novelraw Chapter 944 - 365: My Sister Is Reborn (Part 9)
Chapter 944 - 365: My Sister Is Reborn (Part 9)
Could it be that our daughter has gone silly from painting?
Why has she become so peculiar and absent-minded?
He Guotai was also stunned, how would he know what to do?
But, he was the man of the house, the backbone; he had to step up at critical moments.
He Guotai’s eyes lit up, he had an idea!
He made a gesture to Tian Shumin, meaning: you keep an eye on Tiantian, I’ll think of a solution!
Tian Shumin immediately understood, nodded vigorously, and quickly waved her hand: Go quickly! Go quickly!
He Guotai dared not delay and rushed to the living room to call He Tianxin using the landline.
"Xinxin, do you have the contact information for that painter you mentioned at noon?"
"Do you mean Teacher Qin Song?"
He Tianxin was taken aback but quickly remembered what she had said at noon.
However, she didn’t know what happened at home and thought her dad was anxious to find a good art teacher for He Tiantian as soon as possible.
"Yes, yes, it’s this Teacher Qin!"
He Guotai didn’t recall clearly about Teacher Qin Song; he just wanted to find a professional painter to ask for advice.
"..." He Tianxin thought for a moment and said, "Dad, let me call my senior first."
"Alright! Hurry up!"
He Guotai urged impatiently.
He Tianxin: ...
She didn’t expect to expose He Tiantian’s lie so quickly, but the situation didn’t allow for anything else, so she couldn’t really be blamed.
She muttered silently to herself, then called her senior’s number, which she had jotted down in advance.
Once connected, He Tianxin introduced herself and said that her sister wanted to learn art and hoped to consult with a professional like Teacher Qin Song.
The senior was quite genial to her fellow alum.
Bypassing the training institution and directly contacting a teacher is usually frowned upon.
However, since she was a junior from the same school, the senior still gave He Tianxin a contact number.
He Tianxin hurriedly passed the number to He Guotai.
He Guotai was anxiously pacing.
In the room, the younger daughter was still staring blankly at the dark window.
Ah, that look made one’s heart uneasy just by watching.
Having obtained the painter’s number, He Guotai didn’t hesitate and quickly dialed it.
The phone rang several times before it was answered, with a warm and gentle male voice that sounded quite young, around thirty years old.
"Hello, is this Teacher Qin. I, I have a daughter who loves to draw, and today she was drawing a pencil sketch at home and suddenly zoned out..."
He Guotai hurriedly explained He Tiantian’s situation, "Teacher Qin, you’re an expert, is my daughter’s situation normal?"
Qin Song: ... I’m a painter, not a doctor.
If your daughter is zoning out for no reason and you think it’s abnormal, you should take her to the hospital quickly.
Calling me—
Wait!
A thought flashed through Qin Song’s mind, and he asked, "Parent, how is your child at drawing? Does she really love it?"
"Oh, Teacher Qin, my daughter draws very well. Although I don’t understand it much, it just looks good!"
Even though He Guotai was anxious, when it came to talking about his daughter’s "drawing skills," he became animated and started praising her unreservedly.
Qin Song was somewhat intrigued.
As a graduate student in the Oil Painting Department at S Arts, he’s spent over twenty years painting and has experienced "sudden insight" before.
For them, such insights or inspirations might look like mental instability to outsiders.
But could an ordinary high school student have such an opportunity?
Qin Song happened to be handling matters nearby the He Family’s neighborhood, and he was quite free these days, just about to look for inspiration for his next piece.
On a whim, he agreed to visit the He Family.
Half an hour later, Qin Song arrived at the He Family and found that the high school girl wasn’t zoning out anymore but was painting something on a sketch pad.
When Qin Song got closer and took a look, he couldn’t help but be a bit dazed.
Whoa!
This child’s sketching wasn’t bad at all.
Qin Song himself is very skilled in sketching, a real expert.
Among experts, there’s no need for many words; a single line drawn by the other person can reveal their foundation.
"This is the first piece our Tiantian painted, this is the second piece..."
Tian Shumin cautiously handed a few sheets of sketch paper to Qin Song.
The first piece was a bit raw, probably practice.
The second piece was much better, reaching the level of a professional art student.
The third piece, wow, such improvement, and the handling of shadows, layout, was quite precise.
Though he didn’t want to admit it, Qin Song felt that this person might even outdo him.
With this foundation, one could directly qualify to teach at an art school.
What truly amazed Qin Song was this terrifying talent—each piece was better than the last, the progress was visible to the naked eye, a leap in improvement!
A genius!
With an extraordinary talent!