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Fang Chen was completely speechless.

It is not a train of thought and cannot be communicated at all.

When a scholar meets a soldier, there is no rational explanation. This is probably what I'm talking about.

I just want to know the whereabouts of the painting.

But after all, why do I no longer know how to be a teacher or care about students?

Fang Chen hated himself for being so incompetent.

If you lose your own painting, you will lose it.

If a student's painting is lost, how can I explain it to the student?

Suddenly I remembered some details from the end of last semester. Several people had paintings on their desks, and they hurriedly covered them for fear that Fang Chen would see them. To be sure, the painting is in their hands, but they will never get it back alive or dead. I wonder what they want to do with these paintings.

Fang Chen is an incompetent and face-saving person. Perhaps, there are very few such people nowadays. But there are still many such people in her age group.

In fact, saving face is nothing more than being responsible to others and yourself. Even if you feel wronged, you must do your part well so that others cannot find fault!

You can ignore your own affairs, but you cannot ignore others' affairs.

In the past, when a student's painting was lost during an exhibition, Fang Chen compensated the student by carefully altering the painting. This time, there was nothing he could do, so Fang Chen had no choice but to repeat his old tricks.

During the second class, I simply told the students that after the holiday, they probably wouldn’t be able to get their paintings back. Half of the students were disappointed. They were all good at drawing. The other half of the students thought that if they lost it, they would just throw it away, so as to save me from losing it myself, and they had an indifferent attitude.

"However, I will help everyone draw better paintings, so that every piece of homework can be sublimated into a work, so that the exercises this semester will far exceed the exercises last semester."

The students looked doubtful or surprised.

"You will know the specific method later." Fang Chen continued.

Jianjian's violin lessons also started.

One class lasts for a total of one hour and takes place once a week.

It’s a one-to-five course. That is, one teacher teaches five children at the same time.

The teacher first sets the rules and makes requirements.

Each child's fingers were examined one by one. The children's fingers were, without exception, unqualified. The fingertips are required to be flat and the nails must be cut very short to facilitate the correct pressing of the strings.

I talked about the "Fundamentals of Music Theory" and staff notation textbooks that I wanted to buy.

Only then did the children take out the piano.

The teacher talked about how to learn the violin. It’s nothing more than observing more and practicing more. Then we focused on teaching how to hold the piano, how to hold the bow, and basic open string drawing methods.

Because the stupid bird flew first, I practiced for a while during the winter vacation. I played the open string well and was praised by the teacher.

After listening for a while, Fang Chen hid behind.

Jian Jian playing the open strings alone is already very difficult to listen to.

Five kids playing the open strings together would be awfully unpleasant.

Hiding in the corridor, the sound of the piano was still harsh, so Fang Chen simply walked out of the building.

Outside, the sun was so bright that I couldn't even keep my eyes open.

There were bursts of whistles in the air.

After adapting for a while, Fang Chen slowly opened his eyes and looked up.

In the blue sky, under the white clouds, a group of happy homing pigeons flew so freely, their strong figures broke through the sky. The powerful wings cut through the air, and the whistle of joy echoed in the air. The white feathers shine like snow in the sun, and the black tail adds a bit of heroism.

The pigeons flew over, leaving a shadow of joy on the ground.

Suddenly, the jubilant shadow was taken away again and thrown forward. The shadows quickly stirred up the dazzling light, sunlight, and light waves echoed erratically. The carrier pigeon is flying vigorously, round and round, without fatigue.

get out of class is over for the children who are learning the piano. They are like the flock of homing pigeons, tireless, excited and happy.

Jianjian ran over and looked at his son. He seemed to be much more handsome!

Sure enough, learning the violin can improve your appearance!