You Are My Rare Passion Chapter 2813: He’s amazing

Ye Xingbei: "Oh, good, eat!"

Ye Xingbei was afraid that Wen Qiuci would know the good news, and was so excited that he couldn't eat. When Wen Qiuci was full, Ye Xingbei said to him: "Qiu Ci, your Uncle Gu helped you contact the master of Chinese painting. Mr. Qu, I want Mr. Qushan Shi to accept you as a disciple, these two days, you can prepare, we will visit Mr. Qu on the weekend."

Wen Qiuci was stunned.

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

"Yes," Ye Xingbei nodded and chuckled, "You also know Mr. Qu?"

"I know!" Wen Qiuci nodded vigorously: "My dad likes Mr. Qu's paintings the most, but we can't afford them. My dad can only explain to me Mr. Qu's paintings on the computer. Dad admires Mr. Qu Lao the most, he said that Mr. Qu is the most powerful master in the world of Chinese painting!”

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

Wen Qiuci nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Since he came to Gu's house, he has been very quiet, quiet like the shadows of the little saplings.

Where the little saplings go, he follows them. No one talks to him. He can stay silent all day.

He talks less than Ling Yue every day.

Ling Yue doesn't like to talk, but Little Sapling likes to talk to Ling Yue.

As long as the little sapling talks to Ling Yue, Ling Yue will patiently respond to the little sapling.

Wen Qiuci was not familiar with any of them, and the children would not talk to him specifically, but only occasionally asked him about something related to him.

And his answer was as simple as he could, and he implemented the words "silence is gold" very thoroughly.

Not only does he not like to talk, but he also has very few expressions on his face, and has always been quiet.

Since he came to Gu's house, this was the first time Ye Xingbei saw him in such an emotional outburst. His dark eyes were shining, and his face was flushed with excitement.

Ye Xingbei is very satisfied.

This is what a child should be like!

Seeing Qiuci so excited, the little sapling asked curiously, "Mom, who is Mr. Qu?"

"Mr. Qu Lao is a national treasure-level master of traditional Chinese painting." Huo Zhongqi answered first and handed the mobile phone to the little sapling.

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

"Wow, he's amazing!" After reading Mr. Qu's resume, Xiao Shumiao sighed in admiration.

Qin Junye said: "Our grandfather is also very good. Our grandfather is a sharpshooter. He has many soldiers under him, but he doesn't have any!"

"Yes, our grandfather is the most powerful! Even more powerful than him!" The little sapling nodded vigorously and agreed.

Ye Xingbei: "..."

The two old men are not in the same field, there is no comparison, right?

Wen Qiuci opened his mouth, wanting to say that Mr. Qu is the best.

He has been painting most since elementary school, and it is Chinese painting.

In his mind, the most powerful is of course the national treasure-level master Mr. Qu Lao.

However, when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them again.

He didn't want to quarrel with the little saplings.

Also, Little Sapling's grandfather is indeed very powerful.

Many people listened to him.