autumn speech.


    After a while, he pinched himself. He shivered with pain. Then he looked at Ye Xingbei in shock and asked, "is it Mr. Qu, the master of traditional Chinese painting?"


    "Yes," Ye Xingbei nodded and chuckled, "do you know Mr. Qu?"


    "I know!" Wen Qiuci nodded: "my father likes Mr. Qu''s paintings best, but we can''t afford them. My father can only explain them to me on the computer. My father adores Mr. Qu the most. He says Mr. Qu is the most powerful master in the field of traditional Chinese painting."


    "What a coincidence," Ye Xingbei asked him, "do you want to be Mr. Qu''s disciple?"


    He nodded his head as if a chicken pecked rice.


    Since he came to take care of his family, he has been very quiet, quiet like the shadow of the saplings.


    The young tree will follow them wherever they go. No one will talk to him. He can stay silent all day.


    He said less than Ling Yue every day.


    Ling Yue doesn''t like to talk, but Xiao shumiao''er likes to talk to Ling Yue.


    As long as xiaoshumiao and Lingyue talk, Lingyue will patiently respond to xiaoshumiao.


    Wen Qiuci is not familiar with them. Some children don''t want to talk to him specially. They just talk about something about him occasionally and ask him casually.


    His answer is as simple as it can be, and the four words "silence is golden" are thoroughly carried out.


    He not only didn''t like to talk, but also had little expression on his face. He was always quiet.


    Since he came to take care of his family, ye Xingbei saw his emotional appearance for the first time. His dark eyes were shining and his excited face was red.


    Ye Xingbei is very satisfied.


    This is what a child should look like!


    Seeing and hearing that Qiuci was so excited, the young tree asked curiously, "Mom, who is Mr. Qu?"


    "Mr. Qu is a master of traditional Chinese painting at the national treasure level." Huo Zhongqi answers first and hands his mobile phone to xiaoshumiaoer.


    The mobile phone screen shows Mr. Qu''s resume, date of birth, where he studied, what honor he won, and the awards he won. His resume is a gorgeous mess.


    "Wow, he''s so good!" After reading Mr. Qu''s resume, the young tree sighed with admiration.


    Qin Jun night said: "our grandfather is also powerful, our grandfather is a sharpshooter, there are many soldiers under him, he did not!"


    "Yes, our grandfather is the best! More than him The young tree nodded hard and thought it was true.


    Ye Xingbei


    Two old men are not in the same field. There''s nothing comparable, right?


    Hearing Qiu Ci, he opened his mouth to say that Mr. Qu was the most powerful.


    What he learned most from primary school was painting, and it was traditional Chinese painting.


    In his mind, the most powerful of course is the national treasure Class Master Mr. Qu Lao.


    But when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back.


    He didn''t want to quarrel with them.


    What''s more, xiaoshumiao''s grandfather is really good.


    A lot of people listen to him.


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