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"It's not that I'm laughing at you, Lao Li! Look at your appearance that you haven't seen the world, I took this plane forty years ago, what's so strange!"

Wang Jinshan has always been a person who likes to lose his fortune, and the old man of other people's families will happily ask this and that when he sees his children buying new clothes or buying new things, so that the people who buy things are happy, and the family atmosphere is also harmonious and happy.

But Wang Jinshan is biased, no matter who buys anything, even if he has never seen it at all, he will disdain it, and over time, everyone will generally stop buying things for him, give him money, and buy it himself! Anyway, he can't like what others buy!

"Don't brag, old Wang! Forty years ago, we had Zhenhua, why didn't I know you had been on a plane?" Li Hui couldn't help but want to demolish him, he had been living with Wang Jinshan for a long time, Li Hui was originally a graceful and demure woman, but now she has become similar to Wang Jinshan, and she always likes to make people unable to get off the stage.

"You don't know, don't you? I said that forty years ago it was just a touch, and I didn't know you at that time!" Wang Jinshan rolled his eyes: "At that time, we were still in the company, a big farm, and there was an airplane that sprinkled seeds, pesticides and fertilizers.

Next time, I would like to invite you to take a big plane and go for a ride abroad.

As long as you do a good job in business, our whole family will be smooth and safe, and your mother and I will be satisfied!"

"Hey, you stubborn king, why are you so good at talking now!" Li Huizhen didn't expect Wang Jinshan to say such serious things.

"Society is progressing, so I can't speak seriously?" Wang Jinshan smiled, since he was seventy years old, Wang Jinshan himself felt that he had become peaceful, and his speech was not as vicious as before, it seemed that he was really old.

After a few days, Wang Zhenhua really started to study painting at the University for the Elderly.

There are more than a dozen people in this class, the old man and the old lady of Yishui, except for Wang Zhenhua, the youngest is a 52-year-old eldest sister, as soon as Wang Zhenhua entered the classroom, everyone thought she was a teacher, Wang Zhenhua blushed, and quickly waved his hand to say that he was not, and everyone thought she was the daughter of an old man, who may have come to accompany her.

Knowing that Wang Zhenhua had come to study painting, the old people all laughed, and an old man with gray hair said with a smile: "Girl, aren't you taking up our resources! How did you come up with the idea of going to a university for the elderly to learn painting?"

"Originally, I wanted to go to the place where I learned to learn professional painting, but I went to see that it was full of children, I didn't think it was suitable, and the teacher recommended me to come here! But don't get me wrong, I paid the tuition, my father taught me, and I must not take advantage of the country!"

"Then your father's consciousness is high! Nowadays, people will never let go of those who can take advantage! There are too few people like him!" The old man couldn't stop nodding and praising Wang Jinshan, and Wang Zhenhua felt extremely proud in his heart.

In the first class, the teacher first talked about sketching, the old people were slow to accept, and the teacher was also slow, Wang Zhenhua relied on his childhood to have a certain foundation, and every time he was the first to hand in his homework, and the old people put forward their opinions again in a few days.

"I said girl, you still suffer like this, if you don't come, maybe I will be the object of the teacher's praise, but you are young and strong, and your eyes are better than ours, the teacher praises you every time, we are unbalanced!" An old lady chattered endlessly at Wang Zhenhua.

Wang Zhenhua couldn't cry or laugh, and he didn't know whether the old lady wanted to praise her or really had an opinion, so he had to ask the teacher privately not to praise her in the future, but to praise the old students more.

When he learned Gongbi painting, Wang Zhenhua was excited, remembering that when he was a child, his family did not have that condition, and there was no teacher to teach, Wang Zhenhua saw the photos of Gongbi painting in newspapers and magazines, so he quickly cut it out and found a larger piece of paper to paint.

At that time, the wall calendar at home became the main tool for her copying, the first year of the wall calendar was used up, Wang Zhenhua put them all away, took them apart and reversed, and used the white paper on the back to draw a larger stroke, although the calendar paper was a little slippery, but there was no problem with pencil drawing, and then painted with color after painting, it seemed like this from a distance, but now through learning, Wang Zhenhua found that the method of painting himself was completely wrong.

Like when he was a child, he didn't look up for a few hours when he started painting, Wang Zhenhua lay on Gu Yiming's desk when he didn't go to work and painted, although the teacher said that it was best to have a big table dedicated to painting, but Wang Zhenhua felt that it was only the entry stage, and Gu Yiming's desk was enough.

Because he is still young, within a few months of coming and going, Wang Zhenhua has been painting well, especially the figure paintings, ancient ladies' pictures, and rebounding pipa flying sky.

There is a calligraphy class in a classroom next to it, there is a little old man in his 50s, everyone calls him Mr. Zhao, because he knows an old sister in the painting class, so he often comes to visit the door.

After reading Wang Zhenhua's paintings, Mr. Zhao nodded and praised her for her good paintings, and then made suggestions.

"Xiao Wang, you are good at drawing, but the words written next to it are too ordinary, and they don't match such a good painting as yours!"

"Teacher Zhao, you can see it! I'm also worried about this matter! I didn't practice calligraphy well when I was a child, and I didn't have time to practice it when I grew up, so this calligraphy ...... I think it's so difficult!" Wang Zhenhua's face turned red all of a sudden.

Wang Zhenhua is an acute child, and when she was a child, there was a brush class in school, but she often went out to play after finishing her homework quickly, and she couldn't sit still at all!

"Mr. Zhao, it's strange to say, if I am allowed to draw, I can paint for a few hours without looking up, but let me practice calligraphy, I feel like there are a lot of insects crawling in my heart, which is very uncomfortable and can't be still!"

"Hahaha! Xiao Wang, so why do you say that practicing calligraphy is self-cultivation! The principle lies in this! When you can calm down and practice calligraphy well, then your whole temperament and mentality are different!"

With the encouragement of Mr. Zhao, Wang Zhenhua signed up for the calligraphy class again, ready to practice his bad characters!