"Actually... you can discover useful painting techniques by trying this kind of painting. How about I teach you a couple of strokes?"
Gu Weijing had always known that his grandfather was deeply affected by his failure in replicating Lang Shining's paintings, so he asked tentatively.
Teach me a couple of strokes?
Gu Tongxiang's mouth twitched when he heard his grandson's earnest tone, not knowing how to respond.
Well, looks like my words just now were wasted.
The old man was somewhat touched, yet also a bit amused.
The grandson he had raised from a young age was, after all, still very concerned about him.
The old man also admitted that in recent times, Gu Weijing's painting skills had rapidly improved, with many astonishing feats.
However, hearing the other claiming to teach him painting, Gu Tongxiang, as a strict East Asian parent, couldn't help but feel a bit unconvinced.
