Most of the Chinese paintings in the field are characters, flowers, birds and landscapes. They look very artistic, so people are immersed in it, and they feel a little more quiet.

Jing Yunzhao said that he had to be with Mo Zhengyan, so when he took a class at noon, he immediately went to the place where Mo Zhengyan taught. When he saw the clothes he wore, he even grinned.

Coincidentally, Professor Mo is wearing the dress that he wore when he went to the market that day.

"Xiao Jing, this state seems to be a bit wrong with you today?" Professor Mo looked at Jing Yunzhao's eyes and always felt a little strange feeling.

The child is usually very steady, and the mood is not good, but today the mood seems to be very good, with a bit of smile on his lips, but he is somewhat cool.

"Teacher, I just can't wait to see those paintings." Jing Yunzhao said.

"Is it?" It is not like it.

However, in the past three days, he was very satisfied with Jing Yunzhao. How can a person's personality be able to come from her life? He is a high demander, especially when it comes to writing books and paintings. However, this girl has a high tolerance. No matter what he said, she listened patiently and knew that she was not enough to rectify.

People are very smart, and they are all at one point. If he said it, this girl is also firmly remembered.

Originally, he still felt that he had some impulsiveness in receiving students, but now he feels lucky.

It is a good seedling.

Patience, savvy, and a unique temperament on the body, each time in the paintings and calligraphy, there is some feeling like the incorporation of the ink, so that he could not help but marvel.

It’s a pity that I learned a little late, otherwise I’m afraid of being famous for her qualifications.

Mo Zhengyan sighed and went downstairs with Jing Yunzhao.

Mo Zhengyan hated other people to disturb, so the building that was staying was very quiet. It was also his staff quarters. There were not many people nearby. The two crossed the path and they walked into the crowd.

If Mo Zhengyan is a person, it will not attract others' attention. After all, the world’s old man is tens of millions. The previous photos don’t have a face. No one knows where it is, but now, with Jing Yunzhao, It is totally different.

Although there are many students who know Mo Zhengyan, there are more people here to watch the exhibition. Those people don’t know who Mo Zhengyan is, and they suddenly get busy.

"Scorpio, this is too mad? Her face is really thick, even with this dirty old man swaying in school!"

"An old man is not serious, and one is a material shackle. It really refreshed my three views!"

"Yeah, I have never seen such a shameless person, even if you want to slap the old man, you should be low-key..."

......

"However, it’s so familiar to how old the old man is..."

......

The crowd is noisy, Mo Zhengyan is not a blind man. How can he not hear it? At first, there may be some unknowns. The more you can hear the words, the more angry you will be.

These people are talking about him and Jing Yunzhao?

what happened?

Jing Yunzhao looked at Mo Zhengyan, and he was pitiful for him for a while. He was criticized when he was old, but he was wronged, but the master and the apprentice were a family. She was stunned for three days. This is only a moment. And immediately these screams are gone.

Moreover, a slap in the face does not ring, she was broken by the dirty water, as one of the parties, Professor Mo should also be qualified to know.

"That is Professor Mo..." Someone in the crowd said something.

Mo is arrogant and wants to go away. When he left, he met the dean and several leaders who came over.

"Old Mo, you are... what happened?" The dean looked very strange.

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