The arrogant emperor, strong spoils!

Jiang Yinyin was quite tactful, but she also expressed her disappointment with Wendy.

Wendy stood where she was. She finally knew her shortcomings. It was not carelessness, but carelessness.

Seeing that she was moved, Jiang Yinyin slowed down and said, "Wendy, you are very talented, but I can feel that you are basically using music instead of wholeheartedly investing in music."

"Teacher, what should I do?" Wendy asked for help.

Although she is a genius, she is not a perfect genius. It is like suddenly asking a flying genius to drive a submarine. If she doesn't learn or understand, the intelligence of genius will become meaningless.

Jiang Yinyin said, "what's your favorite thing at ordinary times?"

"Computer." Wendy answered directly without thinking.

"How much do you like it?"

"My laptop and desktop computers are assembled by myself. I don't sleep. Each computer has been installed for a month. I am familiar with every data in the computer. If any data goes wrong, my computer will become a brick. Therefore, no one except me can use my computer to do anything, Even if you just use the calculator function. "

After hearing Wendy's words, Jiang Yinyin was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, the little girl was still a computer genius.

However, this is not the time to praise her. Return to the theme and say, "the notes are the same as the data in your computer. Go back and think about it."

"OK." Wendy nodded cleverly.

Teacher Jiang said so much, but the truth is still very empty.

Wendy was a little helpless and had to take her time. She was too anxious to eat hot tofu. She couldn't plant it in her own hands before the game began.

When she left the music room that day, Wendy didn't go back to school immediately. She walked by the river alone, blowing the river wind.

Walking, I suddenly saw a man with a horsetail painting by the river.

Wendy couldn't help but stop. Her eyes were completely attracted by the beauty of the painter.

The scenery opposite is high-rise buildings. In the painting, it is a sea of flowers full of birds and flowers. The dirty river has become a gurgling brook, in which there are fish swimming.

This painting style looks familiar.

Wendy said strangely, "what kind of painting style are you?"

The man didn't look up and said, "digress."

Digression?

It was the first time Wendy heard of this faction and asked, "can you tell me about it? I'm curious. "

The brush in the man's hand paused and said in a deep voice, "do you know the famous painting digression?"

"Yes, many people should know that painting."

"What do you think is the answer to the digression?"

Wendy smiled. She probably knew why the man said his painting was off topic. Obviously, he must have misunderstood it.

The answer to the digression is not painting, not painting.

"Digression does not mean that what is painted is not what is in front of us. On the contrary, everything in the painting is real, but what may be painted is just a dream."

Hearing the girl's explanation, the man finally put down his brush and looked up at the woman who said this different answer.

I thought she would be a girl of literature and art. Unexpectedly, she was a pure girl like a minor

After a few seconds, the man suddenly remembered the identity of the girl.

"Are you Wendy?"

"Do you know me?"

Wendy was also surprised.