After Chang En was stunned for a moment, he tilted his head and started thinking.

Since Mr. Xiao Xiao asked this...

...

"You have no impression of him at all?"

Xiao Xiao looked at Zhou Yao.

The words were spoken to Chang En.

"You taught him painting for three years."

...

The third brother's words made Zhao Luzheng understand the general outline of the matter.

The other party actually forgot about Zhou Yao... right?

It also......

Zhao Luzheng thought of Zhou Yao's complicated emotions towards his teacher when he told him about the past...

Zhou Yao always had a grudge against that teacher.

Not a moment is forgotten.

But the other party...

This was a huge blow to Zhou Yao.

...

The scholar looked at Zhou Yao's face carefully.

However, it has always been relatively insensitive to human appearance.

It never painted humans.

It admires human paintings.

But I only appreciate human paintings.

It has no desire to know more about humans.

All its energy is spent on painting.

...

Being stared at by the teacher like this, Zhou Yao suddenly became nervous.

Fingers together.

Um?

What did your finger seem to hit?

It's a mobile phone!

After a few seconds of confusion, Zhou Yao finally came to his senses.

By the way, mobile phone!

Zhou Yao's eyes lit up.

He hurriedly took out his cell phone from his pocket.

After unlocking the screen, he clicked on the photo.

...

This is it!

Fortunately, after finding the painting this time, he took a photo of it.

He couldn't quite remember the reason for doing so at the time.

It obviously happened some time ago.

Zhou Yao shook his head slightly.

He turned the phone screen to the teacher.

"Teacher, this painting!"

"You modified my random graffiti and drew it."

"You should remember this painting, right?"

"If you don't remember me, you should remember this painting..."

Zhou Yao couldn't help but tighten his grip on the phone.

The teacher actually forgot about him...

It was really hard for him to let go of this.

Especially in a short period of time.

...

The scholar looked at his cell phone curiously.

Then he looked at the painting on the screen.

Um?

The scholar was stunned for a moment.

this painting……

"It was indeed me who drew it..."

…

"That's right!"

The scholar's admission made Zhou Yao excited.

"This is what you drew."

"At that time I was just scribbling on this piece of paper, but you turned it into such a beautiful painting."

"I was stunned."

Even now, looking at this painting, he can still recall the amazement he felt at that time.

"I was very excited and kept asking you how you painted. I think you are so awesome."

"Then you said..."

Zhou Yao swallowed his saliva and said, "You can teach me."

yes.

It was obviously the person in front of him who introduced him to the world of painting.

As a result, he lost him halfway.

Crisp and neat...

After finally seeing him, he still looked like he didn't recognize him.

Phew~

He took a deep breath.

The tightness in his heart made him want to scream.

How could there be such a person?

Is he a toy for the teacher's whim?

What about his search for, longing for, and worry about his teacher, as well as his doubts, entanglements, and depression about his abilities during that period...

That obscure time...

What kind of?

He amuses himself alone?

ha!

…

"oh."

The scholar's face finally showed a look of surprise.

Although there is still some doubt mixed in with it.

It looked like he had only half remembered it.

Xiao Xiao sighed slightly.
To be continued...