God of Cooking Dad: Spoil his daughter to heaven

"Students, Mr. Zhang from the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts will come to our school today. You must know that his status as an old man has a place in traditional Chinese painting."

"Everyone still has an hour. If you have an idea, you can use this time to draw a picture and show it to Mr. Zhang. Even if you don't become his disciple, it's good to get some advice. "

"Okay, that's all I said. After an hour, I hope to see the results that surprise me."

It was Luo Jiashu, the vice-principal of the school who spoke.

This time Zhang Qianlei came to Shenzhen City just to visit an old friend.

Just happened to be known by Luo Jiashu, so he got in touch through relationships.

That's what happened this morning.

He, Luo Jiashu, really puts his heart into education, and he won't give up just because you don't do well in a certain subject.

Although he is only in charge of elementary school, this is also the time when he can display his talents, because he advocates teaching students in accordance with their aptitude.

Now his requirements are not high. As long as one of the thousands of schools is favored, it means that his method can be implemented, and other opponents have no excuse.

In the third elementary school, there is a special place, that is, there is an interest class, any student can participate in it without affecting their studies, and there is no charge.

This is what Luo Jiashu himself promoted.

Why there are objections is that the teachers hired are all outside professionals, and the school has to pay for it out of its own pocket. Other management must have objections.

"draw!"

Hearing the principal's words, Qin Xinxin immediately laughed.

He took out the small schoolbag and kept taking out some things from it.

Lin Xiaohe, who was at the same table, saw this and asked curiously, "Xinxin, don't you want to draw too?"

"Well, Lin Xiaohe, let me tell you, I'm very good."

When Qin Xinxin talked about herself, she proudly raised her head.

"Xinxin, but I remember your drawing last time. You couldn't even draw an egg well, so don't embarrass yourself!"

Seeing the posture of her deskmate, Lin Xiaohe really wanted to draw, so she quickly stopped her.

Thinking back to the last semester, an egg painted by Qin Xinxin was so horrible that she didn't even get a passing grade.

Now that I have told myself that she is very good at drawing, I can tell that she is bragging.

But look at her taking out these things, when did she put them down in her schoolbag.

Didn't he stop painting after being teased by his classmates?

"Hmph! If you don't believe me, you can just watch from the side, but don't disturb me. Papa said that you must concentrate on painting and not be disturbed by the outside world."

Seeing that the tablemate was speaking well, Lin Xiaohe hurriedly helped tidy up all the textbooks on the table.

Other students have already started to draw, but they are all fruits and small animals.

It took 5 minutes for Qin Xinxin to get everything ready.

The deskmate was also used, a rectangular piece of rice paper was spread on top of two desks that were put together.

There are already some used brushes on the side.

As for Qin Xinxin grinding ink with an inkstone now.

Compared with other classmates, her movement is really too big.

At this time, there was no teacher in the classroom, so the students next to me gathered around.

To see what Qin Xinxin is doing, such a big move.

I saw her standing in the aisle, rubbing ink.

A look of thinking.

After a few minutes, she put the inkstone on one end and picked up one of the writing brushes placed on the table.

The pen is as steady as a dog, which is what Qin Xinxin looks like now.

I saw her holding a brush with her little hand, and slowly writing ink on the rice paper.

There was no extra shaking of the arm.

"With such a big movement, what is this painting?"

The students around looked at Qin Xinxin. At the beginning, the pen and ink on the rice paper were all in a mess, and they couldn't tell what they were.

Some students next to her felt that she did it on purpose, so they went to other students to watch.

Only the students around were left standing by.

These are all things that I usually play well with Qin Xinxin.

Because they knew what Qin Xinxin was usually like, so this time she was definitely not scribbling.

"Wow"

In less than 10 minutes, a figure appeared on the paper.

This is a man who can only see his back, which can be seen from his body shape.

And his thick arms seemed to be busy with something.

"I just said, Xinxin is such a person, just looking at this, we can't do it."

Later, Qin Xinxin wrote faster and faster, almost without thinking.

"Is this Xinxin's father?"

Some students who had seen Qin Mo immediately exclaimed.

Hearing what this classmate said, the others took a serious look.

It was true, so Qin Xinxin's eyes were filled with admiration.

"Xinxin, that's amazing!"

"Yeah, I can draw my father, we are still playing with mud"

It has been almost half an hour since Qin Xinxin wrote the pen, and at this time there are still 10 minutes before an hour.

Qin Xinxin was surrounded by a group of classmates again, except for the classmates who were still painting.

Everyone ran over.

At this time, the painting on the rice paper is almost coming to an end.

It is the back of a man busy in the kitchen.

Although he couldn't see the man's face, it could be seen from him that he was very busy at work.

"call"

At this time, Qin Xinxin took a deep breath and put away the brush.

"This is Chinese painting!"

Finally, knowledgeable colleagues saw it.

"But isn't Chinese painting mostly painting landscapes and animals?"

The name is now looking at Qin Xinxin's eyes with admiration, but there is still a trace of doubt.

At this time, Qin Xinxin did not stop, but picked up a brush again.

Drop a few brush characters on the paper.

Busy days are more bitter than free days!
After that, it was signed, and I wrote my name.

"All right!"

Looking at the paintings on the table, even Qin Xinxin couldn't believe it.

In more than a month, I have reached this point.

It's not over here, and I have to wait for the ink on the rice paper to dry.

But Qin Xinxin has already started packing other things.

The classmates around me didn't dare to approach, for fear of accidentally damaging the painting, they just stood by and discussed.

Most of them were about Qin Xinxin, most of them were surprised.

To their surprise, a classmate who couldn't even draw eggs well.

It's just that after a semester, I and others don't know each other anymore.

An hour later, a teacher walked in.

But at this time, Qin Xinxin had already put away her paintings.

In ten minutes, with the help of the students next to me, the pen and ink were completely dry.

"Okay, students, I have already drawn it, and bring it to me now."

As soon as the teacher finished speaking, more than a dozen students stood up, including Qin Xinxin.