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He didn't respond to what he said, and kept drawing, drawing thousands and tens of thousands, rain or shine, the cleaners washed his tigers off, and he continued to draw. "

Yang Xiaokong asked, "What happened next?"

"I don't know, one day he disappeared, no one knows where he went."

"Is he good at drawing?"

"Okay, no one in the Chinese painting department can compare."

Yang Xiaokong covered his eyes with his hand, warm tears welled up in his palm, he asked: "Senior Brother Bai, you also want me to change my career?"

Bai Weiyu was busy shirking responsibility: "I don't mean anything, you choose yourself, I just hope that after you choose, ten or twenty years from now, you will not regret the choice you made today." He moved his chin to Gongcifang Yi Yang: "Let's not talk about insanity, let's talk about Senior Brother Wei. He is one of the weirdos in the Academy of Fine Arts. He makes millions if not tens of millions. He can be a nouveau riche comfortably, but he goes abroad to buy some The old cynic came back and became a poor professor again. You ask him, is it worth it? That old cynic will definitely say it’s worth it, and it’s worth working for a lifetime.”

Yang Xiaokong looked at Bai Weiyu thoughtfully, and suddenly became happy, "Brother Bai, what you said is really useless and illogical."