The earth smells of grass, spring. The room is messy and simple, with the dark blue curtains gently blown by the breeze. The room only has a computer and a bed, and the remaining one is a drawing board and countless paintings. There are several paintings hanging on the lead-gray wall. The sunlight shines quietly on these paintings, which makes people look intoxicated. The most intoxicating one is a gouache painting of eyes: big eyes, energetic, simple brushwork, but the charm of the eyes is outlined with delicate brushwork. Under the lower right corner of the painting are a few lines of bold, energetic and capable words: "Yin Feixu 2004 4.2"
"Axu, are you ready to draw? Come out quickly. Mom has found a tutor for you. Don't let him wait too long." Yin's mother said gently to Yin Feixu's door.
"My son is a person who likes to draw very much. So please wait patiently, Miss Yun, he is still creating." Yin's mother seemed to know her son very well and explained to Yun Luo eagerly.
"Yes, I will."
In the large and gorgeous living room, only Yun Luo was sitting quietly on the sofa. The sofa was a brown leather sofa, very soft. At this time, Yun Luo didn't care about the furnishings in the living room, but was worried about what kind of person the student he taught was. Yun Luo's father was seriously ill, and the family was in trouble. The price fell on Mama Yun. So Yun Luo has been very sensible since he was a child. He hated children from rich families most in his life, for their arrogance and their domineering nature. But once, because of the price offered by Mama Yin and how kind, beautiful and gentle Mama Yin was, Yun Luo agreed.