When Qian leyi first picked up the brush, she had confirmed this point.
Most people who studied art had a foundation, so when others could draw apples, she would draw a ball, and it was the kind of ball that belonged to the globe.
Teacher:"..."
Qian leyi:"..."
They looked at each other speechlessly, and there was only awkward Qian Xing.
In the restaurant, Qian leyi told Yu Yanzhou about this matter. Yu Yanzhou could only smile for a long time before he stopped.
Qian leyi raised her chopsticks and hit him. "What are you laughing at?"
After Yu Yanzhou smiled, he said, "I told you before, if art is so easy to learn, and sister Sichen has an artist mother, why don't you become an artist?"
Qian leyi bit on her chopsticks as she listened to Yu Yanzhou's words. It seemed to make sense.
"But sister Sichen doesn't like art because she feels that art has taken away her mother,"Qian leyi retorted.
