Uncle Gong deeply agrees with Zhao Xuran's worries. She couldn't suppress those two little ones yesterday; they're absolutely stubborn.
Even Zhao Guangran, who seemed oblivious, began considering the future, "Brother Guangran will worry about what's next."
How could such young kids worry about the future? Uncle Gong genuinely doesn't understand. Even kids in their teens might not think so far ahead.
"He said your drawings are great, maybe you can be a painter in the future."
"He said Rui Wen might become a carpenter someday, that the little toys he makes with Uncle Gong are quite interesting."
Uncle Gong was dumbfounded. Sure, Hua Miaozhu praised her art, but if she relied on painting for a living, Uncle Gong worried she might starve.
So many talented artists, how many become famous? Take Van Gogh for instance, so gifted yet not recognized until after his death.
Uncle Gong certainly doesn't want to end up miserably like Van Gogh; better to live without fame at all.
