The group’s favorite little Fuwa in the rebirth era

After the exhibition, a staff member took them backstage.

Work No. 22 was bought by them.

Su Qinghe also inquired about it, and they were the only ones interested in the work No. 22, 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.

"Qinghe."

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 that she liked.

He is not exaggerating, but he has taught Su Qinghe for more than three years, and he knows her somewhat well. Although Su Qinghe is young, she is very picky, and the only works on the first floor that can catch her eye are probably the ones on the first floor.

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

"Work No. 22." Su Qinghe replied as he was told.

"No. 22?" Xie Fangming thought carefully.

Entrusted by a friend, he was fully involved in the layout and selection of works for this exhibition. Even the numbers and placement of these works were his final decision.

Xie Fangming relaxed his brows, and then frowned slightly. Apparently he remembered the work Su Qinghe mentioned.

"You actually like this style." It was really surprising.

"I just think that painting can infect people's emotions." Su Qinghe told the truth.

Xie Fang nodded clearly. Her answer was within his expectation. People who paint are particularly easily affected by emotions.

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

Su Qinghe is no exception, and several of her courses particularly require her emotional contagion.

The two didn't talk for long, and someone next to them recognized Xie Fangming.

"Thank you, Teacher, I like your work very much."

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

Su Qinghe looked at the teacher who was walking aside and couldn't help laughing. No wonder the teacher didn't like to go to such occasions.

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

The work they wanted had been purchased, and it was already getting late, so the mother and daughter left directly.

The next afternoon.

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

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

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

When Xie Fangming also went out to collect pictures, he accidentally met the child. While he was painting, the child stood beside him and watched him quietly painting.

At first, Xie Fangming didn't take it to heart. After all, he often encountered this kind of thing when he went out to collect stories.

But he quite likes this child who is neither noisy nor noisy. He likes to be quiet when painting, but he is not so lucky every time he draws pictures.

He encountered many noisy people who kept asking various questions while watching him draw, and some people even reached out to touch his things.

For several days in a row, Xie Fangming met the child every time he went to that place. Every time, he just watched him draw quietly without saying a word.

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

It has been more than half a year since he went to that place to collect information.

During the Chinese New Year, he couldn't bear to deal with visitors to his home, so he simply closed the door and walked outside to find inspiration.

The streets were deserted at that time, and he somehow remembered that child.

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

Su Qinghe had no intention of drawing anymore and sat there urging the teacher to speak quickly.

Thinking of the scene when he saw the child again, Xie Fangming felt a little dazed.

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

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

It was then that Xie Fangming found out that there was an orphanage nearby and the child turned out to be an orphan.

When he found the orphanage, he immediately saw the children sitting under the tree painting seriously, using the same painting tools he had given him.

The child was incompatible with the children playing around him. He was immersed in his own space.

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

Looking at the innocent faces of the children, all of them were sallow and thin, and their cotton clothes were so thin that they could not withstand the wind and cold, he was speechless.

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

Xie Fangming saw desire in the eyes of several children.

There were so many children at the door, and they were quickly noticed by the adults inside.

The people taking care of them were several women around forty years old. When they saw him coming, they thought he was going to adopt a child, so they hurriedly invited him in.

Such a loud movement at the door did not attract the child's attention. He was still squatting under the tree and drawing alone, not affected by the outside world at all.

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

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

When Xie Fangming said this, Su Qinghe's expression did not change. She was not shocked because she had 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. He couldn't get down inside at all, so he could only stand at the door and look inside.

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

"These are all drawn by Xiaoqi."

From the woman's mouth, Xie Fangming learned that the child had been squatting in the yard to draw every day since he got the painting tools. After he finished a painting, he ignored it and threw it everywhere.

Or she wanted to leave a memory for her child in the future, so she collected these paintings and locked them in this box, so that he could put all the paintings here in the future.

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

Xie Fangming looked at the thick stack of drawing paper in his hand. Maybe there was not enough drawing paper, because both sides of the drawing paper had been drawn.

Seeing that he was looking at him so seriously, the woman took away the children who were gathered around her and prevented them from disturbing him.

After looking at 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 to the child and stood beside him without disturbing him to look at his drawings.