Mist System: Legend of Stars and Moon

Ye Shurou went to the bathroom and sent a message to Xun Diexin.

Ye Shurou said: Die Xin, I was going to write our names and Xiongqi's names on the painting, but my uncle asked me to go out to talk about something, and when I came back, the studio door was locked. I don't know if I will have time to write Xiongqi's name tomorrow. Also, my uncle has to go on a business trip recently, so I have to stay at the teacher's house, but it's okay! Because I can ask the teacher some questions that I don't know.

After sending the message, Ye Shurou came out of the bathroom and prepared to go to the teacher's office to find him, and the teacher was waiting for her at the door of the studio.

Ye Shurou smiled at the teacher and said, "Hello, teacher. I am just about to go to your office to see you. My uncle has to go on a business trip. I am sorry to bother you."

The teacher smiled and shook his head: "It doesn't matter."

Ye Shurou looked up and observed the teacher's expression, which was a cunning smile.

A smile is an expression. You cannot guess the purpose of someone's smile based on their appearance.

Ye Shurou filled her thoughts with countless paintings, so as to divert her attention.

The teacher asked, "Shurou, where are these in your schoolbag? Have you packed them?"

Ye Shurou said: "Teacher, the studio door is locked and my schoolbag is inside. I can't get my schoolbag."

The teacher said, "Then come and get it tomorrow. Are there any homework assigned by other teachers?"

Ye Shurou said: "No."

"Then tomorrow won't be too late."

"Ah."

The teacher said, "Let's go back!"

"Well, teacher, I'm going to the bathroom first."

"Okay, go ahead!" Ye Shurou returned to the bathroom again and opened her mobile phone to check Die Xin's message.

Unfortunately, there is no reply from Die Xin.

After Ye Shurou hid her phone, she came to the teacher and said, "Teacher, let's go!"

"Ah."

On the road.

The teacher said to Ye Shurou: "Shurou, my home may not be as good as your uncle's. I hope you can get used to it."

Ye Shurou said: "It's great to be able to live in the teacher's home, thank you teacher."

The teacher asked: "Shu Rou, what do you usually do at home?"

Ye Shurou enumerated: "At my uncle's house, I would buy groceries, cook, wash dishes, and help with housework. At my teacher's house, I would do the same."

The teacher said, "Shurou, you are such a good child."

"It's nothing, after all, he gave me a chance to study in the city." Ye Shurou continued, "I also thank the teacher for teaching me many painting techniques."

Teacher: "You're welcome, Shurou. You are smart and quick to learn, unlike some other students in the class."

Ye Shurou said to the teacher: "Teacher, each of us has a different understanding of painting, but what he understands is a space that you cannot understand."

The teacher asked, "I have such a high degree, do you question the teacher?"

Ye Shurou was going to stay at her teacher's house, and she was too embarrassed to argue with him, so she could only say, "That's not what I meant."

"So what does it mean?"

Ye Shurou ran to the trees on both sides and said, "Teacher, you see those trees are all different, but they can all grow into towering trees. We don't need any disciplinary templates, just let nature take its course."

The teacher did not listen to Ye Shurou's words, but just looked at her back quietly and made plans.

When Ye Shurou turned around, the teacher changed his face to a kind one and looked at Ye Shurou.

Ye Shurou said: "Teacher, you understand what I said!"

The teacher smiled and said, "Well, Shurou, I understand what you said. Hao Xiongqi has his own ideas. It was the teacher who was wrong before."

"Teacher, although you are strict, you are a good teacher."

The teacher walked to Shurou's side and said, "Thank you, Shurou. I'll make her something delicious when I get home."

"Ah."

When they arrived at the teacher's house, Ye Shurou helped the teacher wash the vegetables, and the teacher cooked. They had a simple meal like this.

The teacher took Ye Shurou to his studio and said, "Shurou, these are some of the paintings that the teacher drew in his early years. They were also the paintings I practiced during the art exam, and I never threw them away."

Ye Shurou said: "Teacher, I understand that when you start to paint a picture, you have already developed feelings for it. They seem to represent your feelings at a certain time."

The teacher said: "Yes! They are all paintings with life."

Ye Shurou said: "The teacher gave them life."

The teacher said: "Or maybe, they already have life, and they came into my life because of fate."

Ye Shurou said: "Maybe! Because there are many problems in the world that philosophers have not yet explained."

Ye Shurou noticed a painting of a starry sky in a corner: "Teacher, do you also like to paint the starry sky?"

The teacher pointed to one of the paintings and said, "Well, this is the starry sky I saw when I was lying on the lawn as a child. This is the starry sky I saw when I was in junior high school. This is the spring, summer, autumn, and winter. The stars went from sparse to lush. During this process, I suddenly thought of those lost relatives who are blessing us in heaven."

Ye Shurou said: "Teacher, life will dissipate, but the soul is immortal. When our loved ones are alive, we give them happiness and warmth. Then we should not have regrets after they die. We should live for ourselves. Teacher, you should also keep pursuing your artistic world."

The teacher said: "Well, Shurou is right, I did the same."

Ye Shurou said: "Teacher, you are such a nice person."

The teacher remained silent.

Ye Shurou continued: "The stars in my house are also very beautiful. I can see the starry sky from my window. I often draw the starry sky at home. If the teacher has the opportunity to come to my house, I will show you all my paintings."

The teacher said: "I'm sorry, you can take a photo and send it to the teacher."

Ye Shurou said: "Well, come to think of it, it doesn't seem appropriate for a teacher to come to my house. If you were my elementary school art teacher, you could come to my house to see my paintings under the pretext of a home visit."

The teacher said: "So now I am your art teacher, isn't that good?"

Ye Shurou said: "Very good, and it's still good now."

The teacher asked: "Shu Rou, at what age did you start learning to paint?"

Ye Shurou said, "I didn't learn it, but when I was five years old, I drew a tree on a piece of white paper, and it actually came out. But I was in the classroom at that time, and there were no windows in the classroom. I was surprised why I could draw a tree. I looked at the place where the tree appeared, and it was empty, but I could control my brain and make a tree appear there."

The teacher asked: "Did you go to look for the tree you drew later?"

Ye Shurou said, "I looked for it, but I couldn't find it. There is no tree that looks like it in reality."

“A natural artist.”

"Teacher, it's nothing, anyone can imagine these things."

The teacher smiled and said, "No, it's not. That's your talent. You have to work hard!"

"Yes! Teacher, I can."

"Wait and see."