roccoschili Chapter 127 Our son is a genius
Chapter 127 Our son is a genius
There are still 4 months until Chen Xiaoxiao's birthday. If she works hard, she should have enough time.
Having made up his mind, Lin Chen immediately rummaged through his house and took out some things.
When they moved, Lin Chen's parents didn't care whether Lin Chen needed them or not, and brought all the books he used when he was in school with them.
Some of his teaching materials from his vocational high school days were among them.
Although what you learn in vocational high school is not useful in the college entrance examination.
But this time it actually helped Lin Chen a lot.
Even for non-art-related majors, vocational schools often include art courses as general basic courses in order to improve students' overall quality and for future employment.
Moreover, compared to high schools where students are busy preparing for the college entrance examination, vocational high schools offer a wider range of art courses.
After flipping through the books for a while, Lin Chen found several textbooks related to painting, handicrafts, and art appreciation.
Lin Chen first touched all the books, then turned around and lay down on the bed. He closed his eyes and entered the dream laboratory.
While hands-on practice wasn't possible in the Dream Lab, Lin Chen could begin his theoretical studies first.
At his current learning speed, he could finish the vocational school art textbook in just one night.
Although I haven't decided yet what to make for Chen Xiaoxiao.
However, whether it's handicrafts or works of art, you need basic artistic literacy to be able to handle them.
To cultivate artistic literacy, one must begin with imitation.
By studying other people's handwriting and paintings, one can gradually develop their own unique style.
After a night, when Lin Chen opened his eyes, it was already morning.
Lin Chen frowned as he recalled what he had learned the previous night.
"The textbooks for vocational high schools are too simple... and just reading them isn't enough; I also need to practice in real life."
Only books can be brought into the Dream Lab; pens and ink are not allowed.
Therefore, if Lin Chen wanted to practice his art skills, he felt he could only spend some time in real life.
Fortunately, the provincial games have now ended, and he has no plans to join the provincial team for the time being.
So the time originally reserved for running can now be used for art practice.
After finishing breakfast, Lin Chen told his parents and went to the bookstore.
With only one day left of the May Day holiday, he wanted to practice at home first to see how far he was from actually doing it.
After wandering around outside for half a day, when Lin Chen returned home, he was carrying large and small bags of various things.
Not only do they have various art manuals bought from bookstores.
There were also various art supplies, which added up to several thousand yuan.
Lin Chen couldn't help but sigh, learning art is too expensive.
If you're not from a wealthy family, you really can't afford to pursue art.
At this moment, Lin's father came out of the kitchen carrying dishes.
"You're back? You just finished a match and instead of resting at home, what were you doing out there?"
"I bought some things."
Lin Chen smiled as he took the dishes, served them to his father, and then called his mother, who was watching TV, over.
The TV my mom was watching was showing the news that Lin Chen had won the championship yesterday.
"Old Lin, look how handsome my kid is on TV!"
"Yes, yes, you've been talking about it all night yesterday."
Lin's father joked with a smile.
Since the Spring Festival, the two of them have felt like they're in a dream.
It was as if his son had suddenly become enlightened. He was first admitted to university through a special program, and then he made a name for himself in sports, even breaking the national record.
Whether the children continue their studies or pursue sports in the future, it seems they don't need to worry about it.
At this moment, Lin's father suddenly noticed what Lin Chen had bought, paused for a moment, and said:
"What are these? Why are they all paintbrushes?"
"Dad, I want to learn some art. September is Chen Xiaoxiao's birthday, and I want to make a gift for her myself."
Lin Chen told his parents about his idea of preparing a gift for Chen Xiaoxiao.
"Great idea!"
Upon hearing this, Lin's mother immediately smiled and said, "Xiaoxiao's family is well-off and she lacks nothing. Sending her a token of our affection is much better than sending anything else!"
Son, Mom supports you!
"With Mom saying that, I feel much more confident."
Lin's father was a little worried: "Son, you're about to take the college entrance exam, and there's also the math Olympiad in July. Will you be able to manage all that?"
Lin's mother immediately patted him: "What are you afraid of? Our son is a genius! Learning art is much easier than running. He can run without it interfering with his studies, so what are you afraid of about art?"
Lin's father scratched his head and chuckled awkwardly, "I was just worried he wouldn't be able to handle it all. There are so many things to do, how can he manage his time?"
Lin Chen looked up at his parents and said, "I plan to slow down my running for now. I won't run until I go to university. I'll focus my time on preparing for exams and art."
Lin's father said with some regret, "You need to slow down your running? That's a bit of a shame, son, you're such an athletic person."
If Lin Chen had only won a championship at this sports meet, his father might not have felt so regretful.
But seeing that Lin Chen has already broken the national record, he might be able to break an Asian or even a world record next.
Lin's father was still a little reluctant to give up.
"It's only temporary. For me, taking a few months off won't affect my running performance."
Lin Chen explained with a smile, but in his heart he was thinking, "Luckily I have a cheat code, otherwise an athlete's performance would really decline a lot after a few months of rest."
"Alright then." Lin's father nodded. "Lin Chen, your mother and I don't understand academics or sports."
You can manage your own affairs, but Dad just wants to remind you that it's rare for you to achieve such success, and some things shouldn't be given up on easily.
"Okay, I know."
Lin Chen nodded with a smile.
"Oh, right, son, let me remind you."
Lin's mother suddenly leaned over and whispered, "Don't let Xiaoxiao know that you're studying art. She's so smart, she'll definitely guess what you're planning to do. Then there won't be any surprises."
Yup!
Luckily, my mom reminded me.
Lin Chen kept this in mind.
After finishing his meal, Lin Chen began to put the training into practice.
Arrange the painting tools and equipment neatly in the room.
Lin Chen ultimately chose calligraphy first, among all the tools available, from calligraphy to oil painting.
"Let's start with calligraphy, it's the simplest."
Compared to oil painting and sketching, which he had never studied at all, Lin Chen had at least practiced calligraphy when he was in elementary school.
Carefully unfolding a sheet of Xuan paper, Lin Chen slowly poured a small bottle of ink into the inkstone.
Hold the brush, dip it lightly in ink, and once the brush tip is fully saturated with ink, gently scrape it along the edge of the inkstone to adjust the brush tip.
Lin Chen took a deep breath, raised his arm, and then slowly put down his pen.
Every stroke, every line, every line, is precise and rhythmic.
Lin Chen
Lin Chen's name slowly unfolded on the rice paper.
Lin Chen put down his pen and stood up, taking a few steps back to carefully examine his name.
"Hmm, I've only just begun to understand it; I still need to practice diligently."
What to say?
It's no wonder the system gave me a cheat code; even though I haven't touched a calligraphy brush for at least six or seven years.
However, the strokes of these two characters are smooth and natural, and the structure is rigorous and stable.
It's clear that they've already gotten the hang of it.