Chapter 1004: Scared by the children of Yang Lan (2/4)
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House Dad’s Literary Life
- Happy Family
- 1675 characters
- 2021-02-11 01:48:06
At 4:50 pm on Friday, Yang Lan came to the door of Huijia Elementary School as well as other parents who came to school. However, today Yang Lan is going to guide him to paint, so he is not just waiting at the school gate.
Yang Lan casually used an excuse to do a registration at the guard, and then walked in. The awkward classroom Yang Lan was very familiar with it. He came to the teaching building where he was in the car.
When Yang Lan arrived, the classroom was still quiet and empty. But very quickly, as the bell rang, the entire campus seemed to be boiling up. After a while, all corners of the campus were filled with excitement.
The first-grade teaching building is also the same, and the children who have just finished their interest courses have quickly emerged in the corridor.
There are also books that are packed before going to the interest course. When you go to school, you go home directly, like you sometimes do.
However, there are still many children who come back to work in the class. Some of them have rushed back because they still have the task of cleaning the classroom. They want to go home quickly.
However, how can an adult stand outside the classroom?
They first looked at Yang Lan with a strange look first, then the voice was depressed, and they talked arbitrarily, and ran to the back of the classroom to get the broom and the garbage shovel.
Although they are very curious about the identity of Yang Lan, but the children of this age do not know Liang Jingru, nor the courage to speak with unfamiliar adults.
Of course, they don't remember the father who had seen him at the parent meeting last year. Where would the children of this age remember these things?
Yang Wei was afraid of scaring these children, but also with a smile that was approachable, eyes from time to time passed over the children who ran across, looking forward to seeing the little girl who was worried about it.
"Xiner, Xiner, we have to go up! We still have to paint, we can't go home!" Downstairs, a cry that was mixed with the noise of many children was captured by Yang Lan, and Yang Hao looked at the probe. The corners of the mouth are gently lifted.
Sure enough, after a while, Yan and Lanxin, the two girls who went to the library to read the class, ran up.
Hey!
I saw my father’s surprise. The little girl didn’t think that Dad would come up so early. She screamed and screamed happily and hugged her father.
When I saw Yan and Lan Xin leading a tall and burly adult into the class, a few boys who were sweeping the floor suddenly rounded their eyes, and some looked at Yang Lan with fear.
When I was outside, I didn’t feel anything. When the adult walked into the classroom, under the small space, his tall and burly figure suddenly gave these boys a terrible pressure!
They are like a kitten who has seen a big tiger and can’t 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 and gathered around her side. She whispered, "Hey, who is this uncle?"
This little girl seems to have a good relationship with her.
"This is my embarrassment!" He giggled, looking very bright, and actively introduced, "Hey, this is rain, we have to do the blackboard together."
It turned out to be Du Yuying, the little girl.
Yang Lan smiled and nodded to her.
Du Yuxi was more surprised, his eyes widened, and he said with surprise: "You are the father of you? Draw the little daddy's father?"
Oh, this question seems to be a bit logical.
......
After talking for a while, Yang Lan was not able to wait until the back of the classroom, pointing to the big blackboard behind, and waiting for Dad to teach her to draw a small jingle.
This week, he and his friends have done a lot of work on the blackboard!
Now on the blackboard, several areas have been planned, and they have been outlined with beautiful laces. At least from the design, Yang Lan feels that these little girls are doing well!
One of the areas, which has already been filled in, is estimated to be a poem written by Nan Zhaoyu when he was painting a small singer yesterday. Yang Yan took a look and found that Nan Zhaoyu’s words were written quite well, one by one. The writing is very powerful, and there is still a big gap compared with his father Nan Yiyun's calligrapher, but among the children of the first grade, it is definitely a standing chicken!
Moreover, this poem is actually "Long Songs", and Yang Lan thinks that the latter two sentences are quite suitable for these children.
"These patterns are all designed by you? The idea is very good! Separate the content, so it doesn't look too messy and refreshing!" Yang Lan smiled with appreciation.
"This is what Xiao Wei sister taught us. Many classes in the third grade are painted like this!" said the blind eye.
"Here is my painting." Du Yuxi couldn't help but insert it. She used a small hand to sneak in front of the blackboard, and jumped and said to Yang Lan.
"I also have paintings, I painted here." Lan Xin saw the situation, and could not wait to invite
"You are very good! Well done!" Yang Xiao smiled and praised.
"But it still has to be a little jingle, it really looks good!" He whispered his mouth, and said something sullen.
Dad don't look at it! She has been waiting to draw a small jingle!
I painted it yesterday, and I have already wiped it off. Now there is a big gap left in the middle of the blackboard. I am very eager to draw it earlier, so I laughed at my little ugly friends who were painting yesterday. I looked at myself!
"Come, come. You wait for Dad to take something!" Yang Xiao smiled and walked back to the podium.
How to teach a small jingle on a big blackboard? Yang Lan has considered this problem at home, only to see him from the podium, take the wooden triangle teacher teaching equipment assigned to the teacher.
Seeing that Yang Lan took out such a big posture, don't say anything, even Lan Xin looked curiously to come over and watched, and Du Yuxi, just came to help Nan Zhaoyu, several children have followed Yang Lan Behind him.
"Hey, you want to draw a picture on such a big blackboard, you must learn to compose the picture." Yang Lan put the triangle on the blackboard on the blackboard, sideways, and said with a smile. "I want to think about how you can move this picture to this blackboard in the right proportions."
These nouns, I don’t understand, I looked at Dad with some confusion and waited for him to explain.
But fortunately, these reasons, I don’t need to fully understand, soon, she saw her father take the small jingle manuscript that she used to copy, and said to her: "Look, this little jingle, is it not? Head, the ratio is similar to the body? The head is slightly bigger here, but it is not too big?"
He gently nodded, she understood this.
I saw Yang Lan holding a triangle ruler, in the middle of a large blank space in the middle of the blackboard, with a small point and a dotted line on the top of the blackboard.
"We plan this way. This area can draw a small jingle's head. Of course, we have set aside the position of painting bamboo raft here. The following piece, drawing the body, the space is similar to the head, that is, when you draw, you can draw a little smaller."
A little bit, a dashed line, and after a while, concentrating on the operation of Dad's operation, I was surprised to see that there was a piece of wood on the blackboard that could fill the various parts of the small jingle. Dad seemed to simply break down. Help her to disassemble very complicated pictures into simple parts!
Dad is amazing!
His eyes are shining, and he looks at his father with adoration.
Do you see it?
Yang Lan turned to look at the look of the cockroach and knew that his strategy was successful. He smiled and asked,
Is it so simple to draw like this?
I am happy to have a small head.
However, there was no painting class next to him. Du Yuxi, Lan Xin, and Nan Zhaoyu, who did not look at Dad’s paintings from a young age, heard the fog. They shook their heads in confusion and muttered:
I can’t see...
Also, these children don’t know how to compose a picture. They don’t know how to draw a complete form from the starting shape and the frame to the back. Naturally, there is no way to see them from the seemingly messy little dots and curves of Yang Lan. A small jingle look.
"It doesn't matter if you can't see it. I will draw it later, and you will see the effect." Yang Xiao smiled and comforted them.
Yang Lan moved over an empty table and said, "Come on, hey, come to you to paint!"
I was a little eager to try, and some were not very confident. The little girl looked a little shy and intertwined with two small hands. The body twisted in place and snarled in a spoiled manner: "Hey, do I paint myself?"
"Yes, you can paint yourself! But when Dad looks at it, he will guide you to draw it completely. Don't worry!" Yang Hao encouraged.
"Oh, that's alright!" Hearing that Dad said that he would guide himself next to him, and he came back with confidence. She smiled sweetly and actively extended two small arms.
Usually she has to step on the stool to step on the table to draw, now there is a father, where do she need such trouble?
I saw that Yang Lan reached out and the little girl was held like a princess, and the clouds flew to the table.