Being affirmed, especially in art, although there was a hint of suspicion of cheating, Cen Li was still very happy.
When it was time for school to end, Cen Li said goodbye to Teacher Yao and went home.
Since there was no car, Cenli walked back by herself. She had already memorized the way when she came here.
It's just that the journey is a bit long. It takes about twenty minutes to walk back.
"Xiao Li, why did you walk back by yourself?" After walking for a while, I met Huang Xiulan who was riding a stall on the road. "Didn't Mom tell me to pick you up after school?"
"Ah, did you say that?" Cen Li was stunned for a moment, then touched her head in embarrassment, "Maybe I was too serious about painting and didn't hear it."
"You child, come up quickly." Huang Xiulan shook her head with a smile, and said while riding her bicycle, "Xiao Li, you are going to study art in the future, why don't your mother buy you a bicycle, so that you can go out easily in the future?
convenient."
"But I heard that bicycles are very expensive." Cen Li hesitated.
Although bicycles at this time were no longer considered luxury goods, they were still valuable items, costing one or two hundred dollars each.
You know, Huang Xiulan's monthly income from odd jobs is only more than 200, which is all spent on a bicycle.
"You kid, just study hard and don't worry about money." Huang Xiulan said angrily, and then smiled, "Mom secretly tells you that our family's savings have exceeded 10,000, so we can afford a bicycle."
"Really, then thank you, Mom!" After hearing that there was so much money, Cen Li was also very surprised. She hugged Huang Xiulan tightly and acted coquettishly without refusing, "Mom, you are really the best mother in the world."
The bicycle is durable and can be used when she goes to junior high school or wherever she goes. It would be more convenient to have one.
"You kid, you know how to say nice things to your mother." He said this, but Huang Xiulan's face was full of smiles.
If other people's children have it, her daughter should also have it.
After going home for lunch and resting for a while, Cen Li rushed to the training class impatiently.
This time, Teacher Yao brought a still life structure sketch book to Cen Li and asked her to copy it.
"When you draw, don't rush to start writing. You have to observe first." Teacher Yao pointed at the book and said, "First you have to look at its composition, and secondly the proportions of each object. These all need to be measured before drawing.
Make sure you can fit everything within the paper."
"Yeah, I understand, teacher." Cen Li listened carefully.
"Okay, then the way you hold the pen is different from when you write."
Teacher Yao continued to demonstrate and explained, "This drawing board must be placed upright on the thigh. When holding the pen, the palm of the hand must be turned up. The pen must be placed on the index finger, and then the thumb should be clasped."
Cen Li didn't know about holding a pen. After all, she was self-taught in her previous life, so she always drew on the table and never sketched. She didn't know many small professional details.
So, she quickly picked up a pen and started learning.
"That's right, then when the little finger is pressed up, you can draw a closer line and hold the pen slightly forward." Teacher Yao nodded and continued to explain, "When the little finger is pressed back, you can hold the end of the pen.
Convenient for elongating lines and laying out large areas of tone.”
