Why do you still need to roll up after being reborn?

Chapter 31 Signed Xiaosi

In the end, Song Jiawen agreed to Teacher Song and became his teacher and his close disciple.

Song Qing was very proud.

The round-faced man is also very excited, he has a talented little junior sister.

"By the way, Jiawen, there is a calligraphy, French and painting competition in Kyoto in early May. Go and participate. I will recommend it to you."

Song Jiawen shook her head and refused, "I don't have time. I'm going to Beicheng to participate in a physics competition at the end of April."

She won't go there if she has time. Painting is purely a business hobby and a tool to earn living expenses, nothing more.

"Physics contest?"

Song Qingping frowned, "Why are you participating in that thing? It's a waste of brains. It would be great to have this time to practice calligraphy and Chinese painting."

Ruthless things!

Song Jiawen remembered that Teacher Gao and the Physics teacher had told her yesterday to study more questions when she had nothing to do. What kind of painting should she draw? It was a waste of time.

For a moment, she didn't know what reaction she should give Song Qingping, but she just said, "The school has already registered."

Song Qingping slammed the tea cup in his hand on the table and huffed.

Finally, I met a talented disciple. He hadn’t recommended anyone to a Chinese painting competition for several years. Why did No. [-] Middle School still compete with him?

The round-faced man understood his teacher very well. This was a Chinese painting competition for teenagers and there was an age limit, otherwise he would have participated.

Of course, there are many people who want to participate, but not many are qualified. I don’t blame Teacher Song for being picky. He is really not good enough. If he goes, it will just make people laugh, and it is unnecessary.

But the eldest daughter of the Deng family did not have this self-awareness. She always thought that her painting was quite good, but Teacher Song refused to recommend it to her and even complained that Teacher Song made things difficult for her.

So recently the teacher didn't even answer her phone calls.

Song Jiawen didn't know how valuable this spot was, but even if she did, she didn't care.

What she cares about now is money, living expenses and money to go to college in the second half of the year.

The apprenticeship process was very simple. She only served Song Qingping a cup of tea and that was it.

Song Qingping was not very particular about this aspect. Even if he took advantage of Song Jiawen, he would be satisfied if she could call him teacher.

Knowing that Song Jiawen was anxious to make money, and knowing that she came here on leave today, he had nothing to do in the afternoon, so he asked her to stay in the studio and paint Chinese paintings.

"Earlier, I asked Liu Meng if you could paint Chinese paintings. Once the Chinese paintings are finished, they are easier to sell than other paintings and are a little more expensive. But she was hesitant and refused to give me an accurate answer. She also felt uncomfortable asking too many questions. I'm annoyed, saying it affects your study. If you take the Chinese painting major in the future, your results will be fine, so what will it affect?"

Song Jiawen didn't expect Song Qingping to be so eloquent. She lowered her head and painted, pretending to be immersed in it.

Gradually the room became quiet.

This time Song Jiawen painted peonies as before, but the difference is that there are two more bees on the peonies, which is the finishing touch, making them more active and spiritual.

Song Qingping stood aside and watched, his eyes gradually darkening.

"Sign your name."

In the past, the paintings brought by Liu Meng were not signed, and many people also know that Song Qingping's gallery occasionally displays a few paintings painted by students. Some people buy them after taking a fancy to them, but because the painter is not famous, the price is not high. high.

However, half of them were kept by Song Qingping and were not sold.

Now that Song Jiawen is his disciple, selling paintings will naturally be different from before.

He asked Song Jiawen to sign it first, and then stamped his own seal on the bottom, which was to help her gain fame in advance.

Especially in this way, the price of the painting will naturally go up. This painting of peonies and bees can fetch at least one thousand.

Song Jiawen squinted her eyes and thought for a moment, and finally wrote the word "小四" in the lower right corner.

"Little Four?"

Song Qingping was surprised, "Why do you want to call me this name?" It's so dull and unpleasant, she might as well be called Jiawen.

"Simple and easy to remember."

<divclass="contentadv">Song Jiawen looked at those two words and felt that she should write them out.

"Okay, as long as you like it."

Song Qingping thought this was the pen name given to him by Song Jiawen. Although it sounded weird, it would be even weirder when others called him "Master Xiaosi" when he became famous.

But children at this age are a bit rebellious now, and he is afraid that she will be unhappy if he disagrees.What’s more, I’ve already written it down, so let’s leave it at that.

Later, he would carve a seal with her real name, and then stamp his own seal every time after drawing her signature. It would still have no effect.

At 05:30 in the afternoon, Song Jiawen left Teacher Song’s yard and returned to school.

Walking out of the quiet alley, the setting sun shrouds you in a golden glow.

Song Jiawen walked along the road to the nearest bus stop. Not far away, there was a green jeep parked in front of a local restaurant that resembled a thatched house. There were several men in military uniforms standing in front of the jeep, each holding a cigarette in their hand. Smoky.

Song Jiawen didn't look over there, and walked straight to the platform behind them with her bag on her back.

"Gaga?"

Song Jiawen's upper body stiffened when she heard the familiar call. She knew who the person calling her was without looking back.

She had been in Yunzhou for a while, but she had never looked for Song Xiwen once, and she deliberately wanted to forget about her.

For this sister, her heart is complicated.

I used to long for her tenderness and be very close to her. After all, she was the only "family member" in the family who was friendly to her.

but now

Song Jiawen didn't want to face her.

"Jiajia, is that you?"

After the man called out, Song Jiawen didn't look back. He thought he called him by mistake, but there was probably no one with a similar face to his sister-in-law.

Song Jiawen turned around helplessly, looked at the man walking through the smoke with her dark eyes, and called out lightly, "Brother-in-law!"

"It's really you."

Zhou Youming was full of surprise, "Why did you come to Yunzhou? No, when did you come? Why didn't you listen to your sister?"

Song Jiawen pursed her lips, not knowing how to answer him.

Only then did Zhou Youming discover the uniform of Yunzhou No. [-] Middle School that Song Jiawen was wearing, and he was even more surprised.

He knew that Song Jiawen was smart and had good grades, but he never expected that she would be good enough for No. [-] Middle School to recruit people.

What was even more unexpected was that he and his wife didn't know that she had come to No. [-] Middle School.

Forget it if he doesn't know, but what about Song Xiwen?

This is her biological sister.

Zhou Youming was keenly aware that there was a problem here, but he knew that now was not a good time to ask about the situation.

He threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, raised his hand and pointed at the restaurant behind him, "Come over and eat together. I'll take you back after dinner."

"Brother-in-law."

"You have to eat, right? Or are you saying you don't want to eat with me?"

Song Jiawen lowered her eyes and sighed inwardly.

Although Zhou Youming was kind to her in the past, because of Song Xiwen's relationship, she wanted to keep a distance from him in the future, and not contact him if she could.

After all, she wanted to stay away from Song Xiwen, let alone her husband.

Xiaosi’s signature will be a clue to Jiajia’s biological parents in the future.

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