in2ebook Chapter 552 Inspection Notes (7)
Chapter 552 Inspection Notes (7)
Chapter 552 Inspection Notes (7)
Yan Yiyi had a smile on her face: "I'm back, where's my brother?"
"The young master is collecting folk songs at the foot of the mountain." Captain Wang replied.
"Then let's go find Big Brother first. Big Brother Wang, you guys go ahead and do your work."
"Hey, okay."
Captain Wang watched them leave, called out to his colleagues and villagers, and continued walking up the mountain.
Yan Yiyi and Xin Ye reached the steep slope at the foot of the mountain and saw a green figure painting with ink on a flat part of another low slope.
There were several children around him, they were standing next to each other, gesticulating, or covering their mouths and talking in each other's ears. It was obvious that the children were quite well behaved and did not speak loudly to disturb those who were painting.
Hua Murong was using the tripod easel that Yan Yiyi brought with him, which had a large drawing board that was more than one meter long. The children standing behind him could clearly see the process of his painting.
Hua Murong's painting is not an ink painting, but a watercolor painting, depicting the entire Shangao Village on paper. The children beside her seem to have opened the door to a new world, especially the seven-year-old boy, whose clear and lively eyes are sparkling.
Hua Murong was immersed in painting and had no idea that she had become the mentor of the future generation of great painters.
The little boy was very sensible. Although he had a lot of questions to ask the gentle big brother beside him, he did not interrupt him while he was painting until he saw him stop and put down his pen.
Taking a deep breath, the little boy mustered up his courage and looked up at Hua Murong: "Big brother, can you teach me how to draw?"
Hua Murong smiled and said, "Of course you can, but painting is not something you can learn in a day or two. It requires a long period of practice.
The technique of painting requires long-term training, but the idea is to look at personal talent. I can teach you some painting techniques, and you can train yourself later."
After a pause, Hua Murong added: "If you encounter something you don't understand, you can ask your family to find a teacher for you, or you can write to me."
The little boy, who was worried about "inviting a teacher" one second ago, suddenly brightened up in the next second because he could write a letter to him.
"Can I really write a letter to big brother?" The little boy couldn't help but confirm again.
"Of course you can, but I'm busy, or it may be inconvenient for us to communicate. It may take a while for you to receive my reply. During this period, you must not give up training."
The little boy nodded repeatedly, with a happy smile on his face: "Thank you, big brother, I will practice hard!"
"You are so good. Now I will teach you how to draw." He turned to look at the other children who were watching obediently on the other side, "You can also learn with me. If you also want to continue learning to draw, you can write to me like Xiao Huzi did when you encounter problems."
"Okay! Thank you, big brother!" The children were so happy that they couldn't help jumping up.
Hua Murong took down the painting of Da'ao Village and replaced it with a piece of white paper. The upright easel acted like a "blackboard", making it convenient for Hua Murong to give lectures and demonstrations.
The children listened with great interest. It turned out that chicks and ducklings could be sketched with just a few strokes. Drawing was so magical!
Then, they were asked to draw, and reality taught them what it felt like to be unable to hear with their brains.
Looking at those lines that resembled earthworms, and each one was either black graffiti or weird pictures, their originally excited mood instantly dropped to the bottom.