Chapter 69

The man took the key to open the door of the studio, and the three entered the studio.

The studio is full of paintings, and Mr. Zhou is standing in front of an oil painting with a serious face.

Zhou is always an old man in his eighties. His hair is sparse and his eyes are sharp. When he looks straight, he is particularly frightening.

"Master, Han Shao who made an appointment with you is here." The man called softly.

Zhou seemed to be still immersed in his thoughts. His eyes wandered on Han Junyu for a few seconds, then turned to the painting.

The man has some helplessness, but he wants to talk, but he is stopped by Han Junyu and let him do his own business.

Qin Ning took a step forward, staring at the oil painting that Mr. Zhou was looking at.

Oil painting is a woman, sunset, women's eyes sad staring at the distance, the painting is covered with a strong gloomy, people feel heavy, very uncomfortable.

Qin Ning studied oil painting when he was very young. He liked to paint with bright colors, which made people feel warm and happy at a glance.

"The color in the distance is too heavy. When a person is sad, his eyes only see his own misery. The distant scenery is not important at all, or even more dazzling. "

Qin Ning's soft voice sounded in the silent studio. Zhou turned to look at her. His eyes were sharp and sharp.

Qin Junhan's back is a little flustered, and Han Junning is staring at him.

How could Mr. Zhou not find this detail? It should have other meanings. She was so annoyed that she was quick to talk.

"I'm sorry, Miss Zhou. I'm wrong."

"It's wrong."

The mistake is to say that he has been unable to think of a problem, but also the fear of apology.

Old Zhou's voice was full of vicissitudes. When he spoke, his voice was cold, like seeing her in disgust.

He didn't say anything. The little girl turned pale. Was he that terrible?

"Grandfather Zhou, I hope you don't mind." Feeling the little girl's uneasiness, Han Junyu gently holds her hand.

Han Junyu used his honorific title, and the president of Sheng'an group, who is superior, said he was sorry. It can be seen that Zhou's position is not low.

"Oh."

But Zhou Laogen didn't give it to him. He turned to drink water and found that there was no water in the glass.

Qin Ning found that Zhou took a look at her. Although she was timid, she could see her face.

He rushed forward to pour a glass of water, found that the water is cold, she poured out the water.

"Mr. Zhou, I'll make you a cup of tea." Qin Ning came downstairs with a teapot.

Seeing the little girl leave, Mr. Zhou said, "is this the little girl you want to worship me as a teacher?"

"Qin Ning's father's surname is Qin Ping Lu, and his mother's surname is Ning, Ning Shan. Grandfather Zhou, do you remember? " Guided by Han Junyu.

"Is it their girl?" Zhou was surprised. He didn't know what he thought of. He twisted his eyebrows slightly.

"I heard that it was hard to support when I was a child. I didn't expect that I could grow to such a big age."

Qin Ning came up with hot tea and poured it carefully into Zhou's cup. She felt Zhou's sharp eyes and her hands trembled.

"Don't burn it." Han Junyu worried that she would hurt herself and came forward to help.

"It's OK."

Put down the tea cup, Qin Ning hands are cold sweat, stand in Han Junyu side.

Han Junyu knew she was timid, but he didn't expect to shake his hands when he poured a cup of tea.

Spread out her palm, found that the fingers are hot red, he frowned displeased.

Seeing Han Junyu's care and affection for the little girl, Zhou raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't ask directly.

After drinking tea, Zhou wanted to find a place to do it. Qin Ning hesitated for a few seconds to open the folding chair beside him and send it behind him.

The way she fawns on and sells herself makes Mr. Zhou want to laugh. This girl doesn't look like gentle and graceful Ningshan at all.

This girl is timid and cute. It's more interesting.

"Do you want to be a teacher?" He asked sternly.

"Yes."

Qin Ning bowed his head, honest flattery, a good student look.

"There are a lot of tuition fees to pay, millions." Mr. Zhou has a serious face.

“……”

Qin Ning nervously pinches her right hand with her left hand. She thinks that she still has some money in her bank card, but it's not enough to pay teacher Zhou's tuition.

Do you want to use the account opened by her father?

"Why don't you talk?" Zhou is impatient.

"I, I will." Qin Ning biting powder lips, determined to be cruel.

"That money, it's your own?"

"Ah?" Qin Ning was stunned.

She used to participate in all kinds of national art competitions, and her father helped her to invest the money she got. Now she has no idea how much money she has.

"Come on, I'm stupid. I'm not good at painting."

Zhou Lao's expression is irritable, but he is smiling in his heart. This little girl is really a solid eye.The man behind her can throw millions of essays to her, but instead of asking him for help, she is thinking of ways to raise money. It can be seen that she really wants to learn painting.

"Mr. Zhou, I don't have that much money. I'll pay half first and make it up when I earn money. Is that ok? "

She said nervously, her eyes full of prayers.

Seeing that she was about to cry, Han Junyu comforted her by touching her little head and comforted her in a low voice.

"Mr. Zhou is teasing you. After drinking all the tea, he can't think of breaking his debt. "

Qin Ning opened his eyes in amazement and turned to see the tea Zhou Laogang had just drunk. He hesitated.

"Mr. Zhou, Ning Ning wants to be admitted to the Art Academy of a university. I'll ask you to take care of me in the past two months." Han Junyu asked like a family leader.

"How do you want to do in the A-test?" Old Zhou scared the little girl to cry, and his tone eased a little.

When it comes to academic performance, Qin Ning is guilty and dare not speak with his head down.

"If you don't study hard, I won't give you a back door."

As Zhou got up and walked past the little girl, he stopped.

"How do you draw?"

"No, not so good."

When talking about his paintings in front of Mr. Zhou, Qin Ning was even less confident.

"This is not good, that is not good, your brain is full of boiled water?"

“……”

Qin Ning bit pink lips, she admitted that she was quite stupid.

"Mr. Zhou!"

Han Junyu leads the little girl to his side to avoid his attack.

Listen to Han Junyu speak for her, dislike the shriveled mouth, "Han Junyu, grow up a few years old, courage fat, speak so impolite."

"Mr. Zhou, I'll take Ning down to have a look." Han Junyu ignored his sarcasm and led Qin Ning downstairs.

"Hum!"

See two people leave, week old disdain of cold hum, can still go downstairs with two people.

Mr. Zhou's studio usually takes students to class. Many people are admitted to the Art Academy of a university just to enter Mr. Zhou's studio.

Because entering his studio, he not only has a high paid job, but also can fulfill his dream of art.

So when Zhou pointed to a drawing board and asked Qin Ning to draw a picture, she was too nervous to go forward.

"Ning Ning, just be yourself."

Han Junyu encouraged her, led her to the drawing board, put her hands on her shoulders, let her sit down and asked her what materials she needed.

Qin Ning stares at that pair of well-defined hands on his shoulder, and his eyes are sour.

"Uncle Han, I will, I will work hard."

Han Junyu saw that her little hand was shaking badly and frowning slightly. He knew that she was timid, but he didn't expect that she would be so small.

He held her cool little hand in his big hand and asked calmly. "Remember the first move I taught you?"