[Comprehensive English and American] Teachers are not human beings

"It's just a hobby, not a skill for eating." While Sariel explained, he didn't miss the sight of the other party.

"I wonder if I'm lucky enough to have a look at that painting?" Kleist asked, pointing in the direction of Sally's luggage.

"This is just a doodle that was quickly completed in a short period of time. I think Mr. Holmes will be disappointed." Although Sariel said so, he still took the painting out of his luggage, "Just because I remembered An old friend of mine, so I drew it casually."

"This painting..." Kleist opened the scroll, and then looked at the painting in front of him seriously. Even with his experience, he really couldn't see any flaws in this painting, "This is really Did you draw it? No, it’s nothing to fake, it’s not innovative, and it’s not a school style. It’s just a well-behaved sketch, but the author’s basic skills are really sophisticated. I feel terrible. If it is not for the traces of charcoal, I almost think that this is not a drawing. Judging from the lines, there is no trace of copying..."

"It's nothing, it's just a hobby." Sariel said modestly.

"Mr. Carroll is too modest. Considering your age, having such basic skills is already very admirable. I think, as long as you give you a few more years of effort, you will definitely be able to create your own style. Haha , if I were a few years younger and went back to venture capital, maybe I would pay a lot of attention to you." Kleist's tone was very serious.

Sariel's attitude towards Kleist was a bit strange. Although Mr. Holmes was smiling at first, the atmosphere around him was a bit cold, as if he was thousands of miles away.But when the other party knew that he was a good "painter", he suddenly became intimate again, and he was very comfortable even making jokes.It seems that this gentleman especially likes the profession of painter.

"Uh... I'm sorry, did my attitude make you feel a little strange?" This Mr. Holmes is obviously the type who is very good at observing words and expressions. Even if Sariel didn't show anything strange, he has already noticed his own behavior. It can be called abnormal.

"In fact, our family has a close relationship with painters." Mr. Kleist explained with a smile, "My mother is a landscape painter and has achieved good results in this field. My mother taught me to be a painter since I was a child. Some skills in painting, and training me, I want to become a painter. Unfortunately, my talent in painting seems to be as rare as my father, we are all personalities who can't calm down and hold the brush. This made my mother regret it until her death."

Kleist said a lot in one breath, paused, and then continued: "Thinking of it this way, my mother should be very happy that her house is rented by a talented young painter like you, Mr. Carroll. This house I have not removed some of the things in the house, and there are some works of my mother hanging in the study and living room, as well as many books on painting, which I think are also useful to Mr. Carroll."

"Thank you, Mr. Kleist. In fact, you don't have to be so anxious. If you really don't want to rent out this house, I can find another place to live." Because of the other party's enthusiasm, Sariel missed just now That Mr. Holmes who is smiling and air-conditioning.Because judging from some of Sally's experiences, if someone who is not familiar with him shows such enthusiasm for him, he always feels that the other party will cause him trouble.

"This is so troublesome." Kleist has become the one who will never let go at the moment, he said with a warm smile, "Look, you have already brought your luggage here, how can I return it?" Let you go back with your luggage? You don’t need to look for other houses, just live here, I believe other places don’t have such good conditions.”

When it came to the conditions for renting a house, Sally began to hesitate, because the house in front of him and the neighborhood it was located in were very suitable for Sally's requirements for renting a house, and this Mr. Holmes was only a little enthusiastic. , does not necessarily really bring him any trouble? .Sariel struggled for a while, and finally nodded in agreement.As for the matter of the rental contract, of course, the people from the rental agency helped to resolve it together.

"Mr. Carroll, you are amazing! This Mr. Holmes is considered a regular client in our agency, but he has rejected many tenants so far. He has always been a client that has caused us a lot of headaches. I didn't expect you to It's really eye-opening to ask the other party to ask you to rent a house after coming here for a while!" Before leaving, the staff of the rental agency looked at Sariel gratefully and said.

"Thank you for today's work." Sariel expressed her gratitude to the staff member, and then hurriedly packed her luggage.Not for anything else, just because when the landlord left just now, he invited Sariel to his house for dinner.This is said to be because the landlord wanted to introduce Sally to his family.

Since the other party was not only his landlord but also his new neighbor, Sariel was naturally embarrassed to refuse.How to make life in the human world a little easier?Then do some things that human beings will do, and not do some things that human beings will not do. This is one of Sariel's policies in dealing with affairs.

After packing up his luggage, he visited the layout of his new residence. With extra time, Sariel took a brief tour of the community.Then Sariel knocked on the door of Holmes' house at the most appropriate time.

"Hello, I'm a new tenant next door." After seeing a charming lady who opened the door, Sariel introduced herself very politely.

"Oh, hello, I heard my husband talk about you. There are very few young people who are so punctual nowadays." It seemed that it was because of this reason or because of Sariel's appearance. Li Ye, a flash of appreciation flashed in his eyes. "My name is Sally Holmes, and I am the wife of Crest. I suppose you already know my eccentric husband."

"It turned out to be the landlady. It is my honor to have such a young and beautiful landlady. The blessing of Mr. Holmes is really enviable." Because Sally looked at her eyes just now, Sally guessed that the other party should be No matter what kind of compliment you like, maybe every word of this call has reached the heart of the other party, "Speaking of which, your name is somewhat similar to mine, maybe this is also a kind of fate, Mrs. Holmes."

"So I haven't asked your name yet."

"Sally Carroll, ma'am."

"What a coincidence!" Sally laughed very happily after hearing what Sally said, and chatted casually about hometown, relatives, etc., and then remembered to say, "Look, I I forgot to invite you in, come in quickly, there is no one else in our house, since you are the tenant next door, just treat this place as your home."

"Then I'm sorry to bother you."

After Sariel entered the house of the Holmes family, she found that the style of the house was somewhat retro, and it was furnished with various luxurious European-style furniture. People feel calm and stylish.These are very much in line with Kleist's feelings for Sally.

After following Sally into the restaurant, Sally saw that the food had been placed on the dining table. Judging from the dinner plate, it should be a dinner for five people.So Sariel began to guess, besides the Holmes couple and him, which two guests would be present?Although judging from the age of the Holmes couple, the answer to this question is simple.

"Micro, Sherlock! Don't always stay in the study growing mushrooms, come down to eat!"

Just when Sariye was guessing, Sally had already shouted in the direction of the stairs, and it was obviously the tone of a parent disciplining a child.

"Okay, Mom." The voice of a child who sounded very young came first. Although he obediently agreed, he waited for a while and didn't hear anything again.

"Mom, can't I eat upstairs? I'm so tired from walking around!" After a while, another sentence came from upstairs, this time the voice still belonged to the child, but it sounded more A little older than the kid just now.

"Micro, if you don't go down, it is estimated that during this holiday, your mother will report you to class again, and then you can only happily learn the things you hate the most...swimming, tennis and so on. "Although the child's voice has been lowered a lot, Sariel can still hear it clearly.

"I think you should be more clear about how many times I have successfully escaped such an arrangement, and I won't be afraid even if I do it again."

The two remaining participants in the dinner were, of course, the two sons of the Holmes family.However, in Sariel's view, these two children did not seem to be so easy.After the two children were finally carried downstairs by Sally, Sally felt this more intuitively.The two children are one big and one small. As the elder brother, Mycroft should be more than ten years old, and his figure is rounder than that of boys of the same age. It's the type that doesn't like to move.And the younger brother Sherlock next to Macro is about seven or eight years old, with curly hair and very cute.From the point of view of body shape, little Sherlock is much thinner than his elder brother. Although I don't know if he will be taller in the future, the child's current height is indeed a bit small.

If you say this, you may feel that the two children are quite different, but in fact, as long as Sariel looks into the eyes of the two, he will find that the two children are indeed brothers.Because their eyes are very sharp, and they are always looking around flexibly, as if they are thinking about something in their little heads every second.

"Who is this person?" Little Sherlock raised his head and looked at Sariel. At this moment, his expression should be said to be true that strangers should not enter.Sally felt that the doll in front of her didn't seem to like strangers at home, and she didn't even bother to give Sally a smile.

"Sherlock, don't be so rude." Kleist walked out of a room on the first floor, and then said to his young son, "This Mr. Carroll is a very good painter."

"It's a painter again." Mike Luo muttered in a low voice.Although he was not as indifferent as Sherlock, Macro never even glanced at Sariel from the beginning to the end.These two children are obviously repelling Sariel in their own way.

"Dad, is he really a painter? You have invited many painters back, but this one..." Sherlock stared at Sariel's hand suddenly, and said, "I didn't find any traces at the base of his index finger. (jian) traces, just like elder brother writing for a long time will leave 趼 on the front of the middle finger, the artist’s 趼 must also exist. But this Mr. Carroll... To be honest, I can’t even have the jian on the middle finger Didn’t find out, let alone the base of the index finger, is he really a painter? Dad, you couldn’t have been scammed by some ignorant gangster on the street, right?”

"Bastard, do you think Mr. Carroll looks like a ignorant person? Apologize! Mr. Carroll, look..." Although Kleist was blaming his son, but from his Judging by the expression on his face, he also seemed a little shaken by what his younger son said.

"For children, this is really a very wonderful reasoning." Sariel applauded, then walked to the two children and squatted down slightly, and said one in a discussing tone, "It's just that my personal I have a special physique, and it is always difficult to leave any traces. Let’s play a game like this. If I win, you will believe that I am not an ignorant person. Of course, if I lose, I will leave forever How is the neighborhood?"

"Mr. Carroll, they are just children, so there is no need to be serious with them." After all, the other party was a guest he invited, and Kleist felt a little embarrassed.

"What game?" If the little Sherlock who asked was still interested in this game, then Macro could be said to be uninterested in yawning aside.As an elder brother, Mike Luo patted his younger brother and said: "Forget it, he just treats you like a child, don't be serious."

"It's really unexpectedly cute." Seeing that Mike Luo imitated his father's tone unconsciously, Sariel really felt that these two children were quite funny sometimes.

"Wouldn't it be great if he would keep his promise and leave?" Sherlock replied to his brother, and then said, "What game?"

"It's just a simple coin guessing game." Sariel took out a coin from his pocket, "As long as you can guess where the coin ends up, you will win."

"Guess? Huh, I won't use guesswork to solve problems!" After hearing the name of the game, the confidence on Little Sherlock's face became more and more obvious, and even his little head was raised...Okay, then It was also because Sariel was much taller than him.

"Then I'll start now. In order to prevent some unnecessary things from happening, I would like to ask Mr. Holmes to sponsor a coin. Oh, just this one. The scratch on it looks quite unique." Sha After Liye finished speaking, his hands began to transfer coins at a speed that was not exaggerated, but as time passed, the speed of Sariye's hands became faster and faster, and it was almost dazzling.

Perhaps it was because Sariel's hands moved so fast, even Mike Luo, who was indifferent at first, began to stare at Sariel intently.

"Okay." After a while, Sariel stopped what he was doing, and then raised his fists in front of the two brothers and asked, "Guess, where is the coin?"

As soon as Sariye finished speaking, he found that the two brothers were rubbing their eyes in pain at the same time, and couldn't help asking: "Could it be that you have been trying to catch up with my movements just now?" In Sariye's view, this kind of The game can be done by guessing. If you force yourself to keep up with this speed for a long time, it is too reluctant.

"Of course, there is no possibility of losing this simple game as long as you see the route clearly." Little Sherlock said stubbornly while rubbing his eyes.

"Brother, did you see clearly?" Mike Luo asked Sherlock who was standing next to him.

"I can only take a general look at it." Sherlock said honestly, "But from the analysis of what this gentleman said just now, I think there must be a trap in this game." Sherlock lowered his voice and whispered in Macron's ear, "He didn't ask us which hand the coin is in, but where the coin is. Brother, do you think he has no coins in both hands?"

"Sir, you don't have any coins in either of your hands, right?" Macro said before Sherlock could figure it out. After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and said to Little Sherlock, "Anyway, we haven't figured it out yet, why don't we see it?" Can you let him reveal some clues to us?"

"Indeed not." Hearing what Mike Luo said, Sariel didn't ask whether the other party's reasoning was really rigorous enough. He opened his two empty hands openly, and then smiled at the two brothers. Say, "But that doesn't count as a win for you, after all my question was "Where's the coin?" "If the two of you can't answer this question, does it mean that I won?"

"We won't lose to adults who talk about themselves!"

It's a pity that although Sherlock's tone was extremely stubborn.However, after looking around Sariel several times, little Sherlock, who found nothing, was still a little frustrated.After all, Sherlock is still just a kid right now.

"Looks like it's time for me to reveal the answer." Sariel blinked at the two children, then pointed to Macro's trouser pocket and said, "Little gentleman, touch your own trouser pocket!" "

Macro first showed a puzzled expression, and then turned into shock in the next second, because he understood why the other party said what kind of words... The other party was telling him where the coin is now!

"It's impossible!" After touching his trousers pocket, Macro actually took out a coin from it. The clear scratches on the coin told them that it was indeed the one that Sariel held in his hand at the beginning. coin.

If the coin was in Sherlock's pocket at this moment, perhaps the two children would not be so surprised, because Sherlock had been standing near Sariel all the time, and Sariel could have found an opportunity to secretly put it in.However, Sariel chose to hide the coin on Macro.You know, Mike Luo has been standing far away from the beginning, and has never been close to Sariel.

"Actually, you are not a painter but a magician!"

"how did you do it?"

Listening to the two children's non-stop questions, and watching them keep checking Mike Luo's trouser pockets, looking very busy, Sariel can only sigh with emotion again, no matter how careful the thinking is, the two One is just an ordinary child.

"How did you do it?" Macro held the coin in his hand, looked up at Sariel, and asked for the second time.Everyone around could hear that Mike Luo's tone was a little excited.

"Mr. Carroll, you are really amazing." Kleist also said with emotion, "Although these two little guys are lazy in some aspects, they never admit defeat, and they never give up. You have never lost before, this time you have opened their eyes. But how did you do it? To be honest, I have been staring at it just now, but I have not grasped any tricks."

"It's nothing, I just used an exclusive trick." Sariel smiled but did not intend to explain, because it was not magic at all, and it had nothing to do with the speed of the hand, but a simple teleportation. "However, now it seems that you can only take back what you said about me being ignorant." Sariel bent down to look at Mike Luo and Sherlock who were still in distress and said.

"Hmph, it's just a magic player." Mike Luo is obviously not the kind of person who would admit defeat and then praise others.It's just that now Mike Luo already knows that Sariel will not tell them the so-called technique.

"There must be some skills in it! It's just that I don't have enough information! Can you play that one again? If you watch it again, I will definitely find the answer!" Little Sherlock said seriously.

"Okay, you all stop playing, come and eat." Sally, who watched for a long time, finally decided to end the game, said helplessly to a group of older and younger children.

"No, let me think about it again." The two brothers, one big and one small, said together at the same time.Then they sat together on the small chairs at the outermost edge of the dining room, posing together as thinkers.

"I'm really sorry to make you laugh." Unlike the men in this family, Sally is a more careful lady.

"No, they are very interesting children." Sariel said with a smile.

"Speaking of which, what Kleist meant at the beginning was that he wanted you to teach the children some painting skills. I think you should be able to see that the two children are not interested in painting, so if you accept this For a commission, we don’t need you to spend too much time on them. It’s enough to give them a painting enlightenment. Of course, we will give a certain amount of remuneration, as for the sky-high price that Kleist gave at the beginning It's just a joke." Sitting at the dining table, Sally asked her husband to bring the two little ghost heads, and said to Sariel.

"Although I'm not very familiar with these two children, but to be honest, Mrs. Holmes, although these two children's interest is not painting, I think that these two children will definitely become reasoning geniuses or something when they grow up. "Sariel doesn't think forcing kids to learn things they don't like is a good thing.

"How can the children of our Sherlock Holmes family run around like those rude policemen? How can we say that our family also has the blood of artists, how can the children not learn some artistic skills?" I don't know why, Kress Holmes seems to have some distaste for professions like the police.

"You still say, children, don't you know nothing about painting?" Sally said after glancing at her husband.

"Isn't it because I don't have talent myself, that's why I hope that my children can be good at it?" After being glared at by his wife, Kleist's momentum weakened unknowingly.

"However, in fact, I am quite envious of other children in the community who go to those music classes." Sally finally chose to support her husband, "I always feel that they are just children, but they are like little old men every day. Holding a book and thinking about it really worries me as a mother. Even if you didn't move next door to our house, Mr. Carroll, I plan to send them to study music. However, my husband still prefers to let the children We learn to paint, and he has always taken this matter to heart, almost obsessed."

"Actually, I'm not very proficient in painting." Sariel said with some embarrassment, "Although the things I draw may not be very bad, I haven't studied painting systematically at all. These are all my own thoughts. So, if I teach students in my own way, the students I teach may not even be considered amateurs, I’m really sorry.”

"It's okay, Kleist said, Mr. Carroll, you are here for vacation, and it's really embarrassing for you to be a tutor." Sally nodded understandingly, but Ke Even though Lester was constantly pulling his sleeves by his wife, he still wanted to say something.

Before Kleist could speak, Sariel explained again: "It's not just because of the vacation. Actually, even if I'm on vacation, I can't be free. If I really want to paint or stay in the house all day long, Maybe I will grow mushrooms. I just think that it is misleading to ask me to be an art teacher. In addition, I was walking around the community just now, and I happened to see that the activity room of the community was recruiting psychological counselors. I do have some experience in this job. So, after I finished my meal, I took my resume to apply."

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