Fu Jingze studied with Qingshu, and after a long time, he began to doubt himself.

This day class was just a break, and Fu Jingze said to Qingshu with shame: "Senior sister, I'm very stupid, right?"

When he was studying in the clan, he thought that everyone else was stupid. He quickly learned what his teacher taught, but others just didn't understand. Later, when he was adopted, his aunt also said that he would choose him because he was smart and good at studying.

"Why do you think so?"

Fu Jingze smiled bitterly and said, "I heard from my sister Xiner that you memorized "The University" in half a month, but I haven't finished memorizing it for half of my studies."

Qingshu was a little ashamed. In terms of qualifications, she felt that she was not as good as Fu Jingze. She just took advantage of her life: "If you don't do it once, you just memorize it twice, and if you don't do it twice, you just memorize it three times. Practice makes perfect, but if you memorize it too much, you can always memorize it."

After Fu Ran learned about this, she directly said to Fu Jingze: "Qingshu has a good memory, don't compare with him."

This means he is too stupid, and Fu Jingze couldn't help but lower his head.

Fu Ran sighed helplessly and said, "Don't underestimate yourself, your stoppage is not bad. It's just that Qingshu is an individual phenomenon, don't compare with her."

Fu Jingze looked up at Fu Ran and asked in disbelief: "Really?"

"When you go to a private school next year, you will know whether what I said is true or false. Of course, if you want, I can also send you to a private school."

Fu Jingze shook his head and said, "No, I'd better go to a private school next year!"

His foundation is too poor, and he is afraid he will not be able to keep up if he goes there. In addition, his handwriting is very poor and he can't make any moves.

Fu Ran didn't force her, and laid the foundation first and went to the private school to keep up with the process: "Qingshu is not only talented, but also hardworking. Look at her getting up at two hours of Mao every day to practice, finishing her exercises in the morning reading, and she also has to learn until halfway through Hai's hour before going to bed."

Fu Jingze nodded repeatedly: "Mother, I will work hard."

He had never thought of catching up with Qingshu, but he wanted to work hard to narrow the gap.

Fu Ran nodded. As long as Fu Jingze worked hard, she would provide him with the best conditions he could.

In the evening, someone came to Jian’s mansion.

Qingshu looked at the servant from the Jian family and asked, "Are you saying Mr. Qu wants to see me? Let me go tomorrow?"

The servant nodded and said, "Yes, my master wants to see the girl, so I would like to ask her to come to Jian's mansion tomorrow."

Although Qingshu found it strange, he nodded and agreed: "Okay, I'll go there after breakfast tomorrow."

Turning his head, Qingshu asked Fu Ran: "Teacher, what did you think Mr. Qu asks me for?"

If Jian Shu looked for her, it might be a matter of taking the exam. But if Qu Gouxun looked for her, he would be really out of touch.

Fu Ran smiled and said, "Will you know when you arrive at Jian's house tomorrow?"

The next day, when he arrived at Jian's mansion, Qingshu realized that Qu Gouxun was looking for her to guide her to paint.

Fu Ran pushed Qingshu down and said with a smile: "What a fool, you kid, thank you Mr. Qu."

Qingshu came back to his senses and asked, "Sir, I don't have the ability to paint, I'm afraid it will disappoint you."

Qu Gouxun said with a smile: "I have seen your paintings. You can draw such a good painting at such a age, and there is nothing you can do."

Qingshu expressed his guilt for such praise.

Qu Gou Xun saw many children who were arrogant and arrogant, and the first one was so humble. He smiled and asked Qingshu: "What are you best at drawing?"

"flower."

Especially the brightly colored flowers, she paints them very easily. And every time she finishes drawing them, she feels very accomplished.

Qu Gouxun asked someone to bring a pot of camellia in full bloom into the house: "Draw it."

Qingshu looked at the pot of flowers carefully from top to bottom before lifting the strokes.

Before, Qingshu took a short time to draw a teacup. However, because this pot of camellia needs to be matched, it took a long time to draw it until the evening, Qingshu had not finished drawing it.

Jian Shu came back from her girl school. When she heard that Qingshu was still painting, she came into the house to take a look.

As soon as she walked to the door, Qu Gouxun waved his hand and pointed outside.

Walking out of the house, Jian Shu said with some wonder: "What's wrong? Is that child's painting not good?"

Qu Gouxun did not immediately comment: "I will tell you when her painting is finished."

The couple had known him very well for many years, and they were afraid that the child's paintings would really catch her husband's eyes.

It was not until the hour of You that Qingshu completed the painting. He put down his brush and touched it, so hungry.

Jian Shu smiled: "Eat, eat quickly."

After dinner, Jian Shu carefully looked at Qingshu's paintings: "My husband, am I right? This child has some talent in painting skills in Shanghai."

Qu Gouxun nodded and said, "It's talent, especially in color matching."

He found that Qingshu was very sensitive to colors, and the camellia in this painting was of similar color. I didn’t know that I thought it was a real flower sticker.”

After saying that, Qu Gouxun said, "It's just that he is not very skilled in painting, but this practice makes perfect."

Jian Shu looked at the painting and said, "The color matching is really good, but I always feel that there is something missing in her painting. If this can be supplemented, it would be perfect."

Qingshu said silently in his heart, this sentence has been said many times without repeating it.

Qu Gouxun smiled and said, "Her paintings are not integrated into emotions, so you always feel that they are lacking when you look at them."

Qingshu was stunned when he heard this, but it was just a flower, what kind of emotions should be integrated into.

Qu Gouxun thought for a while and said to Qingshu: "What will you think of when you look at this flower?"

Qingshu said: "Flowers are flowers, what can you think of?"

"For example, when I see it so beautiful, I will feel particularly happy. When I paint with this pleasant mood, the drawn painting will make people feel happy both physically and mentally."

After explaining, Qu Gouxun said: "What are your thoughts when you look at it now?"

Qingshu hesitated for a while and said what he said in his heart: "The tea produced by camellia can be squeezed oil, and the meat dishes that are fried with tea oil will be particularly fragrant."

Qu Gouxun laughed.

Jianshu:...

Fu Ran said helplessly: "She has lost this stubbornness. So I didn't let her continue to learn, just act as an interest."

After laughing, Qu Gouxun said, "Why do you say that? She can think of tea fruits and oil-pulling cooking from a camellia, which proves that she has ideas too."

Although this idea is very different from that of a human, it is better to have ideas than to stare at the flower in a daze.

Jian Shu smiled and said, "Then can you give her some advice in the future?"

Although Jian Shu said that Qingshu's paintings lacked spiritual energy, she still felt loving talent when she could paint so well at a young age.

Qu Gouxun nodded and said to Qingshu: "You come here every afternoon from now on, and I will teach you an hour."

Seeing that Qingshu was still in a daze, Fu Ran quickly pushed her down and said, "Is it okay to thank Mr. Qu."

Qingshu bowed halfway: "Thank you, Mr. Qu."
Chapter completed!