Novel Full Chapter 114
Chapter 114: I Know How To Paint
Huo Chenyu pinched her cheeks and grinded his teeth while whispering, “That’s supposed to be your teacher, do you want to get him back?”
“Wu…. I-I don’t want to…” The little thing widened her cat eyes. She replied inarticulately as her cheeks were puffed from getting pinched.
She was forced to learn all sorts of instruments, chess games, read books, and paint.
Guzheng [1]and painting.
She doesn’t want to learn it anymore wuwuwu.
…
However, her brother didn’t seem to think so.
Huo Chenyu frowned at the inarticulate little thing, “Your brother is asking if you want a teacher or not.”
“No…” She doesn’t want one!
“Yes, you do.” The boy cut her off and glanced at the pleased Shen Yao, his lips curved up and sneered.
Want to steal his sister’s teacher?
Did he agree?
“No no no…” The little thing shook her head furiously and hugged his thighs, unwilling to let him go.
“Wu…” She wanted to cry just by setting her eyes on paintings, she just didn’t want to experience the pain again.
Huo Chenyu’s lips twitched furiously at the little thing tightly holding onto his thighs, and felt extremely resentful.
This is Huo Yao’s daughter.
She doesn’t have to be swift and decisive, merciless and vicious, but she shouldn’t be soft like this.
The boy squatted down and pinched her face, mumbling to himself, “Idiot.”
She’s like a soft bun.
Doesn’t she have any temper?
…
Old Master Ye touched his beard and glanced at Old Master Huo profoundly while smiling, “It’s not that I don’t want to teach your granddaughter.”
“But it depends on fate for me to take in a student, it has nothing to do with family background.”
“This little girl is quite cute and I like her, let alone talented in painting.”
“Your little granddaughter is only five, isn’t she?”
What does a five-year-old know?
He’s here to teach, not raise up a child.
Old Master Huo wasn’t convinced, “What’s wrong with a five-year-old? Although my granddaughter is young, did you want to make her learn it in a short time? You have to teach her slowly, don’t you?”
Although he also knew that his granddaughter didn’t look like the kind of person who’d learn how to paint.
But doesn’t a little girl need her face? If his precious granddaughter knew that she was rejected, she would probably cry.
Old Master Ye didn’t bother to bicker with a defensive old man.
When he looked at Shen Yao, his eyes smiled more and looked at the boy standing next to the girl, “This is…?”
He only noticed his little student, he didn’t see that there was another boy there.
Old Master Ye was puzzled.
This child’s presence was too thin.
“This is your younger brother?” The two actually looked alike as they both looked obedient, it wasn’t strange that he guessed it right.
Shen Yao nodded, “Yes.”
OId Master Ye was interested, “Do you know how to paint?”
Yan’an shook his head.
He doesn’t know.
“I can learn…” After a pause, the boy replied in a low voice.
He didn’t know how to paint, but not because he was too stupid to learn.
Shen Yao had started learning when she was five and came this far after a year of practice, yet he never even touched a paintbrush before.
Old Master Ye didn’t believe him and made him do it on the spot.
He never considered how difficult it was for a five-year child who has never touched a brush before.
Shen Yan’an couldn’t refuse and he was forced to mimic what Shen Yao did, lighting dipping the brush onto the fine paper.
However, the ink smudged into a ball of black ink because he didn’t control his strength.
Old Master Ye’s face immediately fell dark.
Shen Yan’an clenched the brush tightly and heard Old Master Ye’s words, “I shouldn’t have let you try.”
“Since your sister is talented, I thought the brother would know the basics even if you aren’t good at it.”
But he didn’t expect an ugly mistake like this from the very beginning.
It was absolutely intolerable to Old Master Ye.
“Hah.” He remembered what the boy said before and immediately sneered,
“I don’t think I have my eyes on anyone but this girl.”
Old Master Ye obviously thought he was the type to seek to impress him by showing off something he couldn’t do.
He smiled coldly, “You don’t even know the basics and you boasted that you could learn?”
“I suggest you never touch a paintbrush again child.”
“It’s good for both you and painting.”
…
Ye Sang watched the drama blankly and suddenly remembered something…
There was a description of Shen Yan’an in the novel.
He was famous at a young age, an extremely talented businessman.
The novel clearly wrote that the boy was extremely talented with paintings, and he loved it ever since he was young.
But because of Old Master Ye’s humiliation, he never touched a paintbrush again.
But…..
Yan’an didn’t do anything wrong.
And a bunch of people blamed him for no reason.
The little thing watched from the side and pouted, her cat-like eyes were filled with anger.
She didn’t know how to curse.
But after spending a lot of time with Huo Yao, she learned a few words under Huo Yao’s influence.
The little thing opened her mouth crisply but without confidence, dragging her milky tone at Old Master Ye, who was about to leave arrogantly.
“O-Old man!”
Huo Yao: “…”
Shen Chuchen: “…”
What did they just hear?
The little girl saw so many people looking at her and lowered her head shyly, exposing her soft hair on top of her head.
She recalled what this person just said and straightened her back subconsciously, pouting while sounding firm, “I can.”
She grew up with her grandpa and started learning all sorts of things when she was only three.
She didn’t know how talented one of her grandpas was at painting, but when she was with him, she would always listen to her grandpa sigh,
“I’m not against anyone in particular here, I’m saying that everyone here is trash. I am the number one in the painting world after all.”
When she was forced to learn, a bunch of grandpas would always sigh about their glorious achievements when they were young.
They always chitchat around her, about how they used to be the number one in all sorts of areas.
The little thing didn’t really understand what they were saying.
But it didn’t get in the way of her calling her grandpas ‘number one’.
…
Before Old Master Ye could get angry, he heard her big talk and immediately laughed, “Kid, what did you just say?”
She can?
She only looked about four or five and she’s so exaggerated in her abilities?
The strand of hair stood up on Ye Sang’s head and blinked. She protected Yan’an behind her and pouted,
“I just can.”
She copied her grandpa’s tone with her young voice, “I-I’m not against anyone in particular here.”
Ye Sang whispered,
“… I’m saying that everyone here is trash.”
[1] an ancient zither-type instrument with 26 strings