Heavenly Star Chapter 121: New teacher in class drawing skill

. Heavenly Dragon Royal Academy teachers have a common feature-strict, treat all students equally, and no need to salute students from any wealthy family. And when the old man with a white beard on the stage saw Ye Wuchen coming in, the enthusiasm in his eyes was better than the students with admiring faces. He was on the field that day, and he saw the Ye Wuchen drawing skill firsthand. He also knew from that day what painting is and what is the pinnacle of drawing skill.

Learning without a child, this paint-loving old man can be said to treat Ye Wuchen as a celestial being. Although this occasion is obviously not suitable, he still reveals the excitement, and it seems that he is almost out of control. Kneel on the ground to worship.

"Young Master Ye, finally brought you hope. The old man worshipped you drawing skill for a long time, but hated that he had never been able to see him. Yesterday the old man heard that you would come in person, it was really a night of excitement. Young Master Ye is here, the old man is really I dare not continue to show ugliness. I wonder if I can have the honour to ask Young Master Ye to give us a lesson to satisfy the wishes of the husband. The husband is really grateful. "

The old man was eager and eager to express his desire. Forget the Long Huang'er around him directly. In his opinion, listening to such a painting teaches a lesson, which is enough for his life. In front of Ye Wuchen, how dare he call himself a teacher, claiming to be "old husband" directly.

The students in the audience are shocked. No one expected that this unsmiling teacher would pose such a gesture to a person who was not much older than them today. Although recent rumors have conveyed the Ye Wuchen to its gods, but these prominent newborn calves are all arrogant and look at themselves bigger than the sky. Not many people will convince a person because of the rumors. At this time, the old man's posture made them have to put away the proud appearance that was deliberately installed.

It is painting again. It seems that since I came to this world, I always encountered some things related to painting. Ye Wuchen while thinking, lamented his interest as a child, but played intermittently for three months drawing skill, actually has such a big help in this world.

"I don't know how to call Mr.?" Ye Wuchen politely asked.

"The old man's surname is Hua, and his name is Buhao." The old man hastily replied.

Hua Buhao ... The drawing is not good. Ye Wuchen almost didn't laugh out on the spot. If you can't draw well, you still learn drawing skill. No wonder you can only be a teacher in class Primary Level.

He turned his face and patted Long Huang'er's back: "Princess, you go to your seat and sit down. Today I will teach you how to paint?"

How could Long Huang'er not agree to such a fun thing? She eyes brightened nodded excitedly, then hurriedly ran to her drawing board and sat down. Although she often doesn't remember which position she is, she can find out at a glance every time ... because that position is always empty.

Ye Wuchen's words naturally agreed to the request of Hua Buhao, which made him immediately excited, and quickly stepped off the stage, respectfully let Ye Wuchen go up. He was standing in the corner, watching him intently, lest he miss every move and every word he said.

Ye Wuchen stood on the stage and glanced down. This is a somewhat luxuriously decorated studio with more than thirty boys and girls, large or small, with a large drawing board in front of everyone. The temperament of one by one is absolutely extraordinary, and it is by no means ordinary. As a princess, Long Huang'er is naturally in the middle position of sat. At this time, his black eyes were wide open and he looked at him very excitedly. For the first time, she felt that going to school could be so fun.

After a brief silence, he suddenly smiled: "Do you have a lot of questions to ask, it doesn't matter, although you can ask them out, no one will blame you."

As soon as this remark was made, the young boys and girls who had been holding back for a long time almost rioted, one after another shouting into a mess.

"I heard that a bug you painted was taken away by a bird, is it true?"

"Can you draw us a pair of Lotus Flower that you can open yourself? I want to see it for myself."

"I heard that you defeated the most powerful Lin Xiao, is this true? Why are you so powerful?"

"Who did you learn to paint from when you were young?"

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"I adore you Elder Brother, I adore you, will I marry you in the future?"

"My Elder Sister asked my father to raise a relative that day, why do you disagree? Is my Elder Sister really inferior to Elder Sister of Hua Family?"

The chaotic questioning revolved around drawing skill at first, but later it had everything, making Ye Wuchen smile a bit. He coughed and pressed his hand until the voice finally subsided, and he smiled, "Okay, you are all asked, and now it is my turn to speak. If you want to know who I am, Then understand it yourself, the news from other populations is not always true. And if you want to see the Lotus Flower in bloom, why not try to understand drawing skill yourself, and draw a better picture in the future, let Would n’t it be better for others to praise and marvel. What others paint is ultimately something else, and only by drawing it yourself can you get the most satisfaction and enjoyment. Are you right? "

Hua Buhao hearing this was silent first, then nodded. The students nodded and seemed to understand. Although most of them did not fully understand the meaning, they finally calmed down.

"Well, now everyone remembers my name. I am your teacher today, and you will be proud of it!"

Ye Wuchen picked up the paintbrush, quickly wrote his name on the drawing paper in front of the eyes in the traditional Chinese characters of the world, and then turned the easel to let the three large characters like "Ye Wuchen" appear in front of them. They stared at the name, their ears still echoing his pride and self-confidence.

"I ... was a student of him." Years later, when they talked about it with their friends, descendant, they were full of glory and pride. And those listeners also showed envy and enthusiasm. Later, they would regret lightly sighed again: "It's just time, it's too short, only such a short and rush day."

Hua Buhao's eyes are attracted to the magnet, and they are fixed on the three big characters. The short three words are a combination of the atmosphere and the beauty. At first glance, it is pleasing to the eye. On closer inspection, you can actually taste from the words to a magnificent momentum, such as mountains and clouds, like the sea raging waves. Can write to such a degree, let alone see it with your own eyes, taste it yourself, and have never even heard of it.

His eyes are wet, because these three words are written with his brush, and that brush will become his precious collection in the future. And those three words ... if Ye Wuchen is not taken away, he already intends to fight for Laolian (old face) even after he has gone, even if he doesn't take it away. Then hang it in the bedroom, taste it every day, even if you do n’t sell anything.

Ye Wuchen has been very courageous a few days ago and knows that only if he wants to, just a few strokes are the starting point. The easy way to get money can be described as no ancients, no later.

"Since everyone here is sat, naturally they have come to learn drawing skill. Then I ask you, why do you choose to learn drawing skill?" Ye Wuchen asked with a glance, calmly.

"Because I want to be a great artist!" A man loudly said who looks not much bigger than Long Huang'er. His answer made the big group nodded in unison. Of course, quite a few of them were forced reluctantly.

"Why do you want to be an artist?" Ye Wuchen asked the boy with a smile.

The boy was immediately embarrassed. This question didn't seem to be able to find a word to answer for them. Ye Wuchen went on to say: "Do you know why I learned to paint at the beginning?" All of them showed an inquiring expression, and even Hua Buhao raised their ears vigorously. "Because I wanted to draw my most important and favorite Alone ... "

The word "Mom" flashed in his head, but he couldn't reflect her figure. In the deep sea of ​​memory, there is only that indelible attachment, but she does not exist.

"There are many types of paintings. But the fundamental purpose of painting is to express your inner feelings. Only painting with your hands and your heart together is the real painting, and purely with your hands is only for painting. The painting can only be a dead painting without emotion. "Ye Wuchen finished, looked at their drawing board, and asked," Can you tell me what you are painting now? "

Hua Buhao hastily replied: "My husband is teaching them to paint tigers."

"Tiger?" Ye Wuchen nodded, then pointed to a student and asked: "This Little Sister. Do you like tigers?"

The little girl shook her head: "I don't like it."

"What do you think about when you draw a tiger?"

The little girl blinked her eyes and said carefully: "I ... I didn't think of anything, sir, I'll draw one."

"What do you like best?" Ye Wuchen asked.

The little girl didn't think about it, blurted out: "I like Phoenix Plumeria the best! I plant a lot of them every year, and the yard will open a lot."

"Okay, then you tear the tiger you just painted and draw Phoenix Plumeria." Ye Wuchen said with a smile.

"Ah? But the teacher hasn't taught us how to draw flowers and plants. I ... I can't draw."

Ye Wuchen shook his head and said solemnly: "Favorite things are generally the ones you are most familiar with. If you do n’t have the confidence to paint the favorite and most familiar things, what is the use of learning drawing skill? Do n’t worry I ca n’t draw well, draw them with a brush according to the Phoenix Plumeria in my mind. If you feel that you have n’t painted well, try again until the painting is exactly the same as what you think. You have to believe in yourself. . "

The little girl stayed for a few seconds and was deeply touched by his words. She nodded, without hesitation, tore off a piece of drawing paper, picked up a paintbrush, hung on the paper, and did not fall for a long time. Because she is closing her eyes and depicting in her heart her favorite and most familiar Phoenix Plumeria.

"What's your favorite?"

"Wu... ... is my father!"

"Draw your father then."

"Ah? But ..."

"Nothing. But the manly husband, do n’t you have the confidence to even paint such a simple thing? Since you like your father the most, could it be that, you do n’t want to draw your father by yourself and give it to him? I think, then Will be the most precious gift your father has received. "

"... Um! Although it's difficult, I will definitely draw it and show it to my father."

"So, what's your favorite?"

"My favorite ... play!"

"... Then you draw the happiest time you played, you must also want to keep that happiest memory, right? Then, use your brush to keep it on the picture. "

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