Did Lowes succeed today? [Comprehensive British and American]

In the tail of the 90s, Lowes was stuffed into preschool by the unwilling Starks.

They insisted that if Lowes was in there for a few months, they would know he shouldn't be in preschool.

But Lowes is very comfortable in preschool.

His favorite class is not math or science, but art class.Of course, his worst performance was also art class.

This made the Starks feel a lot better.They were all waiting for Lowes to surrender to science.

Rogers didn't have this worry at all, but at some point he would fall into a very helpless mood.

For example, when Lowes taught himself a small class in the orphanage for his own art class.

"Just use the proportion of the still life on your finger to roughly measure it." Rogers scratched his head.

Louas, who was holding a tape measure in his hand, frowned, "How accurate is it?"

Rogers... "Or, you can measure it."

Lowes leaned over with a small book and a tape measure and began to measure the length, width, height and diameter.

Rogers...Erth, with a strong spirit of precision.

Lowes circled around the pile of still lifes, memorized all the data, and walked back to his canvas.

The painting supplies were all provided by Jason. He seemed to think that painting could show Lowes' inner world more intuitively.

Rogers sighed, squatted beside the picture frame, and began to simply match colors in his mind.

Hmm... color scheme?Why does he color it?Was he a painter before?Rogers was suddenly blessed.

"Erth, do you know..." Rogers said.

Lowes took a brush to paint on the drawing board, and looked up when he heard him say, "Huh?"

Rogers shut up.Obviously, he has decided not to think about what he was like before.

He wants to guard Erth.

"Do you know how to color grade?" Rogers changed the subject.

Lowes calculated the proportions of the three primary colors in his mind, turned the small stool to one side, and began to focus on the color palette.

Rogers glanced at the currently blank canvas.It's okay, this kid is used to getting everything ready before doing it.is a good one.

If it was him, he should have finished drawing the apple by now.

Lowes spread out the paint, mentally calculated the proportions, and spent about a morning mixing all the colors he needed.Rogers wanted to kneel for him.

"How did you do that?" Rogers looked at the pile of still lifes, then at the colors Lowes had placed in the bottom row of the palette.

"Do you want to hear it?" Lowes tilted his head.

Rogers stared into his eyes, struggling violently between nodding and shaking his head.He had experience with this before. Once Lowes explained the four-dimensional to him, and they spent a whole day in grinding.

Lowes was finally unable to speak.

But he didn't allow Rogers to be perfunctory, because he would ask questions.

This kid actually wants to ask himself a question! !

Rogers hummed, but when it comes to children, adults can't be cowardly, "No need. Let's start drawing..."

Lowes snorted and turned to look at the canvas.

Rogers... But when it comes to Lowes, you should be cowardly when you should.

Lowes picked up a row of sharpened pencils from the side and frowned.

Rogers... "Is there anything wrong?"

"The canvas isn't big enough." Lowes sighed, and put down the modeling pencil again.

Rogers... Maybe Erce really studied science, or mechanical engineering would be better.

Thinking of this, Rogers still didn't urge Lowes to start.Children, please be pampered.

Especially Erth, who can't be spoiled no matter how much he spoils.It's just that the color that has just been adjusted will probably be... Rogers looked at the drawing board.

After drawing more, Lowes may not be so rigid.

In the end, Lowes straightened his short legs and carried over an oversized picture frame.

Rogers looked terrified.

After moving the things into place, Lowes wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I need to buy wooden sticks and saws."

"Huh? Why? Do you want to make sculptures?" Rogers actually thought it was a good idea.

"The size of this picture frame is a bit small." Lowes frowned, "I still need to calculate the proportion."

Rogers... "You want to make your own frame."

"Yeah." Lowes moved the frame to the shelf.

Rogers is seriously thinking whether he has spoiled this child too much?When and where did he get these habits?

Lowes took a look at the paint that was already a bit lacking in moisture, and decided to fix the canvas first next time, and the palette last.

Or take some time to make a common color palette.This saves you the step of having to remember all the ratios yourself.

Rogers sighed, already planning to spend time with him on preparations.

But instead of doing anything else this time, Lowes actually picked up a pencil and started laying.

Rogers breathed a sigh of relief.

His first stroke was the side of a pot-bellied bottle, and Rogers held back for a while, but couldn't hold back.Under the pit, there was a constant fluttering sound.

Lowes stared at the twisted and thick black caterpillar on the canvas, his arms froze in mid-air, motionless.

Rogers turned his back, shaking all over.

Lowes narrowed his eyes.

"...No, cough, it's okay, we, um, what, we can take our time." Rogers took a deep breath and stammered.

Lowes lowered his arm and glanced at him, Rogers... "Hahahahahaha——"

Lowes smacked his lips, turned his head to look at his canvas, dropped the pen, and sat on the bench, resting his cheeks.

Rogers panicked, "Well, let's learn sketching first. I will teach you better than your preschool teacher."

Lowes raised his hand to signal him not to speak.

Rogers couldn't help laughing, "Erth, we always have shortcomings. How about you take a look at the books Tony sent?"

Advanced mathematics, mechanical engineering... I just went through it once with Lowes, and my eyes are full of circles.

Lowes was still staring at the canvas.This is not right.

When Rogers first learned to draw, it was very simple.

Lowes started nibbling his fingers.

Rogers hadn't seen him in this habit for a long time.When I was a child, I gnawed my feet, but now I start to gnaw my fingers when I can't gnaw my feet.He sighed with a smile, and lightly embraced the thinking child from behind.

Erth knew more and more people, and they spent less and less time alone.

After all, they always thought they couldn't leave Erce alone for too long.

But they didn't know he existed, and they didn't deliberately crowd out his time.

Moved by his heart, Rogers buried his head and kissed the top of Erth's head.How good is the child now~ so good.

Louas stood up abruptly and walked indoors.

Rogers followed curiously, only to find him knocking on the door of the older children, asking for paper and pencils.Put aside the data you just recorded, and start doing math on a blank sheet of paper.

Rogers...well, there's nothing he can do about it.

Lowes wrote, drew, drew and calculated for a long time, and Rogers went out for a walk in the middle.Then I looked at the lonely easel, which was both fun and a pity.

Erce should go to study science as expected.

Science, technology and literature and art are interlaced like mountains.

Lowes didn't stop his calculations during the meal, and Rogers could understand some of them at first, but in the end those functions were just letters and symbols in his eyes.

It was not difficult for him to ask Lowes to set him an automatic page-turning e-book, and he went to read it.

Lowes took a moment to think about it, um, he seems to have forgotten to tell Rogers something very important.

But...well, forget it, let's talk about it when it's done.

The author has something to say: All the operations [painting or other] in the article are all up to me, but if there are big guys who want to practice, I am also curious about the effect [cover mouth

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