"Uncle Zhishu, you are so right, that wall is getting dirtier and dirtier, and we usually see it at a glance when we walk out of school after school, which is really polluting our eyes. Jiang Xiao said: "But if you just brush the white ash, will it be dirty again?"

Jiang Songhai looked at her again. Is this kid here to chat with Secretary Yao?

"yes, or else it's going to be painted. "Secretary Yao doesn't mind chatting with Jiang Xiao, and he is quite interested. Because he looks too majestic, and he usually keeps a straight face, almost all the children in the village are afraid of him, and some bear children even give him the nickname Yao Heizi, don't think he doesn't know.

Kuroko is the name of his dog.

Call him Yao Heizi, can he be happy?

However, no matter how unhappy he was, he couldn't bother with those children.

Even his daughter Yao Chengshan has been afraid of him since she was a child, and rarely takes the initiative to talk to him.

Now this Jiang Xiao can sit in front of him and chat with him like this, this feeling is really a little new.

Jiang Xiao smiled and said: "If you simply brush the color, those children will still can't help but scribble, it won't take long, it's dirty." ”

That wall is really not small.

A row of old houses is there, and it is impossible to tear it down. But standing at the school gate, it was really long and black, and it was a thing.

Yao Zhishu sighed, looked at her and said, "Jiang Xiao, what can you do?"

"Actually, it's very simple, you can draw a whole wall of propaganda posters. Then remove all the weeds at the base of the wall, and then pave it with fine sand, and it can be used as a knowledge corridor. ”

Yao Zhishu's eyes lit up, but after thinking about it, he sighed and shook his head, "The idea is good, but we don't have that kind of talent in our village." ”

Maybe the art teacher in the county can do this job, but there is no such art teacher in Siyang Village. As far as the only art teacher in their school, he was only able to teach basic work.

On such a long wall, if you want to paint a big picture, you can't paint it well in a day or two, is he still going to the town to invite an art teacher to live in the village for a few days for such a small thing?

Jiang Xiao said: "Uncle Zhishu, leave it to me, I'll paint." ”

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Songhai and Yao Jubin were taken aback.

"Xiaoxiao, we can't ......" is a mouthful. Jiang Songhai wanted to say this, but when he saw Jiang Xiao winking at him, he swallowed back half of his words.

"You know how to draw?"

Jiang Xiao also knew that with his own words, Yao Zhishu would definitely not believe it. So she picked up the pen and paper in front of her, looked at it, and drew a teacup on it.

She drew the teacup in 3D, the shadows, the lighting, it looked very three-dimensional, as if a real teacup was resting on paper.

If she hadn't seen her draw it with her own eyes, Yao Zhishu might have really reached for the cup.

Moreover, she drew so fast that she drew it all at once.

For Jiang Xiao, in fact, this can only be regarded as a basic skill, and she herself is not satisfied with the effect of this painting. However, she is still so sick that she feels her hands tremble when she draws a cup.

It's no wonder that you can summon a magic brush, but you can't draw with it.

Jiang Xiao was still sighing in his heart, but Yao Zhishu was really amazed.

"God, it's really a god! This painting skill, it's the first time I've seen it! There is even a little painter in our village!" Yao Zhishu was amazed when he took the piece of paper, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, and immediately looked at her left hand, which was a little difficult to press the paper just now, and his face sank, "What's the matter with your hand?"

He hadn't even noticed that the little girl's left hand was red and swollen!