roccoschili Chapter 118 Teacher Shu starts a small stove
Chapter 118 Teacher Shu starts a small stove
Shuyuan herself teaches the same knowledge in class, but everyone has limited absorption of knowledge and limited talent for painting. Cheng Xu is the only one who can draw what she requires.
In order not to delay Cheng Xu's talent, Shuyuan came to Han's house on weekends to help Cheng Xu.
"Teacher Shu!"
When Cheng Xu saw Teacher Shu at home, he was quite surprised.
Is this a home visit?She does well in school and draws seriously every day. Is this to praise her?
Mother Han waved to Cheng Xu: "I'm back. It's rare for your Aunt Shu to visit us in a hundred years. I have to use your favor to let him come to play at home."
Shuyuan looked at her friend helplessly: "I rarely come, but it's not like I never come. What Mother Han said is as if she doesn't come to visit.
Mother Han was not happy now: "What kind of relationship do we have? It's less than blood relatives. You can't change your habit of coming here once a year."
"The number of times you've come here is almost the same as never coming to my door."
Shuyuan said that she could not be a good friend, so she could only promise her: "Okay, okay, I will come to your door frequently in the future." She did have to check on Cheng Xu every week. It was not easy to teach Cheng Xu alone in school. People's progress is also different, so they can only take time off to teach Cheng Xuduo.
Shuyuan: "Xu Xu, please rest for a while and come back later to show me how your pen control practice is this week."
Teacher Shu had a serious look on her face. She had been practicing pen control every day in school and had practiced on dozens of sheets of paper. But now she was inexplicably worried that she hadn't practiced enough. She didn't dare to rest at all. After going upstairs, she opened the drawing paper and started practicing again. Take control of the pen.
Although she didn't understand why Teacher Shu came to the house suddenly, she always had a sense of crisis. She had to work harder. Thinking of the teacher's acquaintance with the elders, she worried that if she didn't do well, the teacher would tell her parents.
What appeared in her mind was Teacher Shu telling Mother Han: "Xuxu didn't work hard at all, and her drawings in school were only average. She won't learn anything if she hangs around like this."
Mother Han was serious and worried at the moment: "Don't worry, Shuyuan, I will have a good chat with this child."
The picture was too weird. She shook her head wildly to get rid of the random thoughts in her mind: "I'm just thinking, Teacher Shu even praised me in school."
Seeing that the time was almost up, Cheng Xu also went downstairs. Tables were set up in the yard. Cheng Xu suppressed his racing heart: "Teacher Shu, I'm ready to rest."
Shuyuan: "Well, you lay out the drawing paper and draw a corner of the yard in white."
Oh my god, it’s not copying, but sketching!
Cheng Xu concentrated his thoughts and began to sketch. His rigorous appearance made Han's mother and Han's father dare not disturb him. Aunt Tang, who was about to cook, stopped what she was doing for fear of disturbing Cheng Xu.
She was still a little nervous. When Teacher Shu came close to her, her hands were a little worried that she would make a mistake. The tightness of the lines suddenly changed. After finishing the painting, Cheng Xu did not dare to show it to Teacher Shu.
Shuyuan: "There is progress, but your mentality is not good enough. Why do you become absent-minded when I stand in front of you." What if Cheng Xu becomes a teacher or accepts a disciple in the future and paints in front of others.
Cheng Xu knew that after returning to school, he became less confident in his painting skills. The fundamental reason was that he was afraid that his painting was not good enough and that he had too high requirements for himself.
"Teacher Shu, I'm particularly afraid that I won't draw well."
Shuyuan paused. This child had a heavy psychological burden.
"You draw very well. Beginners shouldn't place too high demands on themselves. Your drawing skills improve little by little. Those who can draw perfectly right away are gods, not humans."
"You have never studied Chinese painting. The progress of Chinese painting is slow. You need to keep a calm mind. Your current painting ability is already the best in the class. If you were better, wouldn't you leave no way for your classmates to survive?"
Shuyuan made a little joke to Cheng Xu.
Cheng Xuxin relaxed. She felt that she should be good at painting because of what she had learned before. However, there was still a big difference between Chinese painting and the animation she had learned before. She should treat herself as a beginner and calm down. Learn better.
She recalled that when she first learned to draw, she could be said to have painted things that looked like unknown creatures.
Cheng Xu relaxed, and Shuyuan began to talk about the problem: "You need to use smart force on your wrist and don't be stiff. Otherwise, your wrist will easily detach after drawing for a long time, and there will be problems with the smoothness of the lines."
"There is no problem with seeing through these things, but you must pay attention to the details..."
The time for serious teaching is always short, and Cheng Xu was also carried away by listening. It was getting late, and Teacher Shu did not stay long. Brother Tang sent the teacher away after dinner.
Today was a day of practice and class, and she overfulfilled her task. She originally planned to spend two days on the weekend to contact Pen Control, so she wanted to be lazy and rest, but she saw Teacher Shu at home again the next morning.
At this moment, Cheng Xu collapsed.
No matter how studious I am, I don’t want to have a teacher waiting for me at home every day!
"Teacher Shu, are you...looking to play with my mother?" She pinned her hopes on Mother Han.
Shuyuan smiled and replied: "You have great talent, but the basics taught in school have already exceeded your progress, so I will take time to come to your home to teach you every weekend in the future."
how to say?It was a bolt from the blue and I was flattered.
She really just wanted to say thank you for your love, but unfortunately she didn't have the courage.
The heavy love left Cheng Xu with nothing but painting in her life. She painted at school and also painted when she came home. People who are tired are decadent, but her attentive attitude when painting does not show that she is a decadent person at ordinary times. .
Cheng Xu has a true love for painting. Once he starts painting, he will take it seriously.
The hard work was not in vain. Cheng Xu would see Teacher Shu's recognition of her every once in a while.
Teacher Shu had something to do at home this week, and Cheng Xu could finally rest during the weekend. She lay at home sleeping in the dark, and no one came to disturb her.
Aunt Tang brought breakfast to her, and she was worried that she might have stomach problems if she didn't eat breakfast. Cheng Xu woke up in a daze, ate in a daze, and then lay back on the bed to sleep.
When she woke up, she found someone lying next to her.
"Han Chen! When did you come back?"
She was so sleepy that she didn't even know Han Chen was back.
It was almost noon now, and the bright sunshine was shining in the room. Han Chen had been lying on his side beside her. When she woke up, she saw him holding his head with one hand and looking at her. She didn't know how long he looked at her.
"I got home about an hour ago."