House Dad’s Literary Life Chapter 1004: Yang Yi (2/4) who scared the children
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At 4:50 on Friday afternoon, Yang Yi, like other parents who came to wait for their children to go to school, came to the door of Huijia Primary School early. However, today Yang Yi is going to guide Xi Xi to paint, so he is not just waiting at the school gate.
Yang Yi casually used an excuse to register with the doorman and walked in. Yang Xi, the classroom of Xixi, is very familiar with it. He came to the teaching building where Xixi is located.
When Yang Yi arrived, the classroom was quiet and empty. But soon, as the bell rang, the entire campus seemed to boil. After a while, every corner of the campus was filled with all kinds of excited shouts.
The first-grade teaching building is the same, and the children who have just finished their own interest courses soon appear in the corridor.
Sometimes I pack up my schoolbags before going to an interest course and go home immediately after school, like Xixi sometimes does this.
However, there are still a lot of children who come back to the class and go back home. Several of them have to rush back home because they still have the task of cleaning the classroom. They want to go home soon after finishing the scan.
However, why is there an adult standing outside the classroom?
They first looked at Yang Yi strangely for a few moments, then lowered their voices, murmured, and ran to the back of the classroom to pick up the broom and garbage shovel.
Although they are curious about Yang Yi's identity, this age of children does not know Liang Jingru, nor does he have the courage to actively speak to unfamiliar adults.
Of course, they do n’t remember seeing Xi Xi ’s father at the parent meeting last year. Where would this young child remember these things?
Yang Yi was afraid to scare these children, but also with an approachable smile, her eyes flew from the children who ran over from time to time, looking forward to seeing the figure of the little girl she cared about.
"Xin'er, Xin'er, we're going up! We still have to paint, we can't go home!" Downstairs, a clear cries crowed in the noise of many children were caught by Yang Yi, who looked over and looked With a glance, the corners of the mouth gently raised.
Sure enough, in a little while, Xi Xi and Lan Xin, two little girls who went to the library to take a reading lesson, ran up.
"Baba!" Xi Xi was surprised when she saw her father's face. The little girl didn't think that her father would come up so early. She screamed and threw herself up happily, hugging her father hard.
When I saw Xi Xi and Lan Xin leading a tall and burly adult into the class, the little boys who were sweeping the floor suddenly rounded their eyes, looking at Yang Yi with some fear.
I did n’t feel anything when I glanced outside. When this adult entered the classroom, under the small space, his tall and burly figure suddenly gave these little boys a terrible coercion!
They are like cats seeing a big tiger, so they dare not say anything ...
In the middle of the classroom, a little girl was packing up her schoolbag. When she saw this situation, she ran over curiously, leaned over to Xixi, and asked quietly, "Xixi, this uncle is Who? "
This little girl seems to have a good relationship with Xixi.
"This is my Baba!" Xi Xi chuckled, looking very splendid, and introduced actively, "Baba, this is Yu Qian, we will do the blackboard report together."
It turned out to be the little girl Du Yuqian.
Yang Yi smiled and nodded to her.
But Du Yuqian was more surprised, his eyes widened wide, and said in surprise: "Are you Xixi's father? Daddy Xiaoding's father?"
Uh, this question seems to be a bit logical.
......
After speaking a little politely, Yang Yi was pulled to the back of the classroom by Xixi who couldn't wait. Xixi pointed to the big blackboard in the back and waited for her dad to teach her how to draw Tinker Bell.
Since this week, Xi Xi and his friends have put a lot of effort into the blackboard!
Now, several areas have been planned on the blackboard, and they have been outlined with beautiful lace. At least from the design point of view, Yang Yi thinks these little girls are doing well!
One of the areas has been filled in. It is estimated that Nan Zhaoyu helped copy a poem when Xi Xi painted Xiaoding yesterday. Yang Yi glanced and found that Nan Zhaoyu's characters were not bad. One stroke at a time is very powerful, and there is still a big gap compared with his father Nan Yiyun's calligrapher, but among these first-grade children, it is definitely a standing group!
And this poem is actually "Long Song Xing", Yang Yi thinks the following two sentences are quite suitable for these children.
"These patterns were designed by yourself? The idea is very good! Separate the content so that the text does not look too messy and refreshing!" Yang Yi smiled appreciatively.
"This is taught by Sister Xiaowei. Many classes in the third grade are painted like this!" Xi Xi blinked and blinked.
"I painted it here." Du Yuqian couldn't help but stepped in. She used a small hand to make a false move in front of the blackboard and jumped, saying to Yang Yi.
"I also paint, I drew here." Lan Xin saw it and couldn't wait to ask for help
"You are all amazing! Well done!" Yang Yi praised with a smile.
"But it's still necessary to have Tinkerbell to be really beautiful!" Xi Xi said with a muffled mouth.
Dad do n’t just look around! She has been waiting to draw Xiao Dingdang!
Xi Xi ’s paintings have been erased yesterday, and now there is a big blank in the middle of the blackboard. Xi Xi is eager to draw them early, so that yesterday he laughed at the little dingdong ’s little friends who drew himself You can take a look at yourself!
"Come, come. Wait for Dad to get something!" Yang Yi smiled and walked back to the podium.
How to teach Xixi to draw a tinkerbell on a big blackboard? Yang Yi had already considered this problem at home, but I saw him take the wooden large triangular ruler that the school assigned to the teacher from the podium.
Seeing Yang Yi take such a big posture, not to mention Xi Xi, even Lan Xin came together to watch with curiosity, and Du Yuqian, Nan Zhaoyu who had just come to help, a few children were following Behind Yang Yi.
"Xi Xi, when you want to draw a picture on such a large blackboard, you must learn to compose a picture." Yang Yi pressed the triangle ruler on the blackboard for the blackboard report, turned her face, and smiled Xixi said, "Think about, how do you move this picture to this blackboard in the right proportion."
These terms, Xi Xi couldn't understand them at all, she looked at her father with some confusion, waiting for him to explain.
Fortunately, these things do n’t need to be fully understood by Xi Xi. Soon, she saw her dad took the original Tinkerbell manuscript she copied and gestured and said to her, "Look, this Tinkerbell, Is it a head, with the same proportion as the body? The head here is slightly larger, but it is not too big? "
Xi Xi nodded gently, she understood this.
I saw Yang Yi holding a triangular ruler again, marking in the large blank space in the middle of the blackboard, holding a small dot and dotted line with chalk.
"We plan this way, this area can be used to draw Tinkerbell ’s head. Of course, we have left a place to draw bamboo dragonflies here. The following piece, the body, the space is similar to the head. It ’s when you draw You can draw a little smaller. "
Little dots, dotted lines, and after a while, I watched the daddy's operation with concentration, and I was surprised to see that there were blocks on the blackboard that could be filled into all parts of Xiaoding. Dad seemed to pass simple To decompose it, help her to disassemble very complicated drawings into simple parts!
Dad is so good!
Xi Xi's eyes were shining, and he looked at his father with admiration.
"Did you see it?" Yang Yi turned her head to see Xi Xi's appearance, and knew that his strategy was successful. He smiled and asked, "Is it easier to draw like this?"
Xi Xi happily nodded her head.
However, Du Xiqian, Lan Xin, and Nan Zhaoyu, who did not have a drawing class next to them and did not look at his father ’s paintings like Xi Xi, they were all confused and shook their heads in confusion. Come out ... "
Also, these children do n’t know how to compose a picture at all, how to draw a complete form step by step from the shape, the frame to the back, and naturally there is no way to get from Yang Yi and the seemingly messy little points and You can see the appearance of Tinker Bell in the curve.
"It doesn't matter if you don't see it. After Xi Xi draws it out, you will see the effect." Yang Yi comforted them with a smile.
Yang Yi moved to an empty table and greeted: "Come on, Xixi, here you come to paint!"
Xi Xi is eager to try, and some are not so confident. The little girl looks shyly intertwined with her two hands, twisting her body in place, whispering coquettishly: "Baba, do I draw it myself?"
"Yes, you draw it yourself! But what Dad looks at next to you will guide you to draw it completely. Don't worry!" Yang Yi encouraged.
"Hee hee, that's okay!" Xi Xi heard her father saying that she would guide herself next to her, and suddenly her confidence came back. She smiled sweetly and actively extended her two small arms.
She usually has to step on a stool to step on the table to draw. Now that she has a father, why would she need such trouble?
When Yang Yi stretched out her arm, the little girl was held like a princess, and Tengyun "flyed" on the table like a fog.