If it were her, she actually wouldn’t be able to accept the other’s kindness after her heart had died, because she felt it was charity.
But this lady boss is willing to accept, probably just to reassure the other party, so they won’t feel so much guilt towards her.
As Gu Yao was thinking, her vision blurred, and several sheets of drawing paper appeared before her eyes.
Gu Yao looked at the sheets of drawing paper on the table and was momentarily stunned before she looked up at Ais, who was smiling.
"These are all drawings I made when I came to this inn. See if my drawing skills have improved."
Upon hearing this, Gu Yao picked up the sheets of drawing paper on the table and started examining them seriously, one by one.
On the drawings, there was the scenery of the river outside the window, passersby enjoying the view by the river, strangers sitting inside the inn drinking tea and chatting, and even one drawing of a table filled with dishes.
"Did you draw all these?" As Gu Yao looked at these drawings, she inexplicably felt good.
Her fondness for Ais increased quite a bit.
After all, having common interests makes conversation easier between friends.
The main thing was she really didn’t expect someone who claimed not to like drawing to persevere in it.
"Of course! Since I first came to this inn and thought the scenery was nice, I brought drawing supplies with me every time afterward, and all my drawings are kept here at the inn."
"But didn’t you say you don’t like drawing?" Gu Yao asked with a smile.
"Yeah, but it’s rare for someone to praise me for having talent in drawing, so I obviously couldn’t waste that talent, right?"
"I thought after I went abroad, you wouldn’t even pick up a paintbrush again."
"Why would that be? You didn’t stop coming back. Quickly, look at my drawings, have I made any progress?"
Gu Yao looked at Ais, who was eagerly seeking praise like a child, and inexplicably found this side of him familiar.
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Gu Yao had forgotten, but Shangguan Yu used to be in front of her.
Like a child, playful and mischievous, always sticking to her...
"...Your drawings are very good." Gu Yao stared at Ais, nodding blankly, the more she looked, the more he resembled someone.
"I knew it, if the master is skilled, the apprentice won’t be bad either."
"Master? Did you find a teacher to learn from?"
"Me?" Gu Yao wondered when did this happen, when did she become his teacher?
"Yes, at the seaside, you taught me, praised my talent, and encouraged me to draw."
After listening to him, Gu Yao couldn’t help but laugh: "If I had known you kept drawing, I should have asked for your WeChat when I went abroad, so you could ask me if you had any questions."
"It’s not too late to add WeChat later."
Ais said as he pulled a chair next to Gu Yao, picked up one of the drawings and pointed at a detail with his paintbrush, asking Gu Yao, "Master, I always mess up this area, I revised it several times when I was drawing, I almost tore up the drawing in anger."
"With your patience, drawing must be hard for you." Gu Yao was amused by his calling her ’Master’, and she took the paintbrush from his hand, helping him fix it.
"It’s not hard, not at all, I’m now realizing drawing can be quite fun."
Gu Yao taught Ais earnestly, not noticing how close they had gotten, their heads almost touching. The table was filled with dishes, but they didn’t bother to eat, engrossed in talking about the drawings.
When Gu Sheng came upstairs, she saw this scene, her eyes turned red with anger, and she quickly walked towards them.