Vol 2 Chapter 121: New teacher of painting class

The teachers of the Royal Academy of Tianlong have a common feature - strict, all students are treated equally, no need to salute the students of any privileged family. 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 who worshipped. He was on the court that day, and witnessed Ye Wuchen's painting skills. He also knew what paintings were from that day, and what was the pinnacle of painting skills.
There is no such thing as a young man. This old man who likes to paint can say that Ye Wuchen is regarded as a heavenly person. Although this occasion is obviously unsuitable, he still reveals the excitement of the full face, and it seems that he has not rushed out of control. Fall down on the ground to apprentice.
"Ye Gongzi, I finally gave you the hope. The old man has been admiring your painting for a long time, only hate to have no chance to meet. Yesterday, the old man heard that you will come personally, really excited to sleep all night. Ye Gongzi came The old man is really afraid to continue to offer ugliness. I wonder if I can forgive Ye Gongzi to take a lesson for us and satisfy the old man’s wish. The old man is really grateful."
This old man is eager and eager to tell his own desire. Directly forget the dragon phoenix around him. In his opinion, listening to such a painting, the gods teach a lesson, so that they can be used for a lifetime. In front of Ye Wuchen, he dared to call himself a teacher and claimed himself as an "old man."
The students in the audience were all surprised. No one expected that the teacher who was not ridiculous on weekdays would pose such a gesture to a person who is not much bigger than them. Although the recent rumors have already passed on Ye Wuchen's fascination, these well-born newborn burdocks are all proud and look at themselves bigger than the sky. Not many people will be convinced by a rumor. At this time, the attitude of the old man made them have to take away the arrogant deliberately put out.
It is also painting. It seems that since coming to this world, there have always been some things related to painting. Ye Wuchen thought about it, while lamenting his interest in childhood, but he played three months of painting skills intermittently, and there was such a big arm in this world.
"I don't know how to call Mr.?" Ye Wuchen asked politely.
"The old man surnamed Hua, Mingbu Artemisia." The old man replied quickly.
Huabuhao... It’s not good. Ye Wuchen almost didn't laugh out on the spot. If he didn't paint well, he still learned painting skills. No wonder you can only be a teacher in the primary class.
He finished his face and patted the back of Long Huanger: "Princess, you should go to your position and sit down. Today, I personally teach you how to paint?"
Such a fun thing, Long Huanger would not agree, her eyes lit up, nodded excitedly, and then rushed to sit in front of her drawing board. Although she often doesn't remember where her position is, she can find it at a glance every time... because that position is always empty.
Ye Wuchen’s remarks naturally agreed with Hua Biao’s request, and he was so excited that he quickly walked down from the stage and respectfully let Ye Wuchen go. He stood in the corner of the wall and looked at him with great concentration, lest he missed every movement and every word he said.
Ye Wuchen stood on the stage and looked down. This is a luxuriously decorated studio with more than thirty male or female students, each with a large drawing board in front of them. The temperament of each one is superb, not the origin of ordinary people. As a princess, Long Huanger naturally sits in the middle of the position. At this time, he is very excited to look at him with his eyes. For the first time, she felt that it was so interesting to go to school.
After a brief silence, he suddenly smiled: "Do you have a lot of questions to ask, it doesn't matter, even if you ask it, no one will blame you."
As soon as this statement came out, the boys and girls who had long been unable to hold back could almost riot, and the shouting one after another became a mess.
"I heard that a bug you painted was taken away by a bird. Is it true?"
"Can you paint a lotus flower that you can open yourself? I really want to see it for myself."
"I heard that you have defeated the most powerful Lin Xiao. Is this true? Why are you so powerful?"
"Who did you learn from the paintings you started studying?"
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"My brother admires you, I admire you, will I marry you in the future?"
"My sister asked my father to go to the family that day. Why don't you agree? My sister is really not as good as the sister of Hua'er?"
The confusion of the question began at the beginning of the painting technique, and later there was nothing more, so that Ye Wuchen had some bitter smiles. He coughed and pressed his hand until the sound finally came down. He smiled and said, "Well, you should have asked all the questions. Now it is my turn to talk. If you want to know who I am, Then go and understand that the news from other people is often not necessarily true. And if you want to see the blooming lotus, why not try your best to comprehend the painting skills, and draw a picture that is better than that in the future, Let others praise and marvel, isn’t it better. Others’ paintings are, after all, other people’s things, and only when they draw by themselves, will they get the most satisfaction and enjoyment. Are you right?

Huabu Artemisia was silent after hearing the words, and then nodded. The students also nodded as if they understood and understood, although most of them did not fully understand the meaning, but they were quiet.
"So, now everyone remembers my name. Today I am your teacher for the time being, and you will be proud of it!"
Ye Wuchen picks up the brush and writes his name on the drawing paper in front of the world with the traditional Chinese characters. Then he turns the easel and lets the three characters of "Ye Wuchen" appear in front of them. They looked at the name, and his ears still echoed with his voice full of arrogance and confidence.
"I...has been his student." After many years, when they talked about this with their friends and descendants, they were full of glory and pride. And those listeners also showed envy and fanaticism. Later, they will regretfully sigh: "It’s just time, it’s too short, only a short and hasty day."
The eyes of Huabu Artemisia are attracted by the magnet, and they are fixed on the three characters. The short three words combine the atmosphere with the glamour. At first glance, I feel pleasing to the eye. Under the circumstance, I can taste from the word to a kind of imposing manner, such as mountains and clouds, such as the sea. I can write the words to such a degree, let alone seeing them, personally taste, and I have never heard of them.
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 does not take away, he has already planned to fight and not to be old, but also to rush to grab it after he left. Then hang in the bedroom, taste every day, even if Wanjin is absolutely not sold.
Ye Wuchen knew that he had been very coquettish a few days ago. Only if he was willing, just a few strokes would be Wanjin. It’s easy to come to the money, but there’s no one in the past.
"Since everyone is sitting here, naturally they are all going to learn painting skills. Then I ask you, why do you choose to study painting skills?" Ye Wuchen swept his eyes and asked peacefully.
"Because I want to be a very powerful painter!" A man who looks much bigger than Long Huanger. His answer made the big guys nod their heads. Of course, quite a few of them are forced to come under reluctance.
"Then why do you want to be a painter?" Ye Wuchen looked at the boy and asked with a smile.
The boy suddenly stopped, and the question was not too sound for their thinking. They couldn’t find a word to answer. Ye Wuchen went on to say: "Do you know why I had to learn to paint at the beginning?" They all showed the look of inquiry, and even Hua Tuo Hao also erected his ears. "Because I wanted to draw my most important thing at that time." One of my favorite people..."
The word "mother" flashed in his mind, but he couldn't reflect her figure. In the deep sea of ​​memory, there is only the attachment that cannot be erased, but there is no existence of her.
"Painting can be divided into many kinds. But the fundamental purpose of painting is to express the inner feelings. Only the paintings that are done by hand and with heart are the real paintings, and the simple hands are only the paintings made for painting. It can only be a dead painting without feelings." Ye Wuchen finished, looked at their drawing board and asked: "Now, can you tell me what you are painting?"
Huabu Art quickly replied: "The old man is teaching them to paint tigers."
"Tiger?" Ye Wuchen nodded, then casually pointed to a student and asked: "This little sister. Do you like tigers?"
The little girl shook her head: "I don't like it."
"When you painted the tiger, what did you think?"
The little girl squinted her eyes and said carefully: "I... I didn't think about anything. The gentleman taught me a stroke. I will draw a sum."
"What do you like the most?" asked Ye Wuchen.
The little girl didn't think much, she blurted out: "I like Feng Yuhua the most! I have to plant a lot of things every year, and the yard will open a lot."
"Well, then you will tear off the tiger you just painted, and then draw the plum feather flower." Ye Wuchen said with a smile.
"Ah? But the teacher hasn't started teaching us to paint flowers. I... I won't paint."
Ye Wuchen shook his head and said seriously: "The favorite things are generally the things that you are most familiar with. If you don't have the confidence to draw the most favorite things, you can learn how to use painting skills. Don't worry. If you don't paint well, draw them out with the brush according to the Feng Yuhua in your mind. If you feel that you haven't painted well, then come back again, until the painting is exactly the same as you think in your heart. trust yourself."
The little girl stayed for a few seconds, and her heart was deeply touched by his words. She nodded and did not hesitate to tear off a piece of paper, picked up a brush and hung it on the paper, and it didn't fall for a long time. Because she is closing her eyes, she depicts her most familiar Feng Yuhua in her heart.
"What is your favorite?"
"Oh... it’s my father!"
"Then you paint your father."
"Ah? But..."
"There is nothing. The man, the man, is not confident in even the simple paintings. Since you like your father most, don't you want to draw your father and show it to him? I think, it will be you. The most precious gift the father received."
"... um! Although it is difficult, I will definitely draw it and show it to my father."
"So, what do you like the most?"
"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 leave it on the painting."
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