After dinner, Zhang Zhong took Pengpeng for a walk in the mall. He wanted to give Pengpeng some new sets of clothes, but he was short of money.
Nowadays, children's clothing is not cheap. Such a small piece of cloth can easily cost hundreds. Zhang Zhong only has 200 yuan left on his body, which may not be able to buy a vest for Peng Peng.
Pengpeng didn't seem to be very interested in clothes or anything like that. He passed by a children's clothing store as if he didn't see it.
However, when the father and daughter passed by a studio, Pengpeng's calves could not move.
Meng Mu's small studio is sandwiched between two cosmetics shops. It is a small room filled with various paintings. However, it seems that they are all painted by children, and the name of the studio sounds like it is for children.
Art education institutions.
In the studio, there was a young girl in her early twenties who was teaching some children to draw. When she saw the father and daughter standing outside, she walked out with a smile and said, "Hello, do you need anything? If you are interested, you can
Go in and have a look."
Zhang Zhong looked at Pengpeng and signaled to the girl that she had asked the wrong person.
The girl smiled, squatted down and asked Pengpeng, "Children, do you like drawing?"
Pengpeng nodded heavily, "I like it."
Zhang Zhong, who was standing behind, was a little surprised. He didn't know whether Pengpeng really liked her, or whether she just got interested because she suddenly saw someone else drawing. But since she could say that she liked it, Zhang Zhong was still happy. It seemed that his artistic abilities were also good.
It was inherited by my daughter. Speaking of which, when I was a child, I also wanted to be a painter.
"Have you ever painted before?" the girl asked patiently.
"Those who have painted before, there are teachers in school who teach us how to paint."
"Then do you want to learn?"
"I want to!" When talking about painting, Pengpeng hugged the little rabbit in her arms and looked very excited.
Zhang Zhong was even more surprised. It seemed that Pengpeng didn't just do it temporarily. He really liked painting.
The young girl raised her head and looked at Zhang Zhong, "Sir, why don't you bring your children over for a trial class? Our trial class only charges ten yuan for materials."
"Okay, can we do it now?" Zhang Zhong nodded. His daughter likes it, so what else can I do? Besides, it's only ten yuan.
"Well, you can experience it now. I am teaching the children here. You can wait in the rest area and I will take the children over."
Zhang Jian nodded, and there were two or three parents in the rest area.
"Where do I pay?"
"Just give it to me." The young girl smiled, "I'm the only one in the store. By the way, what's your surname, sir?"
"My surname is Zhang."
"Mr. Zhang, my surname is Xu, just call me Xiao Xu. You can scan the QR code to follow our store's official account. If there are any events, we will notify you, and there will be free teaching from time to time."
Zhang Zhong touched his nose and took out his functional phone, "I'm afraid I can't do this."
Xu Yuhan was a little surprised when she saw the mobile phone for the elderly in Zhang Zhong's hand, but then she immediately reacted and said with a smile: "It's okay, you can add my mobile phone number, and I can notify you by text message if there is any activity."
"Oh sure."
After leaving her number, Xu Yuhan smiled and asked Pengpeng, "Kid, what's your name?"
"My name is Zhang Pengpeng."
"Pengpeng is so good, Pengpeng, please give the little rabbit to daddy, otherwise it will get dirty when you paint later."
"Okay, sister."
Pengpeng turned around and solemnly handed the little rabbit to Zhang Zhong, and said seriously, "Dad, help me take good care of the little rabbit!"
"receive!"
After Pengpeng followed Xu Yuhan, Zhang Zhong went to rest and sat down. The parent next to him glanced at him and started playing with his mobile phone again.
Zhang Zhong had no interest in mobile phones, and his mobile phone could not play anything except Snake, so out of boredom, he took a look at the studio.
There are five children in class. There is no teacher to teach them, and they are all drawing something on their own.
The studio only covers an area of 40 to 50 square meters. I guess Ms. Xu is the teacher and owner. She looks like she just graduated from college.
The trial class only charges ten yuan for materials, which is actually a bit of a loss.
However, generally larger studios usually provide free trial classes in order to recruit students, and some studios do not even charge for materials.
Although the little girl is young, she is quite approachable. Regardless of her painting skills, it is very important to teach children art affinity.
After sitting in the rest area for more than an hour, Pengpeng ran over with a painting and said, "Dad, dad, look at the painting I drew."
Zhang Zhong took the painting with a smile. On it was a piece of grass and a cow?
He wasn't sure whether it was a cow or a sheep. Pengpeng was obviously taking the path of a soul painter.
"Well, the painting is really good. Is it eating grass?"
"Niu Niu is taking a walk!"
"Then what are these lines on it?"
"Silly! Dad, didn't you see how big the sun is in the sky? It must be very hot for Niuniu to take a walk, he's all sweating."
Zhang Zhong finally knew what it meant to sweat profusely today.
"Peng Peng draws really well."
"Yeah, Teacher Xu said the same thing."
What a kind teacher.
At this moment Xu Yuhan came over and she said with a smile, "Pengpeng is very talented in painting."
Zhang Zhong's mouth twitched. Although he understood her intention to sell the course, she was very talented and couldn't talk about it casually.
"Mr. Zhang, I am not complimenting you. Pengpeng is really talented. Although her drawing lines are poor, her colors are very accurate. It is obvious that she has extraordinary talent in color."
After Xu Yuhan said this, Zhang Zhong looked at the painting again and truly felt what she said. Although the lines on the painting were poor, the coloring was very spiritual.
What professionals see is really different from what a layman like me sees.
Pengpeng didn't know what colors and lines were. Anyway, she only knew that she painted very well, and her little face looked like a bright flower.
"Pengpeng is so awesome." Zhang Zhong praised him sincerely this time, and he was also happy in his heart. Who doesn't want their child to be talented?
"Mr. Zhang, if Pengpeng wants to paint in the future, you can come here. If you want to study, you can also sign up for classes. Our fees are very reasonable." Xu Yuhan took advantage of the heat.
Zhang Zhong actually wanted to sign up for Pengpeng, but he knew that the current financial situation did not allow it, so he smiled and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you today, Miss Xu, but it's a little inconvenient during this time. If we have the intention to do this later,
I will definitely find you."
This is his real thought. He is indeed planning to take Pengpeng to sign up for a class after the royalties are paid next month. The little girl also seems to like painting very much, and Miss Xu and this studio have left a very good impression on him.
good.
But to Xu Yuhan's ears, this is a standard rejection word. Generally, people who say this will never come back.
She was a little disappointed in her heart, but she still smiled on the surface, "It doesn't matter. You can come over anytime if you want. Pengpeng is really talented."