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Huang Wen was somewhat dissatisfied with Lao Qi and Lao Wang's accusations against him, and he couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "I'm telling the truth!"

"Okay, everyone has left, so let's forget about it. Maybe we really aren't meant to have this child." Zhao Yuanying said to Huang Wen and Lao Qi, trying to ease the atmosphere.

However, they did not know that one day ten years later, when they saw Leng Yichen on TV, their hearts were filled with endless regret.

They missed such a talented child, and now Leng Yichen has become a highly-regarded artist and has achieved great success.

Especially Huang Wen, he later accepted a closed disciple, but although that disciple had some talent, he was arrogant and greedy for pleasure.

In the end, due to his arrogance, his talent was ruined and he couldn't even finish painting. Compared with Leng Yichen's brilliant achievements, Huang Wen was undoubtedly the one who regretted the most.

At the same time, Jin Huan was sitting in the back seat of the car holding her son, looking at her husband who was driving, and asked softly: "Are we still going to Miaomiao's senior brother?"

Jin Huan felt a little sorry for her son. He had done nothing wrong, but he was despised and pitied by people just because of his autism. As a mother, Jin Huan felt extremely distressed.

She didn't want to see her son being treated like this and hoped to protect him from the strange looks from the outside world.

Leng Yichen looked at his son through the rearview mirror and found that he was very quiet, as if what had just happened had not affected him at all.

Such a reaction made Leng Yichen feel a little relieved. At least his son would not be sad because of this, and he didn't have to care about other people's strange looks.

"Let's go over there. The place is nearby, not far. The teacher recommended by Miaomiao can become her senior, so he must be really talented. Besides, haven't you always wanted Yichen to meet the autistic painter? Maybe it will have some positive influence on Yichen." Leng Zijun persuaded Jin Huan.

After hearing this, Jin Huan was moved and thought it was a good suggestion.

"Okay, let's go over there. The candidates chosen by Miaomiao are indeed very good. Although Master Huang said in the information he sent us that he is very utilitarian, it is understandable that he looks down on our Yichen. But Elder Qi and Elder Wang are indeed very good choices." Jin Huan agreed.

"But Yichen just doesn't like them. As for the remaining two, one is gentle and elegant, and the other is also an autistic patient. We should go and take a look at these two." Jin Huan said while hugging Yichen.

"Well, according to what Miaomiao said before, let's go find her seventh senior brother first, and then find her third senior brother." Although Jin Huan didn't quite understand, he still decided to follow Xiao Miaomiao's advice.

"Okay." Xiao Miaomiao also received the message from Teacher Wen, saying that those people were not destined to become Yichen's teacher.

Xiao Miaomiao did not feel any regrets about this.

Since he couldn't become a teacher, it meant that Yichen and them had no destiny. She only hoped that Yichen could find a teacher he liked among his senior brothers.

After asking people around them, Leng Yichen and Jin Huan finally found Xiao Miaomiao's seventh senior brother Wen Ya in a nearby park.

Leng Zijun and his wife made a very good first impression when they met each other. They were indeed as gentle and elegant as their name suggested.

When they saw people, Wen Ya was squatting on the ground, patiently instructing a child in painting.

The child was obviously a beginner and his drawing was a mess, but Wen Ya was not angry. Instead, she smiled very gently.

The child even picked up a paintbrush and ruined a beautiful painting he had just finished, still with a gentle expression on his face.

The child's parents were very surprised and apologetic when they saw this scene: "I'm sorry! My child has ruined your beautiful painting. I'm so sorry."

They had no idea who the man in front of them was, nor did they know how much his paintings were worth.

They just think their children destroyed other people's work and should apologize.

However, Wen Ya shook his head gently and said with a smile: "It's okay. Children have unlimited creativity and we should encourage them to express themselves freely." His voice was as warm as the spring breeze, making people feel extremely comfortable.

The child seemed to realize his mistake. He looked at Wen Ya timidly and said softly, "I'm sorry, I accidentally stained your painting. Your painting is very beautiful. Can I buy it?"

As he spoke, he took out all the change from his pocket. The change looked like the change that parents gave to their children to buy candy. The largest denomination was only ten yuan, and the total was only twenty-five yuan.

"Is this money enough? If not, I can ask my dad for a borrow." The child looked at Wen Ya sincerely, expecting his response.

Leng Zijun knew very well that Wen Ya's paintings were very valuable. Each painting started at at least one hundred thousand, and the most famous one was worth tens of millions.

However, Wen Ya only took the smallest denomination of one yuan in the pile of change, and said to the little boy with a smile: "This painting only costs one yuan, and now the painting belongs to you." After that, he gently handed the scroll to the little boy and gently touched his head.

"Really?" The little boy's face showed an expression of disbelief and ecstasy.

"Of course it's true." Wen Ya nodded with a smile.

"Thank you!" The little boy thanked Wen Ya politely.

The parents were a little embarrassed. The wife took their son away, but the man stayed and took out his wallet. "Sir, we just saw that you have been painting this picture for a long time. I don't know the price of the painting. You should tell me the price and I will give you the money."

Wen Ya smiled and shook her head, showing the man the one-yuan note in her hand, and said softly: "I have already accepted your child's fees. I am honest and fair to everyone. You don't need to pay extra. Moreover, your child's love for my paintings is the greatest affirmation and reward for me."

When the man heard him say this, he was filled with gratitude, but he couldn't help but express his gratitude again: "Thank you so much!"

After all, the work you worked so hard to create was destroyed by others in an instant. If you met a person with a bad temper, he would probably get angry a long time ago.

But the painter was not angry at all. Instead, he was so tolerant and generous, which made him feel extremely admired.

"You're welcome. Drawing is meant to be appreciated by others. I am so happy that the children like my paintings." Wen Ya replied with a smile.

Seeing his sincere attitude, the man no longer insisted, thanked him repeatedly and turned away.

Wen Ya began to pack her things and prepare to go back.

Just then, Leng Zijun, his wife and Leng Yichen came over.

Wen Ya raised her head, looked at them, and a warm smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Leng Zijun keenly noticed that what had just happened did not really make Wen Ya unhappy. His eyes were still clear and pure, just like Xiao Miaomiao.

It would be a great choice for my son to have him as his teacher. He is really gentle, patient and kind from the heart.