The promise of slow wear for the rest of your life

Yao Dahai continued: "Do you know why he has no courage?"

Arnold made a guess casually: "Because of timidity?"

"No, he's quite courageous." Yao Dahai shook his head in denial, and said to himself, "Actually, it's because he admired the woodcarving room so much that he turned the woodcarver he wanted to learn from into a god."

"He just thinks that if the woodcarver is the cloud in the sky, he himself is the mud on the ground, and he is completely incomparable with others. If he doesn't know anything, and he doesn't know the basics of woodcarving, he will take the liberty to find someone else to learn from him. , people will definitely look down on him and eventually reject him. He is too afraid of being rejected, so he has been afraid to go to others."

Anol, who has never admired anyone before, couldn't understand and said: "But if he knows everything, wouldn't it be meaningless to be a teacher?"

"Yeah, I think so too." Yao Dahai finally got to the point: "You want me to agree to your invitation to participate in the filming of your program, right?"

"Yes." After finally getting to the point, Anol couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"It's not impossible for me to agree to your invitation." After Yao Dahai finished speaking, he deliberately paused until the listener's appetite was whetted, and then continued: "As long as you can draw a picture in front of my second boy A sugar painting. Then, no matter what kind of sugar painting you draw, I promise you to participate in the filming of your show."

That's it?Anol was stunned for a moment, and after returning to his senses in a blink of an eye, he immediately nodded in response: "Okay, I promise you, we've made a deal."

At the same time, a shout suddenly came from a distance: "Dad! Don't embarrass Senior Yu!"

Yao Dahai ignored the yelling, and also ignored the young man who was running in their direction, only looked at Anol with a satisfied expression, and said, "It's a deal."

Arnold turned his head and glanced. The appearance of the young man who was getting closer and closer to them vaguely guessed the identity of the other party.

After turning around, he asked, "When will you draw?"

Yao Dahai said: "It's better to be early than to be coincidental. That's my second boy. He happened to be here, so let's draw now. Just borrow the tools from that family, and I'll talk about it."

Arnold glanced at the sugar pot stall he was pointing at, and responded readily, "Okay."

Seeing this development, the audience in the live broadcast room were all stunned.

Yao Dahai raised his foot and walked towards the stall.

Arnold and Feng Yilin followed closely behind.

Seeing this, Yao Xiaochuan, the second son of Yao Dahai's family, immediately ran faster.

Unfortunately, he was one step too late in the end.

By the time he ran to them, Yao Dahai had already borrowed tools from the stall owner, and Anol had already picked up the sugar spoon and stood in front of the sugar drawing board.

Before starting the painting, Arnold copied it carefully, inch by inch, with his eyes, and sealed the finished sugar painting in Yilin's hand.

Then he closed his eyes slightly, and copied it repeatedly in his mind for nearly 3 minutes.

In the end, he also carefully recalled the key points of sugar painting skills described in the sugar painting related books he had read before, and the whole process of Yao Dahai's previous painting of this sugar painting.

About 5 minutes later, Arnold opened his eyes, took a spoonful of melted syrup, suspended above the drawing board, and tilted slightly.

A thin wisp of the slightly too-brown syrup flowed out and fell on the drawing board.

Arnold didn't shake his hands or arms, his wrists moved with his heart, and he started to draw like a model.

Along with that wisp of slightly too browned syrup, it meanders across the drawing board.

Whether it was Yao Dahai who was at the scene, the owner of the sugar painting stall, or Yao Xiaochuan who was out of breath, or the audience in the live broadcast room, all of them involuntarily widened their eyes and their faces were full of shock.

Even Feng Yilin, who thought he already knew a little about Anol, was no exception, looking at the sugar painting gradually taking shape on the drawing board, his eyes were full of astonishment.

After finishing the sugar painting in one go, Arnold waited for a while, and then glued a wooden stick on it at the right time.

After the sugar painting was finalized, Arnold took the sugar shovel and scooped it up carefully.

Then he picked up the sugar painting, handed it to Yao Dahai, and said, "It's a shame. Do you think it's okay?"

Yao Dahai looked at the sugar painting drawn by Arnold in front of him, and then turned his head to look at the sugar painting Feng Yilin was holding.

He could tell at a glance that the two sugar paintings, except for the different colors and the thick and uneven lines of the syrup painted by Arnold, no matter the size or shape, or the more detailed The direction of the lines is exactly the same as the one he drew himself, exactly.

Coming to this conclusion, Yao Dahai's face was extremely shocked, his lips trembled for a long time but he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

The audience in the live broadcast room were completely crazy at this time.

The barrage area was full of exclamation marks expressing shock.

Under the camera, Yao Xiaochuan was both shocked and excited, and asked incoherently, "Senior Yu, have you ever learned sugar painting before? When did you learn it? How many years have you learned it?"

"I haven't learned it before." Anol shook his head and said truthfully: "If you insist on learning, it can only be regarded as learning today, and it may be less than a day after learning."

After answering the question asked by Yao Xiaochuan, Arnold turned his eyes to Yao Dahai and said, "Forgive me, Mr. Yao. This is the first time I draw a sugar painting. I can't draw it and I don't know how to draw anything else. I hope you don't mind the reproduction of this painting."

"No, I don't mind." Yao Dahai came back to his senses, and opened his mouth to ask, "You really haven't learned sugar painting before? Is this really the first time you have painted sugar painting yourself?"

Arnold said: "Yes. Before that, I had never been exposed to sugar painting, let alone painted by myself."

Yao Dahai felt very regretful: "It is the first time I can draw such a sugar painting. This talent is so high. You should learn sugar painting, what kind of wood carving! What a pity!!! If you want to If you learn sugar painting, you will definitely be better than me in a few years!"

Arnold smiled, and said very modestly: "You are absurd. I am just better at imitating paintings. If I didn't have the sugar painting you drew as a reference, I would definitely not be able to draw this sugar painting."

"Even if you are only good at imitation painting, that is an extremely great talent. You are too modest." At this time, Yao Dahai could no longer remember the original intention of letting Arnold draw sugar paintings, and he was only amazed and regretful in his heart.

He couldn't remember it, but Arnold couldn't forget it.

After casually handing the sugar painting to Feng Yilin, Arnold released the anti-peeping mode of the optical brain projection screen, then clicked on the electronic version of the contract sent in advance by the program group, displayed it in front of Yao Dahai, and said, "Mr. According to your request, I drew this sugar painting in front of your second boy. Look, when will you be able to sign this contract?"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yao Dahai couldn't do anything that would be contradictory.

He originally wanted to draw Anor down from the altar by drawing sugar paintings, so that his second boy could see clearly with his own eyes that the person he wanted to learn as a teacher was not a god, but an ordinary person who was capable and incapable just like everyone else. Unexpectedly, stealing the chicken did not lose the rice, but pushed the opponent even higher.

Speaking of this matter, he was wrong. If he can be honest and stick to his original idea, if he doesn't appear on the show, he won't be on the show.

However, he still couldn't resist his selfishness after all, and let a love for his son overcome everything.

When the matter developed to this point, it would be absolutely false to say that Yao Dahai didn't regret it at all.

It's a pity, it's too late to regret.

Although he failed to achieve the purpose of asking Arnold to paint sugar paintings, he still fulfilled the agreement and signed the contract on the spot.

Arnold sent his signed contract to the program team, and the program staff would naturally contact Yao Dahai to further inform him of the start date of the next program.

After finishing this business, Arnold then allocated his energy to deal with other issues.

The smart live camera that followed him and Feng Yilin was still shooting.

Arnold looked at the young man with good facial features, clear eyes, and face full of admiration, and asked with a smile: "I heard you called me Senior Yu just now, so you are also studying at Yuncheng Art Academy student?"

Yao Xiaochuan nodded excitedly: "Yes, Senior Yu, my name is Yao Xiaochuan, I am a junior this year, and I will enter school one year later than you."

Arnold asked further: "You also majored in sculpture?"

Yao Xiaochuan nodded again: "Yes."

Hearing the words and seeing this, Anol already guessed who he wanted to worship as his teacher. After all, Yao Dahai had revealed enough clues before.

After figuring out the school he attended, even a fool with no brains should be able to figure out the real answer to this question.

What's more, Arnold is neither foolish nor stupid.

Thinking of this, Arnold stopped going around in circles with him, and asked him directly: "To what extent have you learned wood carving techniques? Have you brought your work with you? The picture of the work is also fine?"

Yao Xiaochuan realized something, and stammered: "No... I didn't bring any works, only pictures, do you want to see it?"

Anol nodded and said, "Well, can I see it?"

"Yes, yes, please wait a moment." Yao Xiaochuan hastily turned on the optical brain projection screen and clicked on the photo album, displaying pictures of his works in front of Arnold.

Arnold looked carefully for a while, and from the first woodcarving picture he carved, he carefully saw the picture of his latest carving.

After reading it, Arnold already had a decision in his heart.

Generally speaking, Yao Xiaochuan's recent woodcarving works have gradually broken away from the rough and rough image of the first semester, and can be regarded as woodcarving works with divine form.

Moreover, there are a large number of those works pictures, and the time interval between the shooting of each work picture is not too long.

From this, it can be seen that the other party is very diligent, and is also learning woodcarving very hard, and even his talent is by no means bad.

Moreover, the look of love in the eyes of the other party looking at his own woodcarving work cannot be faked.

Looking at his eyes, Arnold unexpectedly thought of his former cheap nephew—Elligert, who was also a fan of wood carving.

Because of this, Anol couldn't help feeling more pleasing to the eye when he looked at Yao Xiaochuan.