[Full-time] The oil painting version of Huang Shaotian is so handsome

A group of people ate and drank well, and set off on their way home with their shoulders crossed, ready to welcome the summer break that belonged to Blue Rain.

After helping grandma clean up the messy house, Huang Shaotian rolled over and got on the bed.After winning the championship last night, he was so excited that he didn't sleep the whole night. In addition, he had a whole night of bragging with them today.

He thought with all his heart that he could finally sleep until he woke up naturally, without any strange people disturbing his clear dream.

As a result, early the next morning, a series of fatal calls woke him up from his sleep.When he picked up the phone, he wanted to make a long speech to ask why the other party disturbed his sleep, but when he saw the name of that person, he instantly woke up.

"Hey, Shaotian, are you free? How about coming to my place to help take care of the child?" The other party was extremely lazy, as if he had just woken up.

"Auntie, your nephew just won the Glory Championship a few days ago! The first thing you said to me was to let me take care of the baby? Don't you have anything else to say?" The person on the other end of the phone was His aunt Yang Chuan, Huang Shaotian was quite afraid of her when he was a child, but as he grew older, his relationship with his aunt became closer.

"Okay, okay, then congratulations on winning the championship." The aunt said listlessly.

"Perfunctory! I fought so long to win a championship, you can't,"

"Shut up, brat, I'll open a dyeing workshop as soon as I give you some color, why don't you hurry up and come over to work!" After speaking, before Huang Shaotian could reply, he hung up the phone.

Of course, it was impossible for Huang Shaotian to say no to his aunt, after all, it was his aunt who pushed through all the arguments to make him able to play Glory.It is also for this reason that since the opening of his aunt's cram school, no matter whether it is spring, summer, autumn, winter, cold wind or hot summer, as long as it is a holiday, as long as his aunt has something to do, Huang Shaotian will be there on call.

The little kids in the cram school are big as little ghosts, and they specially pick on those soft-tempered teachers to bully them, and when they meet some hard-tempered teachers, they will behave very well.A teacher with a tough style like my aunt is very easy to manage the children. When a bunch of little ghosts see her, they are as honest as a mouse seeing a cat.

But what about those docile teachers?It's definitely not realistic to let their girls who just graduated from college yell at people.

At that time, Huang Shaotian happened to come to help my aunt carry the textbooks, relying on his eloquence, he frightened the children for a while.In just a few days, I became one with those primary school students.Especially the mischievous children inside called him respectful, calling "Boss Huang" whenever they got the chance, and yelling all day long, saying that only Boss Huang is right.

My aunt looked very satisfied, so with a big wave of her hand, she offered Huang Shaotian a salary as a teaching assistant, letting him accompany her younger brothers to class every day.

When Huang Shaotian heard the news, tears streamed down his face.He originally wanted to help his aunt move the books and register the student roster, and then go to the office to play Glory, but now he has become a teaching assistant for no reason, and the game can no longer be played, which is really sad.

Although it was sad, he could not say no to his aunt, nor could he say no to his cooperating teachers and his younger brothers.

The teacher Wen he is working with today is a gentle Jiangnan girl who can pinch water. She is good at painting oil paintings. She teaches Chinese in a cram school and occasionally teaches art part-time.Teacher Wen and his aunt are college classmates, and they are old acquaintances with Huang Shaotian, and they even asked him to be their model before.

The first section was Chinese. Probably because it was still early, there were only a few children in the class.

Teacher Wen had already been sitting in front of the podium and started sorting out the lesson plans. When he saw Huang Shaotian coming, he nodded to him: "Shaotian came so early. I heard that you won the championship the day before yesterday. Congratulations."

"Sister Wen, you are the best for me. My aunt told me dryly 'Congratulations on winning the championship' to me in the morning, and then urged me to come to work as soon as possible. You didn't say too much." Huang Shaotian complained. My aunt, but I don't know that the person I complained about has already come behind him.

"Praise you, you are not satisfied. If you don't praise you, you are not satisfied. What do you want?" The aunt sneered, and directly grabbed her nephew's ear: "If my mother hadn't supported you to play Glory, how would you Come champion?"

Several students in the classroom were already secretly laughing. Hearing the laughter, Huang Shaotian felt that his face was getting duller, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "It hurts, it hurts!!! My aunt, my best aunt in the world, this classroom There are still people here, save me some face!"

The aunt let go of her hand, with a look of disgust on her face: "Come with me to the office to carry out some paintings and hang them on the wall in the corridor."

Walking into the office, looking at the patterns on those picture frames, Huang Shaotian knew who made them.He really wanted to destroy one of the paintings, but his aunt watched eagerly from the side, so he had to carry these picture frames into the corridor.

Under the direction of his aunt, Huang Shaotian hung up those paintings one by one.Looking at those paintings full of innocence, he felt that this was simply a dark history that he could not bear to look back on.

"Look, this is the painting that the Juggernaut that Blue Rain's fans said he drew when he was young." My aunt stood in front of a painting and praised it.

In that painting, there are two children laughing with each other shoulder to shoulder. From a distance, the painting is actually pretty good, but the two protagonists are not good when viewed up close.The little boy with yellow hair in it is very good-looking, but the little girl standing next to him is drawn very ugly.People who don't know see this painting and think that the person who drew the little girl has a grudge against the little girl.

"That child Shi Yu drew you so beautifully, but you drew her like a ghost, are you embarrassed?" said the aunt.

"Auntie, don't bully me. You know my talent for painting. It would be nice if I could draw Shi Yu's appearance." After talking about it, Huang Shaotian himself became unconfident.

"So I know you're interested in painting, but it's a pity, it's too bad." Auntie shook her head.

Teacher Wen came out at some point, and couldn't help feeling emotional when he saw this painting: "Shi Yu doesn't know how he is doing abroad now, and it's really worrying to have such a mother around. "

The aunt agreed: "The child can't speak, and he looks so beautiful, it must be very dangerous outside."

The two were chatting in the corridor, and it was rare for Huang Shaotian to say nothing. He returned to the classroom silently, called the children, and prepared to wait for class.

He turned on the phone and looked at the message Mu Shiyu sent two years ago. She said that she didn't know what to do now.On the day I received the text message, I sent a series of questions, asking her what happened, but the other party did not reply after a long time.

Huang Shaotian thought she was busy, thinking that she might reply after a few days.

However, the news sent in the past fell silent, and the original letters sent in the past were returned, as if Mu Shiyu did not exist.