Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 23
After dinner, Zhang Zhong took Pengpeng for a stroll in the mall. He wanted to give Pengpeng some new clothes, but he was short of money.

Children's clothes are not cheap now, such a small piece of cloth can easily cost hundreds of pieces, and Zhang Zhong only has [-] oceans left in his whole body, so he may not be able to buy a vest for Peng Peng.

Pengpeng didn't seem to be very interested in clothes, and passed by the children's clothing store as if he didn't see it.

But when the father and daughter walked past a studio, Peng Peng's calf couldn't move.

Mengmu's small studio is sandwiched between two cosmetic shops, a small room filled with various paintings.But it seems that they are all drawn by children, and the name of the studio sounds like an art education institution for children.

In the studio, a young girl in her early 20s was teaching some children how to draw. When she saw the father and daughter standing outside, she came out with a smile, "Hi, what do you need? If you are interested, you can go in have a look."

Zhang Zhong looked at Pengpeng, and signaled to the girl that she asked the wrong person.

The girl smiled, knelt down and asked Pengpeng, "Little friend, do you like drawing?"

Pengpeng nodded heavily, "I like it."

Standing behind Zhang Zhong was a little surprised. He didn't know whether Pengpeng really liked it, or if he suddenly saw other people painting.But since she can say that she likes it, Zhang Zhong is still happy in his heart. It seems that his artistic cells have also been inherited by his daughter. Speaking of which, he also wanted to be a painter when he was a child.

"Have you ever painted before?" the girl asked patiently.

"I have painted. There are teachers in school who teach us to paint."

"Then do you want to learn?"

"Think!" When it came to painting, Peng Peng hugged the little rabbit in his arms, looking very excited.

Zhang Zhong was even more surprised. It seemed that Pengpeng didn't do it on a temporary basis, he really liked painting very much.

The young girl looked up at Zhang Zhong, "Sir, why don't you bring your children to a trial class? Our trial class only charges [-] yuan for materials."

"Okay, can I go now?" Zhang nodded emphatically. My 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. I will take the children there."

Zhang nodded, and there were two or three parents in the rest area.

"Where to pay the fee?"

"Just give it to me." The young girl smiled, "I'm the only one in the shop, by the way, sir, what's your surname?"

"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 activities, it will notify you, and there will be free teaching from time to time."

Zhang Zhong touched his nose and took out his feature phone, "I'm afraid I can't do this."

Xu Yuhan was a little surprised when he saw the elderly phone in Zhang Zhong's hand, but then he reacted immediately and said with a smile: "It's okay, you can add my mobile phone number, and if there is an event, I can send you a text message."

"Oh, alright."

After leaving the number, Xu Yuhan smiled and asked Pengpeng, "Little friend, what's your name?"

"My name is Zhang Pengpeng."

"Pengpeng is so good, please give the little rabbit to Dad, or it will get dirty when I paint later."

"Okay, sister."

Pengpeng turned around and solemnly handed the little rabbit to Zhang Zhong, and said earnestly, "Dad, help me take care of the little rabbit!"

"Roger that!"

After Pengpeng followed Xu Yuhan, Zhang Zhong went to rest and sat down. The parent next to him took a look at him and started playing with his phone again.

Zhang Zhong has no interest in mobile phones, and his mobile phone can't play anything except greedy snakes, so he looked at this studio out of boredom.

There are five children in class, and they are all drawing something by themselves without a teacher to teach them.

The size of the studio is only forty to fifty square meters. It is estimated that Ms. Xu is a teacher and the boss. She looks like she just graduated from university.

The experience class only charges ten yuan for materials, which should be a bit of a loss.

However, generally slightly larger studios usually have 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 friendly, not to mention the level of painting, it is very important to teach children the affinity for art.

After sitting in the rest area for more than an hour, Pengpeng bounced over with a painting, "Dad, Dad, look at my painting."

Zhang Zhong took the painting with a smile, and it showed a meadow and a cow?

He wasn't sure if it was a cow or a sheep, Peng Peng was obviously following the route 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?"

"Stupid! Didn't Dad see the big sun in the sky? It must be very hot for Niu Niu to take a walk, you're sweating."

Zhang Zhong knew what it means to sweat profusely today.

"Pengpeng 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."

The corners of Zhang Zhong's mouth twitched. Although he understood her desire to sell the course, he was very talented and couldn't say it casually.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm not flattering. Pengpeng is really talented. Don't look at her poor line drawing, but the colors are very accurate. Obviously she has an extraordinary talent in color."

After Xu Yuhan said this, Zhang Zhong looked at the painting again, and really felt what she said, although the lines on the painting are poor, the coloring is very spiritual.

What a professional sees is really different from what a layman like himself sees.

Pengpeng doesn't know what color lines are, anyway, I only know that I draw very well, and my small face looks like a bright flower.

"Pengpeng is really amazing." This time Zhang Zhong praised sincerely, and he was also happy in his heart. Who doesn't want their children to be talented?

"Mr. Zhang, if you want to paint in the future, you can still come here. If you want to study, you can also sign up for classes. The fees here are still very reasonable." Xu Yuhan hit the railway while it was hot.

In fact, Zhang Zhong also wanted to report to Pengpeng, but he knew that the current economy did not allow it, so he said with a smile, "I'm sorry to trouble you today, Ms. Xu, but it's a little inconvenient during this time. If we want to do this later, I will definitely find you."

This is his real thought. He really plans to take Pengpeng to enroll in a class after the manuscript fee is paid next month. The little girl seems to like painting very much, and this Miss Xu and this studio give him a very good impression. good.

But to Xu Yuhan's ears, this is a standard rejection word, and people who say this generally never come again.

She was a little disappointed in her heart, but she still smiled on the surface, "It's okay, if you want to come here at any time, Peng Peng is really talented."

　The role of Peng Peng has been added, everyone can like it

　　
　
(End of this chapter)