House Dad’s Literary Life

Chapter 1003 Yang Yi scared the children (24)

At 4:50 pm on Friday, Yang Yi, like other parents who came to wait for their children to leave school, came to the door of Huijia Primary School early. However, Yang Yi was going up to instruct Xixi to paint today, so he didn't just wait at the school gate.

Yang Yi casually used an excuse to check in at the guard and walked in. Yang Yi was very familiar with Xixi's classroom, and he came to the teaching building where Xixi was located.

When Yang Yi arrived, the classroom was quiet and empty. But soon, as the bell rang, the entire campus seemed to be boiling. After a while, all corners of the campus were filled with all kinds of excited shouts.

The same is true in the teaching building of the first grade. Children who have just finished their interest courses quickly emerged in the corridor.

There are also those who pack their schoolbags before going to the hobby class, and go home directly after school, like Xixi sometimes does.

However, there are still many children who come back to the class and then go home. Some of them are still on duty to clean the classroom, so they hurried back, wanting to go home as soon as possible.

However, why is there an adult standing outside the classroom?

They first glanced at Yang Yi strangely, then lowered their voices, whispered, and ran to the back of the classroom to get brooms and garbage shovels.

Although they were curious about Yang Yi's identity, children of this age did not know Liang Jingru, nor did they have the courage to speak to unfamiliar adults.

Of course, they also don't remember seeing Xixi's father at the parent meeting last year. How can a child of this age remember these things?

Afraid of scaring these children, Yang Yi also wore an approachable smile and glanced at the children who ran by from time to time, looking forward to seeing the figure of the little girl he cared about soon.

Xiner, Xiner, we want to go up! We still have to paint, but we can't go home! Downstairs, a crisp cry mixed with the noise of many children was caught by Yang Yi, Yang Yi glanced at him, The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

Sure enough, after a while, Xixi and Lan Xin, two little girls who went to the library for reading lessons, ran up.

Baba! Xixi was surprised when she saw her father. The little girl never thought that her father would come up so early. She screamed, jumped up happily, and hugged her father hard.

Seeing Xixi and Lan Xin leading a tall and burly adult into the class, the young boys who were sweeping the floor suddenly widened their eyes and looked at Yang Yi with some fear.

When I took a glimpse outside, I didn't feel anything. When this adult walked into the classroom, under the small space, his tall and burly figure immediately gave these little boys a terrifying coercion!

They were as if the kitten had seen the big tiger, so they didn't dare to say a word...

In the middle of the classroom, there was a little girl who was packing her schoolbag. Seeing this situation, she ran over with a look of curiosity, leaned over to Xixi, and asked in a low voice, Xixi, who is this uncle?

This little girl seems to have a good relationship with Xixi.

This is my Baba! Xixi giggled, looking in a bright mood, and introduced herself, Baba, this is Yuqian, we are going to make a blackboard report together.

It turned out to be the little girl Du Yuqian.

Yang Yi smiled and nodded to her.

On the contrary, Du Yuqian was more surprised, her eyes widened, and she said in surprise, You are Xixi's father? The father who drew Tinkerbell?

Uh, there seems to be a logical problem with this question.

...

After talking politely for a while, Yang Yi was dragged to the back of the classroom by Xixi who couldn't wait. Xixi pointed to the big blackboard at the back and waited eagerly for her father to teach her how to draw Tinkerbell.

In the past week, Xixi and her friends have put a lot of effort into the blackboard newspaper!

Now, several areas have been planned on the blackboard, and they have been outlined with beautiful lace. At least in terms of design, Yang Yi thinks that these little girls are doing a good job!

In one of the areas, the content has already been filled in. It is estimated that it was a poem that Nan Zhaoyu helped to copy when Xixi painted Tinkerbell yesterday. Yang Yi glanced at it and found that Nan Zhaoyu's writing was not bad. The strokes are eloquent and powerful. Compared with his father, Nan Yiyun, a great calligrapher, there is still a big gap, but among these first-year children, he definitely stands out from the crowd!

And this poem is actually Long Song Xing, Yang Yi thinks the last two sentences are quite suitable for these children.

These patterns are all designed by you? The idea is very good! Separate the content so that the text will not look too messy, and it will be much more refreshing! Yang Yi smiled admiringly.

This is what Sister Xiaowei taught us. Many classes in the third grade draw like this! Xixi said, blinking her eyes.

This is what I drew. Du Yuqian couldn't help but interjected. She feinted in front of the blackboard with her small hand, jumped, and gestured to Yang Yi.

I also have paintings, I painted here. Seeing this, Lan Xin couldn't wait to take credit

You are all amazing! You did a great job! Yang Yi praised with a smile.

But it's really nice to have Tinkerbell! Xixi said sullenly, pouting her little mouth.

Dad, don't watch it! She's been waiting to draw Tinkerbell!

What Xixi painted yesterday, Xixi has already erased it, and now there is a big blank space in the middle of the blackboard. Xixi is eager to draw it as soon as possible, so that the little friends who laughed at her yesterday's ugly little friends can appreciate it. Impressed myself!

Come, come. Wait for Dad to get something! Yang Yi smiled and walked back to the podium.

How to teach Xixi to draw a Tinker Bell on a big blackboard? Yang Yi had already thought about this issue at home, and saw that he took the large wooden triangle ruler that the school gave to the teacher from the podium.

Seeing Yang Yi taking such a big stance, let alone Xixi, even Lan Xin came over to watch with a curious look, and Du Yuqian, Nan Zhaoyu who had just come to help, and several children followed Yang Yi behind.

Xixi, when you want to draw a picture on such a big blackboard, you must learn to compose the picture. Yang Yi pressed the triangle ruler on the blackboard for the blackboard newspaper, turned his face to the side, and said to Xixi with a smile , Think about how you can move this picture to this blackboard in the correct proportions.

Xixi couldn't understand these terms at all. She looked at her father in confusion, waiting for him to explain.

But fortunately, Xixi doesn't need to fully understand these truths. Soon, she saw that her father brought the original Tinkerbell she used for copying, and gestured and said to her: Look, this Tinkerbell, is it? The head is about the same proportion as the body? The head is a little bigger here, but it's not too big?

Xixi nodded lightly, she understood this.

I saw Yang Yi holding a triangle again, making gestures in the large blank space in the middle of the blackboard newspaper, holding a chalk and poking small dots and dotted lines on it.

We planned this area so that Tinkerbell's head can be drawn in this area. Of course, we have reserved a place for drawing the bamboo and dragonfly. In the following area, the body is drawn, and the space is similar to that of the head. When you are good at drawing, you can draw a little smaller.

A little dot, a dotted line, and after a while, she was engrossed in watching Xixi, who was operating Dad, and was surprised to see that there were blocks on the blackboard that could be filled into all parts of Tinkerbell. Dad seemed to break it down simply, He helped her break down the complicated drawings into simple parts!

Dad is awesome!

Xixi's eyes lit up, and she looked at her father with admiration.

Do you see it? Yang Yi turned his head and saw Xixi's appearance, and knew that his strategy had succeeded. He asked with a smile, Isn't it much easier to draw like this?

Xixi nodded her head happily.

However, Du Yuqian, Lan Xin, Nan Zhaoyu and the others, who had never watched their father's paintings as Xixi, were confused, shook their heads in confusion, and muttered, I can't see...

Also, these children don't know how to compose a picture at all. They don't know how to draw a complete shape step by step from starting the shape, framing the frame and drawing a complete shape step by step. Naturally, there is no way to see Yang Yi's seemingly messy little dots and curves. Looks like a ding dong.

It doesn't matter if you can't see it, Xixi will draw it later, and you will see the effect. Yang Yi comforted them with a smile.

Yang Yi moved over to an empty table and greeted, Come on, Xixi, it's time for you to paint!

Xixi is a little eager to try, and a little less confident. The little girl looks a little shy with her hands intertwined, her body twists in place, and she whispers coquettishly: Baba, do I paint it myself?

Yes, you can draw it yourself! But Dad is watching and will guide you to draw it completely. Don't worry! Yang Yi said encouragingly.

Hee hee, that's fine! When Xixi heard her father said that she would be there to guide her, she suddenly regained her confidence. She smiled sweetly and actively stretched out her two small arms.

Usually, she has to step on a stool to step on the table to paint. Now that her father is here, why does she need such trouble?

I saw Yang Yi stretched out his arms and hugged, the little girl was hugged like a princess, and flyed to the table like a cloud and mist.