good teacher?

Zhao Luzheng did not speak.

He knew that in the next time, he would get the answer.

…

"I always remember the day I first met my teacher..."

Zhou Yao spoke very slowly.

It seems to be reminiscing, seeming to be nostalgic.

...

That day, he went to junior high school to report.

Even though September is approaching, the sun above our heads is still scorching.

This made him feel even more irritable because the summer vacation was about to end and he would go to school tomorrow.

As soon as I got back to grandpa’s house-

The junior high school is closer to my grandfather's house.

So after he entered junior high school, his parents sent him to his grandfather's house.

The old man is very happy that his grandson lives with him.

He was also very happy.

Grandpa's house is an old-fashioned house from the past.

Although it is a bit old, it is more interesting in the eyes of children.

Not to mention that grandpa’s house also has a yard and a patio.

There is also a small vegetable patch planted by grandpa and potted flowers carefully taken care of by grandma.

…

Zhou Yao rushed to the warehouse.

There are many interesting places in grandpa's house.

But there are also disadvantages.

For example, elderly people don't like to turn on the air conditioner.

Fortunately, he found a good place to cool off.

It's my grandfather's warehouse.

It's said to be a warehouse, but it's just a small room.

It was filled with all kinds of useless stuff that the old man couldn't bear to throw away.

Well.

There are also two large bookshelves filled with books.

They are all books of some age.

The pages of the book are also a little yellowed.

He also found several comic books.

There are even paints and drawing boards in the warehouse.

Obviously my grandparents don’t know how to draw.

When he asked this question with a puzzled look on his face, grandpa hit him on the head.

What he said immediately made him roll his eyes.

...

"Ah, is there still this thing in the warehouse?"

...

Zhou Yao:......

Isn't this their warehouse?

Moreover, if you don’t know, why should you hit him on the head?

Zhou Yao was a little angry.

...

The two old men were very old, and there were a lot of miscellaneous things in the warehouse, so they couldn't tell the story one by one.

Zhou Yao muttered a few words and didn't care about the origin of the things.

Originally, he was just asking casually.

Soon his attention was attracted by a newly discovered martial arts novel.

I found the first part of this martial arts novel before.

The next article has not been found.

I asked my grandparents to no avail.

He was still quite unhappy.

I didn't expect to find it this time.

He was extremely happy.

…

Zhou Yao ran into the warehouse with great movement.

There was a "pound" sound when the door closed.

The old lady tidying up flowers and plants not far away was startled.

Then he shook his head helplessly, "This child."

…

The cool atmosphere in the warehouse made Zhou Yao relax his eyebrows.

The irritable mood has also eased a lot.

He looked around.

He has been to this warehouse many times.

I'm afraid his grandparents don't know as much about this warehouse as he does.

For him as a child, the warehouse was a treasure house.

Every time he came here, he couldn't help but feel a bit adventurous.

Both excited and looking forward to it.

However, as he grew older, the attraction of warehouses gradually diminished for him.

At this moment, standing in the warehouse, he didn't know what to do for a moment.

His wandering eyes were fixed on somewhere.

that is……

…

Zhou Yao suddenly became interested in painting.

He has not touched the drawing board and paint since he first found them.

He has no interest in painting.

Even the art homework in school was perfunctory.

But now he suddenly felt disinterested in what he had done before and wanted to try something new.

He only drew with crayons.

I have never used such professional painting equipment before.

…

Looking at the colors of the paint on the drawing paper, Zhou Yao's eyes lit up with a strange light.

He didn't have anything specific to draw.

Just scribble on the left and right strips of the drawing paper.

His face became beaming with joy.

It's quite a bit of the wantonness of a great painter "to criticize Fang Qiu".
To be continued...