After several days, Gu Shengyin went to see Qiao Zhihe once more.
Seventeen-year-old Xiao Nian wore a pristine white shirt, looking like a beautiful youth straight out of a comic.
Qiao Zhihe was delighted to see Gu Shengyin.
He showed his latest painting to Gu Shengyin, a fervently blooming cluster of Sunflowers facing the sun.
Gu Shengyin gazed at the painting for a long time; Qiao Zhihe's paintings seemed somewhat different from the person himself.
Anyone who sees this young man would think he resembles the gentleman described in books, warm and graceful as jade.
However, his paintings convey none of that quality, instead filled with passion and exuberance, as if eternally pursuing something tirelessly.
He is a very talented painter.
Not only does Gu Shengyin think so, but many elders in the art world are also optimistic about this young successor.
Even Qiao Zhihe's parents, after seeing their son's exhibited talent, never mentioned again about him going into business.
