Affectionate she doesn't know

Chapter 582 People who love to paint paint things with souls

When Ning Huanian finished wiping the books, he was already idle to a certain extent. He had been supporting his head to watch Sheng Qingqing draw. Sheng Qingqing also felt the gaze from her head, and she suddenly stopped the pen in her hand.

Then in the next second, he raised his head and put Ning Huanian's chin on it, and they both let out an "ouch" at the same time.Especially Ning Huanian, he questioned Sheng Qingqing helplessly: "Why did you suddenly raise your head? It would be a pity if I don't buy insurance when I'm with you."

Sheng Qingqing is also well-founded, she thinks this is not her problem: "How would I know that your chin is here, and you are not the only one injured, I also hit the head, you are the most precious, pampered Ning Master."

Listening to Sheng Qingqing complaining to him, Ning Huanian didn't say anything, he didn't admit or deny it, because he was too lazy to talk to Sheng Qingqing now, and more importantly, he really wanted to see the finished draft.

"I didn't even know you could draw." Ning Huanian just said something unintentionally, but Sheng Qingqing sighed softly.

"Hey……"

Hearing Sheng Qingqing's sigh, Ning Huanian froze. He involuntarily looked at Sheng Qingqing's face, and saw a slight disappointment on Sheng Qingqing's face. Ning Huanian didn't know what was going on with her. up.

"What's wrong with you? What did I say wrong?"

Facing Ning Huanian's question, Sheng Qingqing shook her head slightly: "I didn't say anything wrong, I just feel it's a pity, I liked drawing when I was young, and I like it now, but because my family didn't have money, I didn't learn it. "

Hearing what Sheng Qingqing said, Ning Huanian suddenly understood the situation. Sheng Qingqing's family really had no money.

Because she lives with her grandma, and Sheng Qingqing has to go to school, so the only labor force left in the family is grandma. Even if an old man has a job, he can't earn much money by picking up bottles.

"Then you can be said to be self-taught now."

Sheng Qingqing laughed suddenly, and she didn't stop the movement of her hands because of this: "Yes, but I'm also embarrassed to play tricks in front of you professionals."

Hearing Sheng Qingqing's humble words, Ning Huanian raised the corners of his lips. He didn't feel that he was a professional, because he still had a lot to learn, and there were many people who were better than him.

"If I were a professional, wouldn't you be a genius? To be able to draw like this without professional training is already very good. You are usually so thick-skinned, but now you know how to be humble?"

Listening to Ning Huanian's words, Sheng Qingqing didn't know whether she should cry or laugh, and she didn't know whether Ning Huanian was praising her or scolding her.

"After all, you still want to hurt me, is it because you are jealous of my talent?"

Ning Huanian did not answer Sheng Qingqing. He had seen Sheng Qingqing's talent, but he was not jealous of Sheng Qingqing.

He remembered that an art teacher at the university said that although the things drawn by professionally trained people are similar in shape, they do not necessarily have a soul.

On the contrary, those who have not received professional training and draw because they like it, the things they draw are really good things.

"You think too much, how could I be jealous of you, after all, my paintings are much prettier than yours, I'm a professional."

(End of this chapter)