Nie Changhuan pursed his lips, not knowing where to start.
Because there are too many.
Qinqi, calligraphy, and dance are basic, and she doesn't bother to mention it. Others like embroidered female celebrities are not on the table in this world.
Seeing her hesitating to speak, Liu Yi spoke hurriedly and answered Zheng Shuying's words: "I hope that Chang Huan can go to the literature major. As long as she is willing to work hard to read the books, her grades will not be so bad, smoothly. It’s okay to get a degree certificate after graduation."
"If you want Changhuan to have a diploma, with your father's contacts, you can get Changhuan back tomorrow. Why go to school to endure hardship." Nie Wei cut off Liu Yi's words directly, without even the superficial respect.
At the dinner table, no one came out to scold her.
Zheng Shuying was silent and looked at Liu Yi: "Everyone is embarrassed to go to school with Chang Huan's foundation and personality. Or just buy Chang Huan's diploma package according to Wei Wei's words."
The smile on Liu Yi's face was no longer maintained, and his eyes dropped.
Nie Yueshan was about to speak, Zheng Shuying glanced at him, and he didn't speak any more, picked up the teacup and started drinking tea.
Nie Wei curled her lips and held up the cup comfortably.
In this room full of silence, Liu Yi's loss and sadness enveloped Nie Changhuan.
At this time, Nie Changhuan looked at Zheng Shuying obediently and respectfully, and said unconfidently, "Grandma, I can paint."
Nie Wei smiled: "Chang Huan, college is not better than elementary school, not as long as you can draw a shape with a pen..."
"Grandma, if I prove that I...I can paint, I can go to school, right?" Nie Changhuan ignored Nie Wei and looked at Zheng Shuying stubbornly.
"As long as you have real abilities." Zheng Shuying stared at her granddaughter, her face darkened, "But if you do something weird like before, grandma will be really rude."
"Chang Huan, let's think of another way, apologize to grandma, hurry." Liu Yi hurriedly pulled her hand.
Nie Changhuan smiled at Liu Yi, picked up one side of the menu and a water-based pen to draw, but in just two minutes, she sketched Zheng Shuying sitting at the table and toasting a cup of tea on the blank back of the menu, vividly.
When the people on the table saw this painting, except Liu Yi, who was surprised and happy, the others exchanged glances and kept silent, only looking at Zheng Shuying.
Zheng Shuying squinted her eyes slightly, as if looking at the painting and as if looking at Nie Changhuan who was holding the painting, his joy and anger were indistinguishable.
"Chang Huan, have you practiced this painting for a long time? You can imitate it again. A painting alone cannot be a stepping stone to college."
This is too obvious and deliberately embarrassing.
Hearing this, Liu Yi couldn't help but shouted: "Mom, you..."
Nie Changhuan knew that Zheng Shuying would react like this, and squeezed Liu Yi's arm to show her comfort.
"Grandma, I used to live in my sister's holiday villa... for nearly three months. During this period, I used the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that was idle in the attic to draw 19 ink paintings."
"One of them is still a portrait of my sister. You can do it right now... You can call and ask the servant to verify it."
Seeing Nie Changhuan's unconsciousness, Zheng Shuying's face was already very ugly: "Weiwei, call the housekeeper of your holiday villa and ask him to find it."
Seeing Nie Changhuan's determined and confident eyes, Nie Wei inexplicably didn't want to make this call, but at the moment she couldn't help her choose.
Soon, the butler called back.