Lin Yuyan said: "Basic, the basics are okay."

"Is it a painting that I liked recently?"

"I liked it since I was a child...but I didn't have any talent, and I didn't work hard enough..."

Mr. Zeng laughed and said, "You are quite honest?"

Lin Yuyan felt ashamed, "Although there are some external factors, my own problem is bigger."

Mr. Zeng liked his straightforward personality and asked, "Are you here to play? How many days are you going to stay?"

Lin Yuyan said: "There are still 20 days before school starts, and I may leave before school starts."

"Well, that's ok." Mr. Zeng said, "If it's nothing, let's start tomorrow."

Lin Yuyan was completely stunned. He didn't expect things to go so smoothly. Until sat in Mr. Zeng's studio with a palette in hand, thought was in a dream.

"The foundation is really good, but there are still some small problems." Mr. Zeng changed into a set of pajamas today and took a look at what Lin Yuyan just drew. He didn't ask Lin Yuyan too much about his previous experience. Since he was asked to teach, he had to start from scratch. Mr. Zeng looked a little sloppy, but he was never perfunctory about painting. Lin Yuyan made it clear.

It was the first time in so many years that someone taught him this way. His father was not supportive, his teacher was perfunctory, and his mother was not around all the year round, so apologized to him. Yes, it doesn't matter.

"Oops?" Mr. Zeng stood beside him and asked, "Why are the eye circles still red?"

"Ah?" Lin Yuyan lowered his head and wiped his eyes twice, and hurriedly said, "It's okay, I'm a little excited to be instructed by you."

"Haha." Mr. Zeng patted his head lovingly: "It seems that teaching you is the right one. I have taught two people in my life. The last one was a bit talented, and my tail was lifted to the sky. already."

Lin Yuyan asked curiously, "Have you taught other students?"

Mr. Zeng said, "You don't know?"

Lin Yuyan shook his head.

"It's Gu Yaoyang."

Lin Yuyan was surprised: "He... did he learn painting from you?"

Mr. Zeng took a pen and sat beside Lin Yuyan and drew with him, "It seems that you don't know each other very well?"

Lin Yuyan nodded, thought for a while and then said, "Actually... I really want to know him, can you tell me about him?"

Mr. Zeng's hands didn't stop, and after a while of silence, he said, "His business is a bit complicated. Are you sure, you won't be scared away after listening to it?"

"Why scare away? Did he do something bad?"

"It has nothing to do with him, mainly his parents."

Lin Yuyan said: "That won't happen, as long as he doesn't do bad things."

Mr. Zeng pondered for him for a while before saying: "I and Yaoyang's father are, to a certain extent, friends. At that time, Yaoyang was still young and lived in his house for a few months, and taught him by the way. A few strokes, his father's background... to you, it may be a little far away."

Mr. Zeng explained everything he knew, including Gu Yaoyang's family background, the scar on his body, his dead parents, and how he lived alone all these years.

It was a lie to say that he was not shocked. Lin Yuyan asked in a daze: "Then, is that "The Ring" you painted also Gu Yaoyang?"

Mr. Zeng said: "Yes. I told you before, I like fighting. I opened this club a long time ago, I just met Xiao Lingzi, and I met Yao Yang from Xiao Lingzi. After all, they are all friends in a circle. Turn around, you can't escape."

Lin Yuyan asked: "Then you invited him to join the club, do you want to help him?"

While stroking his beard, Mr. Zeng pointed Lin Yuyan to write, and said with a smile, "I'm not that kind, I just want to see him punch. He's so beautiful, wouldn't it be a waste not to stand on a high place?"

Lin Yuyan agrees with this, "But he seems to be interested in professional boxing..."

Mr. Zeng seemed to know what he wanted to say. "That's his problem."

"Don't look at the stupid look on his face that he is alive, and it doesn't matter if he is dead. In fact, he cares more about the past than anyone else. I guess he looks down on himself more or less, and he is not really a free and easy person. "

So... did he say such dejected words that he was not worthy of a high position? Lin Yuyan was stunned for a few seconds, looked up and saw that it was already dark, said goodbye to Mr. Zeng, turned around and walked out.

Sure enough, snowflakes floated outside again, and they landed on the ground "rustling", covering the footprints of when he came. A person stood under a street lamp not far away, looking over here.

It was Gu Yaoyang.

Lin Yuyan hurried over and asked, "Why are you here?"

Gu Yaoyang said, "Wait for you."

"Why don't you go in?" He looked for a long time, one hand was in his pocket, the other was red from the cold, he probably smoked, and his hand was outside.

Gu Yaoyang didn't speak and turned to leave.

Lin Yuyan guessed: "You stay outside... You're not afraid of affecting me, are you?"

Gu Yaoyang glanced at him without denying: "You can read minds?" He asked again, "How did you learn?"

Lin Yuyan said: "Mr. Zeng is really good, what I learned today is almost catching up with the previous ten years..."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Yaoyang didn't want to listen, and asked, "How are you going to thank me?"

"what?"

"You found a teacher for you, don't you want to say thank you?"

This requirement is not excessive.

Lin Yuyan thought for a while, then suddenly held his cold palm and put it to his mouth, "ha" with a breath of heat.

He smiled and said, "Thank you, you are fine."

Chapter 28

The word inferiority complex appears frequently in Lin Yuyan's world. He does not feel inferior from time to time, he is the first to be bad at painting, the second is timid and crying, and the third is that he is too thin and not fit enough.

He felt that anyone could feel inferior, but Gu Yaoyang couldn't.