The rebirth group pets the little Fuwa

After the exhibition, some staff took them to the backstage.

Work No. 22 was bought by them.

Su Qinghe also inquired about it, and they were the only ones interested in the No. 22 work, but many people inquired about her own work.

Wang Xiujuan followed the staff to check out, and Su Qinghe was waiting for her in the lobby.

"Qing He."

Not far away, Xie Fangming saw her sitting here alone and walked towards her.

"Teacher." Su Qinghe stood up.

"Which work did you buy?" Xie Fangming was a little surprised, he didn't expect that there was a work she liked.

It's not that he's exaggerating, it's just that he has taught Su Qinghe for more than three years, and he knows her a little bit. Although Su Qinghe is young, her vision is not picky, and only the works on the first floor can catch her eyes.

But the works on the first floor are the favorites of others. It is not easy to persuade them to show them, and it is impossible to agree to sell them.

"Work No. 22." Su Qinghe replied obediently.

"Number 22?" Xie Fangming thought carefully.

Entrusted by a friend, he has participated in the whole process of the exhibition layout and selection of works, and even the numbering and placement of these works are his final decisions.

Xie Fangming stretched his brows, and then frowned slightly, obviously he remembered the work Su Qinghe said.

"You actually like this style." It was a bit surprising.

"I just think that painting is very emotional." Su Qinghe said truthfully.

Xie Fang nodded clearly. Her answer was within his expectations. Painters are particularly susceptible to emotions.

Your emotions can be fully expressed in your works, and sometimes you can roughly figure out the artist's state of mind at that time by looking at a work.

Su Qinghe is no exception, and several of her courses especially need her emotional infection.

The two didn't talk for too long, and someone nearby recognized Xie Fangming.

"Mr. Xie, I like your work very much."

Xie Fangming was obviously used to this kind of occasion, his face didn't fluctuate much when he heard his words, and he dealt with the visitor politely.

Su Qinghe looked at the teacher walking aside and couldn't help laughing, no wonder the teacher didn't like to go in and out of such occasions.

"Be good." Wang Xiujuan came back after paying the bill, "They said they can deliver it tomorrow."

The works I wanted had already been bought, and it was getting late, so the mother and daughter left straight away.

the following afternoon.

When Xie Fangming came to give Su Qinghe a class, he told her the origin of the No. 22 work.

"That child is an orphan." When Xie Fangming said it, he didn't notice the shock in Su Qinghe's eyes, and continued on his own.

As early as when she heard that she was an orphan, Su Qinghe's heart began to feel restless. She didn't expect such a coincidence.

Xie Fangming also met that child by accident when he was going out to collect pictures. When he was painting, the child stood beside him all the time, quietly watching him paint.

At the beginning, Xie Fangming didn't take it seriously, after all, he often encountered such things when he went out to gather folk songs.

But he has a good impression of this quiet kid. He likes to be quiet when painting, but he is not so lucky every time he collects pictures.

He often encountered those noises, watched him draw and kept asking various questions, and some people even reached out to touch his things.

For several days, Xie Fangming met that child every time he went to that place, and every time he just quietly watched him draw without making a sound.

When the painting was completed, on the last day, Xie Fangming saw that the child also liked painting, so he specially brought a whole set of painting tools for him as a farewell gift before going out.

It has been more than half a year since he went to that place to gather folk songs.

During the Chinese New Year, he couldn't bear to deal with the visitors at home, so he simply closed the door and went outside to look for inspiration.

At that time, the street was also very deserted, and he somehow remembered that child.

The child left every time, repeated every day, and he couldn't help but want to see if the child was still there.

Su Qinghe also lost the mood to draw, and sat there urging the teacher to speak quickly.

Thinking of the scene of seeing that child again, Xie Fangming was in a daze.

He found the child without much effort, and it was only half a year since he left, and the people living around still had an impression of him.

Knowing that he was looking for that child, everyone enthusiastically pointed him in the direction.

It was also at that time that Xie Fangming found out that there was an orphanage nearby, and that child was actually an orphan.

When he found the orphanage, he immediately saw the child sitting under the tree and drawing seriously, using the painting tools he had given him.

The child was out of tune with the children playing around, and he was immersed in his own space.

"Who are you looking for?" There was a stranger standing outside, who was quickly spotted by other children.

Looking at the innocent faces of the group of children, all of them were yellow and thin, and the cotton clothes on their bodies were so thin that they couldn't resist the wind and cold at all, he was a little speechless.

"Are you here to pick someone to go home with you?" A little girl looked at him innocently.

Xie Fangming saw longing in the eyes of the children.

With so many children at the door, the adults inside quickly noticed them.

They were taken care of by a few women in their 40s. When they saw him coming, they thought he was going to adopt a child, so they hurriedly invited him in.

Such a big movement at the door did not attract the child's attention. He still squatted under the tree alone and drew without being influenced by the outside world.

When she heard that she was here to find Xiao Qi, and learned that the set of tools in Xiao Qi's hand was given by him, the woman took him to a room.

The room was very small, about ten square meters in size, and there were more than a dozen children living in it, and a group of children were all crowded into one room.

When Xie Fangming said this, Su Qinghe's expression did not change, she was not shocked, because she also lived in such a room when she was young.

But Xie Fangming has never seen it before. It can be said that he has never lived in such a small room with so many people in his life.

I saw the woman take out the well-preserved drawing paper from a box.

"This is all drawn by Xiao Qi."

From the woman's mouth, Xie Fangming learned that the child squatted in the yard to draw every day since he got the painting tools.

Or she wanted to leave a memory for the child in the future, collect these paintings and lock them in this box, so that he can put all the paintings he has drawn here in the future.

"Although Xiao Qi doesn't like to talk, he is very sensible. He will obediently do what the adults say." The woman smiled and told him about the child.

Xie Fangming looked at the stack of thick drawing paper in his hand, maybe there was not enough drawing paper, and both sides of the drawing paper had been painted.

Seeing that he was looking so seriously, the woman took away the children who surrounded him so that they would not disturb him.

After reading all the paintings in his hand, no one knew how shocked Xie Fangming was at that time.

After reading the drawing paper in his hand, Xie Fangming walked up to the child and stood beside him to look at the drawing without disturbing him.

He didn't give much paint, and it really surprised him that it can be used up to now.

There was no one beside him who didn't distract the child, and he was seriously drawing and drawing on the paper with his small face.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Xie Fangming would never have been able to associate the painting with him.

According to what the woman just said, this child is sensible and obedient, but there is no trace of cleverness in his paintings, which makes people a little scary.

"And then, and then?" Su Qinghe saw that the teacher didn't say anything in the middle, and she was scratching her heart in pain.

Xie Fangming looked at her with a smile, "Class has started."

"Ah, the teacher doesn't bring such things," Su Qinghe didn't know when the teacher became so bad, and she left half of her words.

"Teacher, what about it?" Su Qinghe didn't have any intention of drawing now, and couldn't help asking, "Is Xiao Qi still in the orphanage?"

"In the orphanage, I gave him a new set of more complete painting tools," Xie Fangming said helplessly, "Can I go to class now?"

"Ok."

Su Qinghe sat back reluctantly and began to study this lesson.

Adjust your emotions and focus.

Although the process of painting is a bit boring, there will be a sense of satisfaction when seeing these paintings presented bit by bit under my brush.

Seeing Su Qinghe seriously drawing, Xie Fangming couldn't help but think of that child again.

Once Su Qinghe starts to write, she will be immersed in it without being disturbed by the outside world at all.

If a painting is not finished, or someone calls her, she can sit here for a long time without getting up.

"Xiao Qi is thinking about painting all day long, neither eating nor sleeping." The woman's words rang in her ears.

Xie Fangming couldn't get out of his mind, and a thought came to his mind.

Su Qinghe looked at her painting with a frown, always feeling that something was wrong, so she wanted to ask the teacher.

"Teacher, I'm here—" Su Qinghe looked up to find the teacher, and found that the teacher who used to come when she called, was standing at the window thinking about something.

"Teacher? Teacher?" Su Qinghe yelled several times, stretched out her hand and waved in front of his eyes, only to see a reaction.

"What's wrong?" Xie Fangming snapped back to his senses, and walked quickly to Su Qinghe's painting as if to cover up.

Su Qinghe also don't want to expose him, just point out her problem honestly, "Here, I always feel that something is missing?"

Xie Fangming picked up her paintbrush, drew the question she just asked on the drawing paper beside her, and explained the essentials while drawing.

"I see." Su Qinghe sat down again, and improved the problem that she just thought was wrong.

Xie Fangming didn't leave anymore, he just stood beside her and watched her draw, occasionally pointing out problems when he saw them.

With a teacher watching over her, Su Qinghe couldn't help cheering up.

Until the end of get out of class, Xie Fangming didn't lose his mind, and behaved no differently from usual.

If Su Qinghe didn't know it personally, she would suspect that the distracted teacher just now was imagined by her.

Before leaving, she was given a sketching task, and Su Qinghe's gossiping thoughts were defeated by this sketching task.

"Got it." Su Qinghe walked behind the teacher listlessly.

She doesn't like sketching the most, not for any other reason, but every time she draws a sketch, her hands are so dirty that she can't see the original skin, and even her face and clothes will be stained.

The others are also smudged, but a little better than Sketch.

"Draw well, if you fail the check, the homework will be doubled." Xie Fangming looked at her with a smile.

Su Qinghe looked at him resentfully, reasonably suspecting that he did it on purpose.

"Teacher," Su Qinghe suddenly asked after sending the teacher to the door, "How old is Xiao Qi?"

Xie Fangming thought for a while, and vaguely remembered that the woman seemed to have raised her mouth at that time. He was a little uncertain, "It seems to be ten years old."

"Oh." Su Qinghe didn't expect to be older than her, "it's so big."

"It shouldn't be easy to be adopted at this age." Su Qinghe secretly looked at the teacher's eyes when she said that.

But Xie Fangming's face didn't change, as if he didn't hear what Su Qinghe said.

Su Qinghe watched the person get in the car arranged by the Su family and leave before turning back to the living room.

She wasn't talking nonsense, no matter what time it was, the young children in the orphanage who were not sick were the easiest to adopt, and those who were sick and older were mostly difficult to adopt.

As for the little Qi mentioned by the teacher, if Su Qinghe's guess is correct, he should have autism, but it may not be that serious.

If it is detected and intervened early, although it is impossible to fully recover, there is no problem with normal life.

In physical education class, other people were running around on the playground, while Su Qinghe found a place to paint with his drawing board in his arms.

A few friends came to check on the progress from time to time, sat with her for a while and then ran away, unable to sit still at all.

In fact, it could have been done at home, but since Su Qinghe had other things to do after returning home, and she didn't want to stay up late, she could only find time to draw between classes.

Fortunately, there are quite a lot of breaks in the school, and some classes are relatively free. Su Qinghe can draw freely.

She won't make it too difficult for herself, one pair a day, two if she's in a good mood, no more.

Anyway, the teacher only asks for quality now, not for speed, and she has drawn so much, it must be enough.

"Do you think I should also learn to draw?" Song Zhijun was tired from playing, and sat beside Su Qinghe to rest.

Seeing the way she draws, I am also a little tempted to learn.

Su Qinghe recalled the pictures she drew in the art class before, and it was a bit horrible.

However, she wants to join the army in the future, although Su Qinghe doesn't know what kind of army she wants to be.

But knowing one more technology is not a bad thing, maybe it will be useful someday.

"You can ask your family to find you a teacher." Su Qinghe suggested to her.

Song Zhijun really listened, "I'll tell grandma when I get back."

After this period of physical education class, it was lunch time. When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Su Qinghe's painting was only half done.

"You guys go to eat first." Su Qinghe's subordinates didn't stop moving, taking advantage of the noon break, she wanted to finish the painting in one go.

Soon, Su Qinghe was the only one in the empty playground, and everyone went to eat.

Su Qinghe was able to concentrate more on painting, and the movements of her hands gradually accelerated, without distractions.

After almost an hour, Su Qinghe finally stopped writing.

"Why are you here?" Su Qinghe turned her head and saw a few friends sitting not far away, who seemed to be holding something in their hands.

"Waiting for you to eat together."

"Hurry up, let's eat, I'm starving to death." Han Wenjie couldn't wait to open the lunch box, and started to eat.

After running for so long in physical education class, and waiting for Su Qinghe to finish painting, they were already hungry.

Su Qinghe was so touched that she couldn't speak. She thought they had already finished eating and went back to rest, but she didn't expect to wait for her hungry.

"How could we leave you alone."