At 4:50 p.m. on Friday, Yang Yi, like other parents who came to wait for their children to get out of school, came to the door of Huijia Primary School early. However, today Yang Yi wanted to go up to instruct Xixi to paint, so he didn't just wait at the school gate.

Yang Yi casually used an excuse, registered with the doorman, and walked in. Yang Yi was very familiar with Xixi's classroom, and he came to the teaching building where Xixi was located.

When Yang Yi arrived, the classroom was still quiet and empty. But soon, as the bell rang, the whole campus seemed to be boiling, and in a few moments, all corners of the campus were filled with all kinds of excited shouts.

The same is true of the first-grade teaching building, where children who have just finished their own interest courses soon emerge in the corridor.

There are also those who pack their schoolbags before going to interest classes and go home directly after school, like Xixi sometimes does.

However, there are still many children who come back to the class and go home, and a few of them are rushing back because they still have the duty task of cleaning the classroom, and they want to finish cleaning the floor and go home quickly.

But why is there an adult standing outside the classroom?

They first glanced at Yang Yi strangely, then lowered their voices, muttered and discussed, and ran to the back of the classroom to get brooms and garbage shovels.

Although they are very curious about Yang Yi's identity, children of this age do not know Liang Jingru, and they do not have the courage to take the initiative to speak to unfamiliar adults.

Of course, they don't remember seeing Xixi's father at the parent-teacher conference last year, where would a child of this age remember these things?

Yang Yi was afraid of scaring these children, but he also wore an approachable smile, and his eyes swept over the children who ran by from time to time, looking forward to seeing the little girl he was worried about soon.

"Xin'er, Xin'er, we're going up! We still have to paint, we can't go home!" Downstairs, a crisp cry mixed with the noise of many children was captured by Yang Yi, Yang Yi glanced at it, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

Sure enough, after a while, Xixi and Lan Xin, two little girls who went to the library to take a reading class, ran up.

"Baba!" Xixi was surprised when she saw her father, the little girl didn't think that her father would come up so early, she screamed, pounced happily, and hugged her father hard.

Seeing Xi Xi and Lan Xin leading a tall and burly adult into the class, several little boys who were sweeping the floor suddenly widened their eyes and looked at Yang Yi with some fear.

I didn't feel anything when I glanced outside, but when this adult walked into the classroom, under the small space, his tall and burly figure suddenly gave these little boys a terrible coercion!

They were like kittens seeing a big tiger, and they didn't dare to say anything......

In the middle of the classroom, there was a little girl who was packing her schoolbag, and when she saw this, she ran over with a curious face, leaned over to Xixi, and asked in a low voice, "Xixi, who is this uncle?"

This little girl seems to have a good relationship with Xixi.

"This is my poop!" Xixi chuckled, looking in a bright mood, and took the initiative to introduce, "Baba, this is Yuqian, we are going to make a blackboard report together." ”

It turned out to be Du Yuqian, a little girl.

Yang Yi smiled and nodded with her.

Du Yuqian was more surprised, her eyes widened, and she said in surprise: "You are Xixi's father?"

Well, this question seems to be a bit problematic logically.

……

After saying polite words for a while, Yang Yi was pulled to the back of the classroom by Xi Xi, who couldn't wait, Xi Xi pointed to the big blackboard behind her, and waited for her father to teach her to draw Tinker Bell.

In the past week, Xixi and her friends have put a lot of effort into the blackboard newspaper!

Now on the blackboard, several areas have been planned, and they have all been outlined with beautiful lace, at least in terms of design, Yang Yi thinks that these little girls are still doing a good job!

One of the areas has been filled in the content, it is estimated that it is a poem that Nan Zhaoyu helped copy yesterday when Xi Xi painted Tinker Dang, Yang Yi took a look at it and found that Nan Zhaoyu's handwriting was not bad, and he wrote beautifully and powerfully, compared with his father Nan Yiyun's great calligrapher, there is still a big gap, but among these first-grade children, it is definitely a standing outbreak!

And this poem is actually "Long Song Xing", Yang Yi feels that the last two sentences are quite suitable for these children.

"These patterns are all designed by you, the idea is very good! Separate the content, so that it doesn't look too cluttered, and it's a lot more refreshing!" Yang Yi smiled appreciatively.

"This is what Sister Xiaowei taught us, and many classes in the third grade draw like this!" Xixi said with a wink.

"Here's what I painted. Du Yuqian couldn't help but interject, she made a false gesture in front of the blackboard with her little hand, and jumped, and said to Yang Yi.

"I also painted, I painted here. Seeing this, Lan Xin couldn't wait to ask for credit

"You're all amazing!, well done!" Yang Yi praised with a smile.

"But you still have to have Tinker Bell to be really good-looking!" Xixi said with a small pout, a little sullen.

Daddy, don't stop looking! she's been waiting to draw Tinker Bell!

What I drew yesterday, Xi Xi has already erased it, and now there is a big blank space left in the middle of the blackboard, Xi Xi is eager to draw it early, so that the friends who laughed at the Tinker Bell ugly painting yesterday can be impressed by themselves!

"It's coming, it's coming. You wait for Dad to get something!" Yang Yi smiled and walked back to the podium.

How to teach Xi Xi to draw a small jingle bell on a large blackboard? Yang Yi had already considered this question at home, and saw him take the wooden triangular ruler teaching aids that the school had allocated to the teacher from the podium.

Seeing Yang Yi come up with such a big posture, not to mention Xixi, even Lan Xin came over to watch with a curious face, as well as Du Yuqian, Nan Zhaoyu who just came over to help, and several children followed behind Yang Yi.

"Xixi, when you want to draw a picture on such a large blackboard, you must learn to compose it. Yang Yi pressed the triangular ruler on the blackboard where he made the blackboard report, turned his face sideways, and said to Xixi with a smile, "Think about how you can move this picture to this blackboard according to the correct proportion." ”

Xi Xi didn't understand these terms at all, she looked at her father with some confusion, waiting for him to explain.

But fortunately, Xixi didn't need to fully understand these truths, and soon, she saw her father take the original Tinker Bell manuscript she copied and said to her: "Look, this Tinker Bell, is it a head, about the same proportions as the body? The head is a little bigger here, but it's not too big?"

Xixi nodded lightly, she understood.

I saw Yang Yi holding a triangular ruler again, gesturing in the big blank space in the middle of the blackboard, holding chalk and poking small dots and dotted lines on it.

"We planned this area so that we could draw Tinker Bell's head, and of course, we left a place here to draw bamboo dragonflies. In the following piece, the body is drawn, and the space is similar to the head, that is, when you draw it, you can draw it a little smaller. ”

One by one, dotted dots, after a while, I looked at Xixi, who was engrossed in Dad's operation, and was surprised to see that there were patches on the blackboard that could be filled into each part of Tinker Bell.

Dad is amazing!

Xixi's eyes lit up and she looked at her father with adoration.

"Do you see that?" Yang Yi turned his head and saw Xixi's appearance, and knew that his strategy had succeeded, and he asked with a smile, "Isn't it much easier to draw like this?"

Xi Xi nodded happily.

However, Du Yuqian, Lan Xin, and Nan Zhaoyu, who had never taken a painting class next to them and were not like Xixi, who had watched their father's painting since childhood, were confused, shook their heads in confusion, and muttered, "I can't see ......."

Also, these children don't know how to compose a picture, they don't know how to draw a complete form step by step from the shape, the frame to the back, and naturally there is no way to see the appearance of Tinker Bell from Yang Yi's seemingly messy little dots and curves.

"It doesn't matter if you can't see it, Xixi will draw it later, and you will see the effect. Yang Yi smiled and comforted them.

Yang Yi moved over an empty table and beckoned: "Come on, Xixi, it's time for you to paint!"

Xixi was a little eager to try, and a little not very confident, the little girl looked a little shy with her two little hands intertwined, her body twisted in place, and murmured coquettishly: "Baba, do I paint it myself?"

"Yes, you can draw it yourself, but Daddy is watching and will guide you to draw it completely. Don't worry!" Yang Yi said encouragingly.

"Hee-hee, okay then!" Xixi heard her father say that she would guide herself by the side, and her confidence suddenly returned, she smiled sweetly and actively stretched out her two little arms.

Usually she has to step on a stool to step on the table to draw, but now that her father is here, why does she need such trouble?

I saw Yang Yi stretch out his hand, and the little girl was like a princess, being held and "flying" onto the table like a cloud.