After signing the contract, Zhang Zhong bought Pengpeng a set of painting tools from Xu Yuhan. Zhang Zhong bought Pengpeng a set worth more than 300 yuan.
The size of this set of painting tools exceeds Zhang Zhong's imagination. It is a box-and-stand set. Xu Yuhan said that there are more than 250 items in it.
Pengpeng couldn't hold the half-meter-long box at all.
Xu Yuhan helped her open the wooden box, and the little girl's eyes sparkled as if she had seen a treasure.
Zhang Zhong took a look and nodded secretly. Teacher Xu was not exaggerating. There are really two hundred and fifty items in this box.
"These are forty-five oil pastels, eighteen colors of watercolor powder, forty-eight crayons, twenty-four colored pencils, seventy-eight watercolor brushes, a ruler, an eraser, a pencil sharpener...
"Xu Yuhan patiently introduced them to the contents of the box.
The little one couldn't hear how many oil pastels and watercolor powder cakes were being taken at this time. All her attention was on this colorful scene, touching this now and that now.
"Dad, are these all mine?" Pengpeng asked Zhang Zhong, raising his head.
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "Well, it's all yours. When I'm painting later, I have to listen to Teacher Xu, you know?"
"Yeah." Pengpeng nodded heavily, then turned to look at Xu Yuhan, "Teacher Xu, what should I draw later?"
"Pengpeng, is there anything you want to draw?"
Pengpeng scratched his head and thought for a while, "Well, I want to draw piglet fur."
"The teacher doesn't know who Little Pig Maomao is, can Pengpeng tell me?"
"Piggy Maomao is a pink piglet. Its nose has two round holes, and its ears are above its eyes." Pengpeng waved his hands and gestured on his head, "And there's more, it's
She can also walk on two legs. My grandma said that ordinary pigs can only walk on four legs, but only Maomao can walk on two legs. Teacher Xu, do you think Maomao is awesome?"
"That's awesome. Let's draw Maomao today. Pengpeng, do you know what color Maomao is?"
"It's pink."
"Is its color here?" Xu Yuhan pointed to the eighteen-color powder cake next to it and asked.
Pengpeng looked at the powder cake and thought for a while, then pointed at the pink powder cake and said, "Here it is, the color of Maomao is here."
"What about its eyes? Are they also pink?"
"No." Pengpeng shook his head and pointed to the black powder, "Its eyes are black, like this."
"Then is Maomao wearing any clothes?"
"Put it on, put it on..."
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The teachers and students asked and answered questions, all centered around the colors of the piglet Maomao. After finishing talking about the colors, Xu Yuhan took a piece of paper and made gestures with Pengpeng on the paper, probably looking for Pengpeng with him.
Characteristics of piglet hair.
Zhang Zhong watched Xu Yuhan tutor Pengpeng and felt that the thousand yuan was really worth it. He didn't know much about art and had never seen how other teachers taught children to draw, but he felt that Xu Yuhan slowly guided the children.
The method of divergent thinking on your own is very reliable.
Hua Hua and Zhang Zhong couldn't get anything to say, so he smiled and gestured to Xu Yuhan. Xu Yuhan smiled and nodded to reassure him, and he walked to the rest area.
At around nine o'clock, two other students who came to class also came over. Xu Yuhan asked Pengpeng to draw by herself, while she began to teach the other two students.
Because there are only a few students, Xu Yuhan's teaching methods are very targeted. He does not ask all students to draw the same thing, but allows them to express themselves freely.
The other two children, a boy and a girl, were both brought by their mother. Zhang Zhong is a gay boy and has nothing in common with them.
The two of them seemed to know each other, and they started chatting as soon as they sat down in the rest area.
"Qiqi's mother, when your Qiqi comes home, will you take her to draw?"
"Drawing, why don't you draw? She has art classes in her school and she often has to draw, but I do most of the drawing."
"My Ziyu, let alone painting, can't finish his homework every day. I teach him to do his homework every night and he has a heart attack."
"Your husband won't help you?"
"Hey, stop talking. Just don't do him any harm. As soon as Ziyu came back, he was clamoring to play black games with his dad. Now I don't dare to let Ziyu see his dad playing on his mobile phone. Last night he was playing on his mobile phone.
It’s too late, why don’t I send the child over today?”
"A man takes care of a child." That Qiqi mother shook her head, "That's like moving up the stairs to reach for the stars - without leaning on the head!"
While speaking, he glanced at Zhang Zhong again. He probably felt that his words covered too much firepower, so he lowered his voice.
Zhang Zhong pretended not to hear, looking up at the ceiling as if thinking about life.
After looking at the ceiling for a while, his eyes turned to the paintings hanging on the wall. There was one painting that had obviously been hung recently because he had not seen it the last time he came here.
It is different from other paintings. First of all, in terms of material, this is an oil painting.
The painting style is simple and bright, the colors are lively, and the scenery in the painting is also very simple, including a country road, an earthen house with black tiles, and a green countryside.
Zhang Chong doesn't know how to paint, but he has collected a lot of paintings. When he is rich, he will always have some elegant things in his home. He always buys expensive oil paintings. There are world-famous paintings hanging everywhere in his home. Look.
It's much better and seems to have some artistic feeling.
When he looks at a painting, he never says whether he likes it or not. When a painting is created, there is naturally something worth exploring in it. If there is something about the painter's inner world that piques your interest, then there is no harm in going in and taking a look. If
He showed no interest at all, turned around and walked away, no one could bother him.
The painting on the wall aroused Zhang Zhong's interest, but only a little. After looking at it for a quarter of an hour, he looked away from the painting.
However, the country road still did not disappear before Zhang Zhong's eyes. In the green countryside, there seemed to be a few unknown birds spreading their wings and circling, and the sound of birdsong was faintly heard in his ears.
Makes people relaxed and happy.
This is the charm of art, which cannot be explained clearly.
"dad!"
The chirping of birds suddenly dispersed, and my daughter's crisp shout rang in my ears.
Zhang Zhong turned his head and Peng Peng stood in front of him with a smile and a painting.
"I drew Maomao."
A pink pig wearing a bright red skirt... Actually, it is more appropriate to say it is a pig-headed man.
With a long nose, small eyes, and a big belly, it seems that Pengpeng is very good at artistic exaggeration, and all the features of the pig's fur are magnified by her.
This is not a good-looking painting, but for a four-year-old child who has just learned painting, good-looking and resembling the painting does not necessarily mean it is good.
Pengpeng was not even old enough to practice basic skills. Even Leonardo da Vinci didn't start painting eggs until he was five years old.
Besides, Leonardo da Vinci’s painting of eggs is not necessarily the correct way.