On how to develop natural stamina

This day, Xiaobao and his son were invited to go to the library. When Qin Yao and his son arrived at the library, they saw this picture.

The sun shines through the glass and under the floor-to-ceiling windows. A young man is sitting on it. His upper body is a loose light gray and white striped pullover sweater. The sleeves are rolled up to his arms, revealing a thin white arm. He is holding a book in his hand. He is slender. His fingers could tell that his joints were strong, and he was wearing a pair of beige casual sports pants. He was sitting there with his legs half crossed and his feet bare.As if he saw something interesting, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his brows and eyes were relaxed with a smile...

Subconsciously looking for the baby, not far away, the little guy is holding a picture book, sitting directly on the ground, reading with relish.

Qin Ziyue also chose a book and sat next to Bao Bao to read together, while Qin Yao sat next to Xiao Bao.

"I seem to be in a good mood today."

Looking up at Qin Yao, Xiao Bao closed the book and said with a smile, "You are here."

"Recently, you seem to have something on your mind, and you have been lacking energy. What happened?" Qin Yao asked tentatively.

"Well, I'm a little troubled." Tang Xiaobao smiled embarrassedly: "You can see it."

Zheng Bin then said, "Maybe if you tell me, I can help you figure out a solution?"

Xiao Bao joked and shook his head.Seeing that Xiaobao didn't intend to continue, Zheng Bin continued: "I see that you usually like to draw something, and it feels pretty good. Are you interested in cultivating it and developing it into illustration?" Qin Yao looked at Xiaobao, After listening to Qin Yao's words, Xiaobao's eyes really lit up, and he asked, "Can I?" Remembering when Tang's mother said that painting is not a proper job, and even tore up his picture book when she was a child, Xiaobao broke the eclipse and focused on read.I don't want to be mentioned by Qin Yao again today, so I am naturally interested.

"Isn't it too late to learn now?" Qin Yao didn't let go of the flash of light in Xiaobao's eyes just now, and continued: "You know Master Qi Baishi, he cut firewood, herded cattle, and farmed before he was 12 years old, what? I have done all the work. I learned carpentry at the age of 12, and later learned carpentry. I didn’t start to formally learn painting until I was 27. I didn’t break through the style of painting until I was 56. You are still young. As long as you want to learn, you can’t count at any time. It's too late." Looking at Xiaobao who was obviously a little excited, Qin Yao said again: "I see that you have been depressed recently, why not start learning painting systematically, I can introduce you to a teacher of painting, so that you can get busy and live a better life. It will also be more fulfilling. How about my proposal?"

Xiaobao is grateful for Qin Yao's sincere suggestion.

In the following days, apart from chatting with Zheng Bin on WeChat, he gradually became busy.Because it was still summer vacation, Xiaobao arranged a very tight schedule for himself.

I spend several hours practicing drawing continuously every day.Every weekend for two full days, I go to study at a teacher's house recommended by Zheng Bin, and Zheng Bin will come to pick up the baby and go to his house to play.Under Father Zheng's nose, the two hardly met each other.

Father Zheng saw that the two children were not tired of being together for such a long time, so he relaxed a little, and he would not take his anger on the baby. He still liked the obedient Tang Baobao very much in his heart.

From sketch to gouache, Xiaobao has made great progress, and will take pictures of his paintings for Zheng Bin to see every day.

"Does it look good? This sketch is the sixth one I have drawn. The teacher said that my foundation is relatively solid."

"The painting is so beautiful. I didn't expect my Jiabao to be so capable. Kiss me!"

"[Shy] This gouache, the teacher helped me modify it. I think it looks pretty."

"Well, it's getting better and better. I can tell what you drew. Haha"

Ignoring Zheng Bin's ridicule, when he first started painting gouache, Zheng Bin couldn't guess what the painting was after looking at the photos for a long time.

The more pure a person is in learning this kind of thing, the more he can make rapid progress in a certain field he likes.

In a blink of an eye, it's the day when school starts.

The opening ceremony of the new semester is a little different this year. In response to the call of the Education Commission for quality education, in terms of foreign language learning, a new foreign teacher was hired in the grade.

When Xiaobao was cleaning in the office, someone behind him patted him on the shoulder, "Hi! Hello!" The sentence was not very standard Chinese. Xiaobao hurriedly looked back, only to see the new foreign teacher looking at him with a smile, Xiaobao Also nodded with a smile: "Hello."

Danny seemed to be racking his brains to figure out how to express himself. His expression reminded Xiaobao of the way Daniel introduced himself at the opening ceremony, with mixed Chinese and English and gestures with his hands.Can't help laughing: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Daniel seemed to be trying to sort out the sentence, and said: "Ah! Mr. Tang, I just arrived in China and I want to invite everyone to dinner. You will come tonight, it is a deal!"

Tang Xiaobao agreed with a smile, then bowed his head and sent a message to Zheng Bin.

"A new colleague came here today, and there is a dinner party tonight, so please take care of the baby. :)"

"[Kiss] Okay. You should come back soon too."

"OK."

**

After school started, Xiaobao adjusted the time to go to the teacher's house to study painting for one and a half days on weekends. The rest of the time was self-study, and he took the paintings to the teacher for comments.

This day the baby was picked up by Zeng Shan to play, and Xiaobao practiced drawing quietly at home.

The doorbell rang suddenly.

Opening the door, a middle-aged woman was outside, carrying a satchel in her hand, wearing a white sweater as a base layer, a royal blue skirt, and a thick-knit jacket of the same color. Angrily, "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

"Hello, are you Tang Xiaobao?" The woman smiled gracefully, "I still met you when you were a child. I am Zheng Bin's mother."

"Ah—ah, hello, auntie!" Xiaobao hurriedly found a pair of slippers and put them at Mama Zheng's feet, "Auntie, please come in."

Mama Zheng thanked her with a smile, "I'm sorry to interrupt you suddenly."

"No, auntie, sit down, and I'll pour you a glass of water." Xiaobao hurried to the kitchen to find a water glass for guests. "Would you like some tea?"

"Xiaobao, don't bother, just boiled water will do." Zheng's mother looked around, "Are you drawing?"

Zheng's mother approached the easel, looked at the half-finished work on the drawing paper, "The painting is really good, I have learned it specially." She sat on the sofa, and Xiaobao put the teacup on the coffee table.Sit upright on one side.

Zheng's mother looked at Xiaobao and smiled, "Don't be nervous. Speaking of which, I left Zheng Bin very early and didn't take much care of his studies and life." , used to thinking independently and respecting everyone's choice, she really doesn't know how to interfere with the emotional problems of the younger generation.

Just after getting off the plane yesterday, she chatted with Zheng Bin for a long time. She found that her son had grown up, and his plans for the future were not impulsive. She had no way to change her son's decision, so she came to Tang Xiaobao for the next best thing.

But seeing Tang Xiaobao like this, Zheng's mother couldn't speak any words of blame at all.

"Auntie, don't say that. Zheng Bin's good learning conditions are inseparable from your support." Xiaobao's nervousness eased a little, "And Zheng Bin is very good. After several years abroad, he started his own business. The company It's very impressive..." Tang Xiaobao smiled proudly when he talked about Zheng Bin.

Looking at the radiant Tang Xiaobao, Zheng's mother sighed in her heart, it would be great if this Tang Xiaobao was a girl.

Later, Xiaobao and Zheng's mother talked about painting and the baby's education. Zheng's mother also talked about her life abroad, and invited Xiaobao to go abroad if she had the opportunity, which would be more beneficial to painting.

While chatting vigorously, the door was suddenly opened. Zheng Bin hadn't come to Xiaobao's house for a long time. Today, he came here to escort him because he was afraid of Zheng's mother's censure.