Li Mengzhou said a little annoyed: "Do you care how I pass by!"

Chen Jiyue grabbed Li Mengzhou speechlessly, bowed to the painter Fang and Liu Qinshi, and said, "We have only found this place when we heard Liu Qinshi's sound. If we have any wise things to disturb, we still hope to forgive us."

The Liu Qin Master's eyes lit up, and he said with suspicion: "Even if he is a person who likes the Qin, I will not care about it, but are you looking for me because you understand my piano, or is there another reason?"

Li Mengzhou was a little confused. He didn't know what piano he could do, but he just knew how to listen.

Chen Jiyue is worthy of being a daughter of a wealthy family in Tongzhou. She is naturally quite accomplished in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. She said: "Although Liu's piano skills are respectable and lamentable, they are always affected by certain factors. They are unable to play the most perfect rhythm, and they are even quite sad. It must be due to Liu's mood, and they have never met Bole."

The eyes of Liuqin Master were brighter. Although Chen Jiyue’s words still had some generalities, they were already very satisfied with Liuqin Master. After all, this little girl really understood his thoughts.

He was very happy and hurriedly invited Chen Jiyue and the others into the house.

The so-called friendships are not different from age, let alone friends among the same people, and there are still friends who are for years and friends. Liu Qinshi is only in her forties, so of course she will not look down on a teenage girl.

Li Mengzhou's focus was not on Master Liu Qinshi at all. He just wanted to know if these two people were difficult to find. Since he had heard Master Liu Qinshi's songs before and did not make him realize anything, he was naturally thrown away immediately. His attention was completely on Master Fang, especially the unfinished paintings on the table.

Painter Fang asked curiously: "Does the guy know how to draw?"

Li Mengzhou pretended to be profound: "I understand it a little, I understand it a little."

The artist Fang was also a little happy. Seeing that Liu Qinji met a confidant, no matter how much the girl knew, at least she would not be a mediocre person who didn't understand at all. Naturally, he also hoped that Li Mengzhou, the young man, could become his confidant.

Li Mengzhou's eyes kept falling on the painting.

Perhaps because of hope, the painter Fang admitted: "The last stroke left in this painting can be completed, but I don't know how to start writing. I thought that no matter where I started writing, it would make this painting inferior, which is really a headache."

Li Mengzhou nodded, not sure if he understood what Painter Fang said.

He took the brush straight away.

The painter Fang did not respond yet, but Liu Qinshi said first: "Young man really understands it? Is it a bit eye-catching?"

Li Mengzhou's movements in holding the pen were slightly stiff.
Chapter completed!