The heavens set sail from the courtyard

After Wang Gang sent Huang Yimei home, Huang's mother insisted on taking him to her house for dinner. Huang Yimei also added fuel to the fire and refused to let Wang Gang leave. He could only refuse disrespectfully.

The Huang family lives in the Tsinghua teachers' family building. The surrounding environment is pretty good. The neighbors are all Tsinghua teachers. Many people will say hello when they see Huang's mother. When they see Wang Gang and Huang Yimei walking together, they think he is the Huang family's future son-in-law.

Huang's mother briefly explained that Wang Gang was her son's colleague and her daughter's master, and then she didn't care about it anymore.

Huang Yimei has a cheerful personality and doesn't take this misunderstanding seriously. As for Wang Gang, he is thick-skinned and doesn't care at all.

When Wang Gang walked into Huang's house, Huang Yimei immediately took out a pair of slippers for him to change into.

"These are my brother's slippers. You wear them first. He has another pair."

Huang Yimei put the slippers at Wang Gang's feet, waited for him to change his shoes, and then put Wang Gang's shoes on the shoe rack.

"Xiao Zhou, do you want something to drink or some fruit? Don't be polite, just treat this place as your home."

"No, Auntie, I'm not thirsty." Wang Gang said politely.

"Rose, go cut some apples." Huang's mother said to Huang Yimei.

"Okay, I'll go right away." Huang Yimei happily rushed to the kitchen.

Huang's mother shook her head and said, "This child is impetuous and not stable at all. Xiao Zhou, you have worked hard to take care of her."

Wang Gang said: "Actually, Huang Yimei is quite smart and hardworking."

Huang's mother smiled and said, "I know my daughter. She is a little clever, but sometimes she gets willful and her father and I can't do anything about it."

Wang Gang said: "Auntie, I heard that you are a teacher at Tsinghua University. What subject do you teach?"

Huang's mother said, "I teach physics."

Wang Gang chatted: "Physics! This subject is not easy to learn. Auntie, you are really amazing."

When Huang's mother heard Wang Gang talking about his major, she immediately became energetic.

"Actually, learning physics is not difficult, Xiao Zhou. Let me tell you a trick. If you want to be good at physics, you mainly need to master mathematics."

Huang's mother is worthy of being a teacher. She talks about her major incessantly. Fortunately, Wang Gang has a lot of experience and can keep up with Huang's mother's pace.

When Huang Yimei came out of the kitchen after cutting the apples, Huang's mother was so excited that she wanted to take a blackboard to teach Wang Gang.

"Mom, you're still thinking about classes when you get home. Aren't you tired?" Huang Yimei put the plate on the coffee table and complained.

Huang's mother responded and smiled, "I have an occupational disease. You young people can chat! I'll go to the kitchen to cook."

Wang Gang took the initiative to say: "Auntie, let me help!"

Huang's mother said with a smile: "How can I let a guest like you do this? Just chat with Rose!"

Huang Yimei also said: "Master, I still don't understand some parts of the design, can you teach me?"

Huang's mother went into the kitchen to cook, and looked back at the living room from time to time. She found that Wang Gang was really patiently teaching Huang Yimei to read the design drawings.

Although Huang Yime did not study architecture, her elder brother studied this field, so she has some basic knowledge and can roughly understand the design drawings, but she does not understand some professional symbols.

Wang Gang taught patiently and time passed quickly. Huang Zhenhua also returned home from get off work and was quite surprised to see Wang Gang at home.

"Old Zhou, why are you here?"

"I was sending your sister home and happened to meet your aunt, who invited me to dinner," Wang Gang explained.

"I thought you would return to the office after meeting with General Manager Liu in the afternoon, but I didn't expect you to go straight home, forcing me to take the bus back." Huang Zhenhua complained.

"Don't mention Mr. Liu. I feel sick just thinking about him now." Huang Yimei said with disdain. "What's wrong?" Huang Zhenhua looked at Wang Gang and asked.

Wang Gang told Huang Zhenhua what happened in the teahouse, and Huang Zhenhua immediately became nervous.

"That Mr. Liu didn't take advantage of you, did he?" Huang Zhenhua looked at his sister nervously.

"I'm fine. I'm very smart. When I see something wrong, I say I'm not feeling well and run away. What's more, the master is here too." Huang Yimei said.

Huang Zhenhua breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around and blamed Wang Gang, "Old Zhou, you too, why did you bring Rose to see Mr. Liu? Don't bring her to such an occasion next time."

Wang Gang explained: "You can't let your sister never see clients! She has to learn how to face those people."

Huang Zhenhua sighed, knowing that his request was somewhat unreasonable.

"Rose, next time you meet Mr. Liu, just tell him that you are my sister and your parents are professors at Tsinghua University."

Huang Zhenhua's idea is to rely on his own reputation or his parents' reputation to support Huang Yime, but Wang Gang disagrees.

Those lustful ghosts would not care about an architectural designer. As for Mr. and Mrs. Huang, they are just teachers after all. Who can they scare?

Huang Yimei probably felt that the reputation of her parents and brother was not effective, so she said to Huang Zhenhua: "Next time I meet someone like that, I will say that my father is the director of the police station, my mother works in the court, and my brother is an officer. Anyway, the other party doesn't know my background."

Wang Gang smiled and said, "Xiao Huang, this is a good idea. It should be able to ward off a lot of flirtatious people."

Huang Zhenhua also laughed and said, "What if someone asks you which police station your father is the chief of, which district court your mother works in, and what military officer your brother is? What will you say?"

"Just make it up. Everyone can brag." Huang Yimei said as a matter of course.

Wang Gang was right about Huang Yime. She was quite smart and knew how to protect herself.

The three chatted for a while, and Wang Gang was attracted by an oil painting in the living room.

The painting was hanging on the wall next to it. It was an imitation of Monet's water lilies.

Wang Gang walked closer and took a few glances. Huang Yimei happily jumped over and said, "Master, how do you think of this painting?"

Huang Yimei's smug little expression was almost telling everyone that the water lilies were painted by her.

Wang Gang turned his head and looked at Huang Yimei, and said: "Your painting skills are good, and your color matching is also very good, but this imitation painting is a failure."

Huang Zhenhua walked over and said, "Old Zhou, do you also know oil painting?"

Wang Gang not only understands painting, he was also a master of oil painting, and one of his paintings could sell for tens of millions.

"Monet painted many water lilies, which are one of his major works in his later years. At that time, his ability to capture light and color had reached the master level. This painting is far inferior to this one."

Huang Yimei became more excited and said, "I want to use my brush to depict the refraction of light, but I always fall short. Master, do you know why?"

Wang Gang laughed and said, “You care too much about the expression of light and want to pursue absolute reality, which is counterproductive.”

Huang Yimei was stunned and became thoughtful.

Wang Gang gave Huang Yimei several suggestions regarding painting, each of which hit the nail on the head. Later, Huang Yimei simply took out a pen and a notebook and wrote them down in detail.

Huang Zhenhua tried to interrupt several times, but was interrupted by Huang Yimei, who told him to stay away and not disturb her studies.

Wang Gang also discovered that Huang Yimei’s passion for art was significantly higher than her passion for architecture.

One of them was willing to teach, the other was willing to learn, and they didn't even notice the time passing. When they came to their senses, not only had Huang's mother prepared dinner, but Huang's father had also arrived home. (End of this chapter)