Gingko's mouth was also quick, and before Hua Sheng could speak, she rushed to tear down the young lady's platform.
"Grandpa, our young lady said that next week at the school's welcome party, her talent will be to smash boulders on her chest and jump into fire rings in the sky."
Jiang Liu also smiled, and looked at Hua Sheng with tenderness in his eyes.
"Honey, you are so talented, why don't you perform for your husband?"
Hua Sheng was even more witty, "Because this can only be performed once in a lifetime. Three years ago, a colleague of mine finished the performance, and now the grass on the grave is one meter high."
Now Chuntao and Ginkgo laughed even harder.
After all, this is Hua Sheng's first funny moment.
Jiang Liu likes such a cheerful Hua Sheng very much, and always feels that there is no such a sense of distance in this way.
"Is your school having a welcome party?"
"kindness."
"Are you on stage?"
"of course not."
"Well, let's keep a low profile... so as not to make those ordinary people jealous."
Hua Sheng pursed his lips and smiled.
"What are you doing at home this afternoon?"
"draw."
"Let me see."
"No."
"So stingy, don't you just draw? I can also... Ginkgo brings the drawing board, and I will show you on the spot."
"Okay, uncle."
Gingko has gradually been able to accept this male host, because she thinks that Jiang Liu treats Miss well.
And I don't know how many times stronger than that scumbag Xie Dongyang.
So whatever Jiang Liu ordered her to do, she was very happy.
Gingko came down holding the drawing board, and Chuntao prepared the brushes.
Jiang Liu actually began to paint.
Just wearing expensive shirts and trousers, although it looks out of place.
But Hua Sheng thought it was funny.
It's rare to have such an elegant spirit, so it doesn't dampen his enthusiasm.
What Jiang Liu draws is an abstract cartoon of Chuntao and Ginkgo.
It's the kind that looks like me, but also funny and exaggerated.
After finishing the drawing, she lit up the drawing board, and both Chuntao and Ginkgo almost burst out laughing.
"Oh, are these two of us?" Chuntao shouted.
"It's really similar, but why is it so ugly?" Gingko tilted her head and looked more and more wrong.
"A Sheng, to be fair, don't you look like me?"
"Well, it's a little bit, your abstract paintings are good, and the most important thing is that you can paint quickly." Hua Sheng commented.
"When I was studying in Cambridge, I worked as a street performer on the side of the road. I earned 1,200 pounds a week by painting portraits, which is quite a lot for an international student."
"Indeed, I didn't expect you to have such an experience." Hua Sheng admired him a little.
After all, a kid from a rich family wants to get what he wants, the kind who has too much money to spend.
But he is willing to do such a thing, which is worthy of respect.
"People have to try different things when they are alive, so that they can not waste their time in the world. That's all right, you guys chat first, and I'll take a shower."
Then Jiang Liu went upstairs, and before going upstairs, he even gave the drawing board a spring peach and ginkgo as souvenirs.
"Miss, look at my uncle's drawing of us, we look like fools." Chuntao is still brooding over this cartoon.
Hua Sheng smiled and said nothing.
In a flash, the welcome party will come soon, and it will officially start at six o'clock in the evening.
Hua Sheng was also invited to attend, and sat in the first row, beside his mentor.
When it was the school belle Lu Xueyi's turn to take the stage, the audience rioted, and it was obvious that she was very popular.
A black tripod piano was placed on the stage, and Lu Xueyi glanced at Hua Sheng who was under the stage.
Holding the microphone, he said slightly, "I have a heartfelt request. I would like to invite Xiaosheng from the History Department to play the song "Vanessa's Smile" by Richard Clayderman with me four-handedly. Appreciate it?"