Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 46
After signing the contract, Zhang Zhong bought a set of painting tools for Peng Peng from Xu Yuhan, and Zhang Zhong bought a set of more than 300 yuan for Peng Peng.

The volume of this set of painting tools exceeds Zhang Zhong’s imagination, and Xu Yuhan said that there are more than 250 items in the box and frame set.

Peng Peng couldn't even lift a half-meter-long box.

Xu Yuhan helped her open the wooden box, and the little girl's eyes sparkled as if she saw a treasure.

Zhang Zhong glanced at it and nodded secretly. Teacher Xu is not exaggerating. There are probably 250 items in the box.

"This is an oil pastel, there are 45 pieces, there are eighteen colors of watercolor powder, 48 crayons, 24 colored pencils, 78 watercolor pens, rulers, erasers, pencil sharpeners..." Xu Yuhan gave them patiently Describe what's inside the box.

At this time, the little guy can't hear how many oil pastels, how many watercolor powders, all her attention is in this colorful area, touching this for a while, and touching that for a while.

"Father, are these all mine?" Pengpeng raised his head and asked Zhang Zhong.

Zhang Zhong smiled and said, "Well, it's all yours. When you're drawing for a while, you have to listen to Teacher Xu, you know?"

"Yeah." Pengpeng nodded heavily, then turned to look at Xu Yuhan, "Mr. Xu, what do I want to draw later?"

"Is there anything Pengpeng wants to draw?"

Pengpeng scratched his head and thought for a while, "Well, I want to draw Mao Mao, a little pig."

"The teacher doesn't know who Little Pig Maomao is, can Pengpeng tell me?"

"Little Pig Maomao is a pink pig. Its nose has two round holes, and its ears grow above its eyes." Pengpeng waved his hands and gestured on his head, "Also, it I can walk on two legs, my grandma said, the average pig can only walk on four legs, only Mao Mao can walk on two legs, Mr. Xu, do you think Mao Mao is good?"

"That's amazing. Let's draw Mao Mao today. Do you know what color Mao Mao is?"

"It's pink."

"Is its color here?" Xu Yuhan asked, pointing to the eighteen-color powder cake next to him.

Pengpeng looked at the powder cake and thought for a while, then pointed to the pink powder cake and said, "Here it is, the color of Mao Mao is here."

"And what about its eyes? Are they pink too?"

"No." Pengpeng shook his head, then pointed to the black powder, "Its eyes were black, like this."

"Is Mao Mao wearing any clothes?"

"Wear it and wear it..."

……

The teacher and the student asked and answered, all of which revolved around the color of the little pig Maomao. After the color was finished, Xu Yuhan took a piece of paper and gestured to Peng Peng, probably with Peng Peng looking for it. The characteristics of the little pig Maomao.

Zhang Zhong looked at Xu Yuhan's tutoring, and felt that the 1000 yuan was really worth it. He didn't understand art, and he had never seen other teachers teach children how to draw, but he felt that Xu Yuhan's way of slowly guiding children to draw The method of divergent thinking is very reliable.

Huahua Zhang Zhong couldn't get in his mouth, so he smiled and gestured to Xu Yuhan. Xu Yuhan smiled and nodded to reassure him, and he walked to the rest area.

After nine o'clock, the other two students who came to class also came, Xu Yuhan let Pengpeng draw by herself, and she began to teach the other two students.

Because there are very few students, Xu Yuhan's teaching method is very targeted. It is not to let all the students draw the same thing, but to let them develop freely.

The other two children, a boy and a girl, were brought by their mother. Zhang Zhong was a gay man and had nothing in common with them.

The two of them seemed to know each other, and they chatted as soon as they sat down in the rest area.

"Qiqi's mother, do you take your Qiqi home to paint?"

"Draw, why don't you draw? Her school has an art class, and she often has to draw, but most of them are drawn by me."

"My Ziyu, let alone painting, can't finish his homework every day. I teach him to do his homework every night and he is almost out of breath."

"Your husband won't help you?"

"Hey, don't talk about it, it's fine if he doesn't help. As soon as Ziyu came back, he was arguing to play a game with his dad. I dare not let Ziyu see his dad playing with his mobile phone. He played with his mobile phone last night. It's late, shouldn't I send the child here today?"

"A man with a child." The Qiqi mother shook her head, "That's climbing the stairs to pick up the stars - no head!"

While speaking, he glanced at Zhang Zhong again, probably feeling 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 on the wall. One of the paintings was obviously hung recently, because he hadn't seen it the last time he came.

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 brisk, and the scenery in the painting is also very simple, a country road, a Daiwa earthen house, and a blue field.

Zhang Chong doesn't know much about painting, but he has collected a lot of paintings. When he is rich, he always puts some elegant things in his home. He always buys expensive oil paintings. There are world famous paintings hanging everywhere in his home. Much more, it seems to have some artistic feeling.

When he looks at a painting, he never says whether he likes it or not. A painting is created by someone, and there is naturally something worth exploring in it. If there is something in the painter's inner world that can arouse your interest, then go in and have a look. Not interested at all, turned around and walked away, no one was in the way.

The painting on the wall aroused Zhang Zhong's interest, but it was only a little interest. After watching it for a quarter of an hour, he turned his eyes away from the painting.

However, the country road still did not disappear before Zhang Zhong's eyes. In the emerald green countryside, there seemed to be a few unknown birds spreading their wings and circling, and the sound of birdsong was faintly visible in his ears.

Make people relaxed and happy.

This is the charm of art, which cannot be explained clearly.

"father!"

The sound of birdsong suddenly disappeared, and the clear and clear cry of my daughter rang in my ears.

Zhang Zhong turned his head, and Peng Peng was standing in front of him with a smile on his face.

"I drew Mao Mao."

A pink pig in a big red dress...in fact, it would be more appropriate to call it a pig-headed man.

With a long nose, small eyes, and a big belly, it seems that Peng Peng is very good at artistic exaggeration, and the features of little pig Mao Mao are all magnified by her.

This is not a good-looking painting, but for a four-year-old child who is just learning to paint, it is not necessarily a good painting if it looks good.

Pengpeng is not even old enough to practice basic skills.Even Leonardo da Vinci started painting eggs at the age of five.

Besides, Leonardo da Vinci's painting of eggs is not necessarily a correct method.

　Thanks for the reward of [Moon Looking at the Starry Sky], how about tomorrow's three chapters?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)