Bai Ye looked at the teacher, and there was no spark in his eyes, only curiosity.

At the right time, the teacher said slowly: "There are a lot of rumors about your personality on the Internet and in the market, and I don't really believe it, but when I saw it today, I found that your character is indeed a little bad." ”

Bai Ye didn't get angry when he heard this, but laughed and said: "That's because you don't know me yet, if you have been in contact for a long time, you will know that in fact, my character is even more than you imagined...... Oops!"

"Are you blackmailing yourself? The teacher smiled too.

When he was about to say something, a student ran in outside, panting and said, "Teacher, some students ran to the creek to play in the water, and they didn't listen to any persuasion." ”

"It's itchy, isn't it. ”

When the teacher heard this, he didn't bother to chat, turned around and hurried away. There is no way, the stream outside the village is also relatively turbulent. If there is any accident, he can't bear the responsibility.

It is conceivable that a few naughty students must be scolded loudly.

The teacher left, and the students who stayed, but did not leave. After all, in the big courtyard, there is a high wall blocking the sun, and there is a cool breeze, they are enjoying it, so they don't bother to go out.

However, a group of students avoided Bai Ye intentionally or unintentionally, and they were obviously a little afraid of him.

It was the little fat man, who had no heart or lungs, but leaned in and whispered, "That...... Uncle Shuai, aren't you very good at drawing?"

"Yo, the little fat man has a good eye. Bai Ye sat down and smiled, "How can you see that?"

"I'm not fat, just a lot of meat. Also, my name is Vermilion Carp, please call me by my name, thank you. ”

After the little fat man introduced himself, he also showed a sincere smile: "You saw our paintings before, and your comments are the same as the teacher's." The teacher's drawing is very good, and you are certainly not bad. ”

"It's okay. ”

Bai Ye smiled: "My paintings are not clear compared to others, but they are definitely better than you anyway." Chubby Zhu, you should work hard, no matter how good the characters are, you won't be able to get into the Academy of Fine Arts. ”

"The teacher just finished speaking, and you hit me again. ”

The little fat man wanted to cry again, "Life, it's too difficult." ”

"Don't cry, you can still be saved. ”

Bai Ye didn't know whether to comfort or stab a knife, "Look at your paintings, they have reached the level of my seven-year-old, and if I work hard for two or three years to improve to the level of my ten-year-old, I will almost be able to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts." ”

“……”

Even if he is not very old, the students next to him also feel that Bai Ye's words seem a little arrogant.

"Hmph, megalomaniac. ”

The young Xiao Gao directly expressed his disdain.

Teenagers, their emotions are all on their faces, they can't hide them at all, and they won't hide them.

"Uncle Shuai, you are so amazing. ”

The little fat man seemed to believe it, and his face was adoring: "How did you learn, can you teach me?"

If his eyes are no longer rolling, his expression will be more sincere.

Bai Ye glanced at it, and immediately smiled and said, "Okay, little fat man, you are not small, you are tricking me." ”

"No, no, no. The little fat man definitely didn't admit it, and shook his head quickly, "I'm really asking for advice, I don't know why, I always can't draw well, the teacher asked me to draw more and ponder, I did it or didn't make progress." ”

"I wondered if I had no talent for drawing, and I wondered if I should study it any further. ”

The little fat man was depressed and a little sad.

Together with the students next to him, he was also infected, and his expression was not very natural.

Sixteen or seventeen-year-old teenagers are no longer children, they can also understand the expectations of their parents, as well as some social pressures, and know more about the cruelty of the art examination of the Academy of Fine Arts.

In the better art academies, 70,000 to 80,000 students take the art examination every year, but there are only 800 places.

It's a real one-in-a-hundred, and the competition is fierce.

It's a very intuitive data, and it's no wonder that students don't feel pressured when they see it in their eyes. No one can guarantee that they will be able to do it. So for a while, a pessimistic atmosphere permeated their hearts.

At this moment, Bai Ye's fingers gently poked the little fat man's cheek. Full of collagen, full of elasticity, as if it can be broken by blowing, it feels really good.

"What?"

The little fat man broke the gong in a second, and the sadness was gone, only anger remained.

"I'm just checking to see if you have any talent. Bai Ye said solemnly: "Then it is certain that you are talented and blessed." ”

"Huh?"

The little fat man is confused.

"Really. ”

Bai Ye emphasized: "Haven't you heard of a sentence, every fat person is a potential stock, you are this kind of person." Talent is hidden deeply, not easily revealed, and needs to be dug deeper. ”

The little fat man felt that his brain was a little messy.

He had naturally heard of the saying that the fat man was a potential stock.

But can this be used here?

Without waiting for him to come back to his senses, Bai Ye continued: "If you don't believe it, we can do an experiment, do you see the bamboo in the corner?"

The little fat man hurriedly looked over.

I saw a cluster of verdant bamboos in the corner of the yard, swaying in the wind.

The green bamboo body, tender and green long leaves, some eye-catching.

"See. ”

The little fat man nodded, "And then?"

"Then leave the bamboo alone. ”

"Huh?"

Hearing this, not only the little fat man, but even the students on the side were also a little confused.

Fortunately, Bai Ye didn't sell Guanzi, and took advantage of the situation to signal: "Look at the bamboo shadow." ”

Oh.

A group of students suddenly shifted their gaze.

In the afternoon, when the sun shifts, the shadow of the bamboo, naturally, is also elongated and reflected on the wall.

The rubbing foliage intertwined on the wall, and there were flickering spots of light.

Light and shadow, surprisingly harmonious.

At this time, Bai Ye asked again: "If you are asked to draw bamboo shadows, where do you plan to start?"

"This ......"

The little fat man was stunned, thought about it again and again, scratched his ears and cheeks, and finally said dejectedly: "I feel dazzled, and I don't know how to draw." ”

"Don't you understand how to draw a scoop with a gourd?"

Bai Ye pushed the little fat man out: "Hurry up and take the pen, draw on the wall, and draw according to the shadow." ”

"Huh?"

The little fat man was stunned.

"Ahh ”

Bai Ye urged, "If you can't draw well, stay and help me paint the wall." ”

This is to catch ducks on the shelves.

The little fat man muttered, but he was a little submissive, obediently walked to the wall, then took out the charcoal, and then leaned over and slowly sketched it. It was mainly because he was afraid that the shadow of his body, which would be reflected on the wall and block his vision, so he chose such an awkward posture.

At first, it must have been a little uncomfortable. After all, when the wind blows, the bamboo branches and leaves shake, and the shadow also moves. The position is off, and the original outlined lines need to be redrawn with an eraser.

After drawing and wiping, wiping and painting, after repeating it a few times, the little fat man broke the jar and broke it, and he didn't bother to care, so he continued to paint.

And his body, unconsciously, slowly stood up straight and upright.

The figure was reflected on the wall, but the little fat man was unaware, his eyes became focused, and the lines changed from sketching to drawing. The short line has become a long line, the stroke is becoming more and more bold, and the pen is crisp and decisive.

Slowly, a group of students couldn't help it and came up to observe quietly.

Bai Ye looked at it from a distance, suddenly turned his head, and said with a smile: "Actually, this little fat man is still talented, isn't he?"

I don't know when, the teacher has already returned, and he nodded indifferently when he heard it: "Nonsense, I'm really talented, I didn't bother to recruit into the training class and destroy my reputation as a gold medal teacher." ”

"It's just that this stinky boy doesn't know who to learn from, and likes to pick out details. If you pick too much, you often ignore the overall layout, resulting in inaccurate shape and unbalanced composition. ”

There was also a bit of discoloration in the teacher's eyes: "I corrected it several times, but it didn't work." Do you think letting him draw bamboo shadows can improve his bad habits?"

"Okay, I won't know until I try. ”