Chapter 195

With his lips curled, Gu Xiaoai turned and went out, looking at the maids busy and wandering around.

"Tong Ma, are these painting tools lost?"

"Lose it."

Gu Xiaoai went to see a little maid carrying heavy painting tools out. Gu Xiaoai strangely came forward and asked, "isn't this painting tool very new?"

"I'm going to buy a batch of new painting tools tomorrow. I can only lose the old ones." Tong Ma explained quickly.

……

Why don't you donate it? waste.

"Give me some paper." Gu Xiaoai quickly walked a few steps, took a small hard board painting tool from the maid's hand, touched the thin paper, Gu Xiaoai asked with some doubts, "who draws at home?"

"No, but there's a studio on the third floor."

Gu Xiaoai touched the hand of the sketch pen.

In order to build a studio, so regularly change a batch of new painting tools? That's what it means to have money and no land.

But the material of this sketch pen is really good. She hasn't drawn for a long time.

In the past, her father invited a painting teacher for her. She was bored, so she took Chu Shixiu to accompany her in class.

At that time, Chu Shixiu's ink painting was praised by his teacher for its immortality, but he was stable and mature at a young age.

And she... Only likes to sketch people.

"Tong Ma, stand still." Gu Xiaoai holds the sketch pen and shouts to stop the mother who wants to leave.

Tong's mother was so frightened by her drink that she didn't dare to move. She stood there and only left her back, "Miss Gu, what are you going to do?"

She seems to have scared Tong Ma.

Gu Xiaoai put the painting tools aside, helped Tong Ma to sit down on the sofa, and said with some guilt, "I feel itchy for a moment. Let me draw a sketch for you."

"Why, Miss Gu can draw?" Tong's mother sat on the sofa and asked in amazement.

"Well, I learned it as a child." Gu xiaoella sat down in a high chair, picked up the painting tools, and began to sketch carefully

When she was a child, she had a good family and learned a lot.

Her father called her daughter a girl with many talents.

Dry sitting on the sofa, Tong Ma began to chat with her, "Miss Gu's hands look really good, like other people's hands playing the piano."

The hand playing the piano

There's nothing hard about the piano.

Gu Xiaoai buried his head in painting. When he heard this, he couldn't help laughing. "I know a little about piano, too. I learned it when I was a child."