Vol 2 Chapter 122: One day with Long Huanger (on)

Your great Mars Cup, originally determined to be worth four thousand words yesterday, but the gift was sent for one day, and it has only been completed until now - now it seems to be 6:30 in the morning, the speed of the code of my cup... so today Three more, tomorrow is also three more - as if the causal relationship is completely unfounded, as to why this is the case, I do not know.
The first is now.
"Everyone must have their favorite things in their hearts, then we will draw our favorite things today, whether it is people, things, scenery, good or bad, difficult or easy, use their own brush to put it If you don't even figure out what you like best, then learning painting skills will completely lose its meaning. Think carefully, draw with your hands, even if the painting is not good, it doesn't matter, as long as you really work hard."
Ye Wuchen succeeded in igniting their enthusiasm. He did not explain what painting skills, there is no such thing as a demonstration, and he did not let them follow the sketches of his paintings in the boring, but let them cheer up. Gather your mind and work hard to paint your favorite things in your heart.
Huabu Artemisia’s stunned painting technique has always been filled with enthusiasm for fire, and the faces of the students who usually follow the rules are all serious and dedicated.
"What you taught them is the dead painting that I said." Ye Wuchen went to Huabuhao and whispered, as far as possible, not to disturb the students who painted with heart. "The method you use says white. It is to copy the way of painting to them, let them draw what they draw, and let them paint how to draw. It must be known that everyone has different personalities and styles, and this also determines when everyone paints. They all have their own style, that is, the style of painting. As teachers, they should pay attention to cultivating their own unique styles. Only the style that suits them best can make them progress at the fastest speed. The one-on-one approach will only Their unique styles are distorted and even stifled, making them slow to enter. More serious, they even forget why they should paint and give up painting."
He turned his head and smiled at the passionate students and said: "Their enthusiasm is because they have found a reason to learn to paint... can portray and keep their favorite things."
The words of Ye Wuchen can be imagined by the shock of Huabu Artemisia. These students have made iron proofs like the unprecedented high spirits. In some words, he almost completely subverted the way he taught people to paint in the past years, but he did not feel half-hearted. As soon as he bowed his head, he said: "The old man listened to Ye Gongzi’s teachings today. It’s really like a slap in the face, and suddenly wakes up. It turns out that the old man is also misunderstanding while teaching people these years!"
Ye Wuchen shook his head: "Mr. You are heavy. It is easy to say that it is easy to cultivate each person's unique style, but it is relatively difficult to do. Especially when taking care of so many people, I don't know how many times I have to work harder than before.

The waist of Huabu Artemisia was lowered a little again, and said seriously: "No! For a teacher, the most gratifying thing is that their students can surpass themselves. Ye Gongzi said something for the old man, the old man can slack off Even if you are tired, you are comfortable in your heart."
The large studio is full of the brush rubbing the sound of the paper, rustling, but no one speaks, all concentrates, does not bother others, and does not want to be disturbed by others. Even Long Huanger is honestly painting there, but her sitting posture is not very elegant, and the posture of the pen is even more terrible, but the face is rare. The twin-eyed eyes sneaked at Ye Wuchen from time to time.
Wouldn't it be to paint me? Ye Wuchen could not help but think.
"Teacher, I have drawn it!"
After a long time, the little girl who was first asked by Ye Wuchen raised her hand and shouted, inadvertently calling him a teacher. Ye Wuchen went over and looked at the little meeting against the painting. He whispered, "Do you think this Feng Yuhua is the same as what you think in your heart?"
"Different."
"Where is that different?"
"Oh...the shape of the flower doesn't really look good, the leaves are a bit wide, and there are...and the mix is ​​very uncoordinated."
"Well, since you can see that those places are different from what you think, you will be able to adjust better next time you paint, right?"
The little girl nodded confidently immediately: "Well! I can definitely, I can quickly draw the most perfect Feng Yuhua to the teacher."
She took off the previous drawing paper and painted it again on the new drawing paper. There was no slight impatience and boredom on the look, and it was still so focused.
Ye Wuchen quietly wandered to the back of the studio, then walked behind to Long Huanger, looking at the drawing board in front of her eyes. Suddenly, he was like a thunder in the sky, hate can not immediately squint to escape ... This is not me, must not be me.
Long Huanger sneaked into the front, but did not find the image of Ye Wuchen. He suddenly looked back and subconsciously, and saw Ye Wuchen, who stood behind him with a strange expression. As frightened, she hurriedly reached out and grabbed her own drawing board, then put her hand down and said with a smile: "Is it beautiful?"
"...I don't want to see it first. What are you painting?" Ye Wuchen asked carefully, lest he get the answer he expected. At this point he has no courage to take another look.
"Of course I am painting you. Because I found that my favorite person is you now." Long Huanger said happily.
Ye Wuchen: "..."
"Princess, you honestly said to me, do you like to paint?" Ye Wuchen said weakly. Can paint people like this, the height of the realm simply makes him stunned.
Long Huanger thought for a while and said honestly: "I don't like it... but I don't like to study etiquette, and what kind of female red, women's roads... are so annoying."
"Then we... sneak out and play well?" said Ye Wuchen. Even if he is risking the wrath of the dragon, he can't bear to let Long Huanger ruin his image.
Long Huang’s eyes lit up and almost jumped up without excitement. Ye Wuchen erected the index finger and made a squeaking action. He walked to the front of Huabu Arthur and said: "Mr. Hua, the princess, she is not painting, and she is not asking for it. Interest is the best teacher, forced to force it. So I want to take the princess to look elsewhere, look for something she likes, come back tomorrow. If the emperor sends someone to ask, you just need to answer the princess to come with me, go with me. This is not a bit It’s suspected of bullying."
Although Huabu Arthur is reluctant, I heard that he is still coming tomorrow, and he is very happy. He said with respect: "Ye Gongzi please, the old man will answer according to Ye Gongzi. As for the students, the old man already knows what to do."
Next, he will guide and induce according to Ye Wuchen's method.
When Ye Wuchen and Long Huanger went out, Hua Biao rushed to the stage at an alarming rate, carefully rolled up the paper with the words "Ye Wuchen" and carefully held it. In the hands, the whole body is shaking with excitement.
What is the name of the teacher, in the face of Ye Gongzi's three words are worthless!
"Where are we going to play?" Long Huanger was excited like a bird that got out of the cage.
"Isn't the princess saying that I have never been to Tianlong City? Then we went out to play in the city."
"Wow! Really? Is it true? No lie!"
"Of course it is true. Except for me, today your father has not sent anyone behind you, so he will not know the city." Ye Wuchen said with a smile, led her to the nearest North Gate direction. Feeling the joy of this little princess, he suddenly had a subtle and warm satisfaction. Of course, there is also a sense of taboo to abduct the princess.
"Great, great. I used to think that you are a big bad guy. Now I know that you are so good... I really like you more and more." Long Huanger said with a leap. Out of town, this is the most normal thing for ordinary people in the city, but it is the hope that the princess has longed for and cannot do so. Under the glamorous appearance of the Emperor's House, there is too much helplessness.
"Hey! Small voices, if they are recognized by you, you are a Phoenix Princess."
The two men went all the way to the north, and they took the route that Ye Wuchen first came to Tianlong City from the north.
Naturally, the guards of the north gate of Tianlong City have never seen Longhuanger, and they have already been dazzled by pedestrians. They will never go to deliberately observe who, Ye Wuchen and Longhuanger have no barriers to go out. north. Then Long Huanger screamed and ran away without letting go.
"I am out of town, I am out of town!"
Like a canary that is completely free, she looks at the blue sky, breathes the pure air here, and laughs crisply.
The farther away from the city, the more rare pedestrians are. Since entering Tianlong City, this is the first time Ye Wuchen has come to the north of the city.
"Princess, where do you want to go?"
"Hey, now I don't like you calling me a princess... You have to call me a phoenix." Long Huanger said with a small nose.
"Okay. Then, where does Phoenix want to go?" Ye Wuchen asked with a smile.
"As long as you don't go back to the palace, it's good to go anywhere." She said somewhat arbitrarily.
"That... we have to catch the fish. There is a very shallow stream in front. When I came back with your emperor, I also caught a fish there before going to the city."
"Catch the fish?" This is undoubtedly a fresh and exciting word for Long Huanger. She nodded quickly. "Come with me, I am going."
The stream is flowing, the stream is still not clear, and the water is so clear that there are always large and small fish swimming. Such a creek is almost extinct in the memory of Ye Wuchen. It is everywhere in this world.
There are various artificial ponds in the palace, and Long Huanger is the first time to see the stream. The sound of the water in her ears is just like Xianle. The twinkling of the eyes is still shining brighter than the stream.
She took off her shoes, carried her skirt, and stood barefoot on the bluestone in the stream, enjoying the feeling of being caressed by the water. Heart, never had the comfort and tranquility. This natural flow of water is not a paradise for her.
"Well, don't stand stupidly, but we are catching fish. Only the fish we catch is the best. Doesn't Phoenix want to eat the fish it caught?"
Ye Wuchen holds a squid that is struggling fiercely in his hand, with a smile on his face.
(p:1, everyone is happy in the Mid-Autumn Festival, early birth!)
(p:2, the above theory of painting techniques is purely nonsense. If there is similarity, it is even nonsense. Please don’t blindly teach your own children because of personal worship.)
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