Chapter 2826 He Is so Powerful

Ye Xingbei: "Oh, good, eat!"

Ye Xingbei was afraid that Wen Qiuci would know the good news, so he was so excited that he couldn't eat. When Wen Qiuci was full, Ye Xingbei said to him: "Qiuci, your Uncle Gu contacted Mr. Qu, the master of traditional Chinese painting, for you. , I want old Mr. Qu Shanshi to accept you as a disciple, these two days, you prepare, we will visit Mr. Qu on the weekend."

Wen Qiuci was stunned.

After a while, he pinched himself, and he shivered from the pain, then he looked at Ye Xingbei in shock and asked, "Is it Mr. Qu, the master of traditional Chinese painting?"

"Yes," Ye Xingbei nodded and chuckled, "You also know Mr. Qu?"

"I know!" Wen Qiuci nodded vigorously: "My dad likes Mr. Qu's paintings the most, but we can't afford the real ones. My dad can only explain to me Mr. Qu's paintings on the computer. My dad admires them the most. Mr. Qu, he said that Mr. Qu is the Taishan Beidou in the world of Chinese painting, the most powerful master!"

"What a coincidence," Ye Xingbei asked him, "Do you want to be Mr. Qu's disciple?"

Wen Qiuci nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Since he came to Gu's house, he has been very quiet, as quiet as the shadows of young saplings.

Wherever the little tree seedlings went, he followed them. No one talked to him, and he could not speak for a whole day.

He said less than Ling Yue every day.

Ling Yue didn't like to talk, but Xiao Shumiao'er liked to talk to Ling Yue.

As long as the little sapling talks to Ling Yue, Ling Yue will patiently respond to the little sapling.

Wen Qiuci was not familiar with any of them, and the children would not specifically talk to him, but occasionally asked him something related to him.

And his answer was as brief as possible, and he carried out the words "Silence is golden" very thoroughly.

Not only does he not like to talk, but he also has very little expression on his face, and has always been quiet.

Since he came to the Gu family, this was the first time Ye Xingbei saw him expressing his emotions, his dark eyes were shining, and his face was flushed with excitement.

Ye Xingbei was very satisfied.

This is what a child should be like!

Seeing that Qiu Ci was so excited, the little tree seedling asked curiously: "Mom, who is Mr. Qu?"

"Mr. Qu is a national treasure-level master of traditional Chinese painting." Huo Zhongqi answered first, and handed the phone to Xiao Shumiao'er.

What is displayed on the screen of the mobile phone is the personal resume of Mr. Qu, the date of birth, where he has studied, what honors he has received, and the awards he has won. The personal resume is a gorgeous mess.

"Wow, he's so amazing!" After reading Mr. Qu's personal resume, Xiao Shumiao'er sighed in admiration.

Qin Junye said: "Our grandfather is also very powerful. Our grandfather is a sharpshooter and has many soldiers under his command. He doesn't have any!"

"Yes, our grandpa is the most powerful! Even stronger than him!" The little tree seedling nodded vigorously, deeply convinced.

Ye Xingbei: "..."

The two old men are not in the same field, so there is no comparison, right?

Wen Qiuci opened his mouth, wanting to say Mr. Qu is the most powerful.

Since elementary school, what he has done the most is painting, and it is traditional Chinese painting.

In his mind, the most powerful is of course the national treasure-level master Mr. Qu.

However, when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

He didn't want to quarrel with the little tree seedlings.

Moreover, Xiao Shumiao'er's grandfather is indeed very powerful.

Many people listened to him.