The early morning sunlight shone down through the clouds, shone into the ink alley, and sprinkled in front of the store of Four Seasons.

On both sides of the store, two triangular plum blossoms are blooming brilliantly in the sun.

These two pots of triangular plum were just bought by Feng Jiayu, and according to him, the big red triangular plum is like a string of firecrackers, which are placed at the door for good luck and can attract more business.

"Hell, the students are coming today, look at what is missing. Feng Jiayu patted the ashes left by moving the flower pots on his hands, and said to Xia Keren, who was immersed in repairing paintings in the store.

Xia Keren put down his pen and walked to the right side of the store, Feng Jiayu moved the bookshelves that were originally placed here to the left, and cleared out a large area, just enough to put a few tables and chairs.

At this moment, six small wooden tables for children are placed side by side in the middle, and in front of it is a large purple-brown wenge wood painting.

There is a wool painting felt on the painting case, also called felt, and the more elaborate ones can also be covered with white tweed on the painting case, which is used to pad rice paper to prevent water and ink from seeping into the table.

There is a paperweight on the far left of the felt, which is also called a ruler because it looks like a ruler, and its function is to hold the paper down. Xia Keren walked over and picked up the paperweight, the piece in his hand was made of mahogany, the sour branch wood in the mahogany, the color was red, the dark stripes were obvious, and there was a faint sour fragrance. This paperweight is available in all kinds of materials, in addition to wood and metal, silver and copper, and even the marble slabs left over from the decoration of the house, as long as you grind it without scraping the paper and press it smoothly.

Next to the paperweight is also made of mahogany pen mountain, the pen mountain and the pen holder are the same, used to put the pen, but the pen holder is the place to hang the pen after painting, because the brush has a point, no matter where it is placed, it is easy to press the pen tip to, and the natural drooping on the pen holder is the best. When you want to put the pen down during the painting process, or if the brush is still wet just after painting, it is easy to stain the desktop, so you need to put it on the pen mountain first.

Xia Keren put the paperweight in his hand on the inkstone, the stone inkstone is used for grinding ink, the most typical ink in China is the ink block, you need to add water to slowly grind out the ink on the inkstone, now there is a substitute, bottled ink, ready to use out of the bottle, it is a lot more convenient. Next to it are dripping water for adding water, white porcelain plates of various sizes for color mixing, paint boxes, and pen washing.

Then there are all kinds of brushes and rice paper, all the tools are placed on the upper part of the case, and the lower part is tiled with rice paper.

Xia Keren taught the children to draw with bottled ink, which was more convenient and easy to use, but he still prepared ink ingots, thinking that the first lesson would show them the traditional method of grinding ink.

"Nothing is missing. Xia Keren walked to the back of the painting case, and as soon as he stroked his hand, he found that the corner of the case where the felt was not covered, and a small character was faintly engraved.

Xia Keren bowed down and looked at it with wide eyes.

It is a "Sichuan" character, this painting case has been around for some years, and the words are carved shallowly, and the strokes are a little unclear.

Feng Jiayu saw that Xia Keren was concentrating on the old painting case, so he smiled and said, "This is still what I dragged out of our old warehouse, and it took several times to wash it, how about it?"

"It's a good fit. As soon as Xia Keren stood up straight, a little sister wearing white puff sleeves and a pink short skirt peeked in through the door.

There are more than a dozen students who want to learn Chinese painting from Xia Keren when they sign up online, and Feng Jiayu wants to recruit all the dozen or so students with the idea that he can't let go of a penny. But Xia Keren said that she would only accept six, and she was easily distracted when there were many children, and she felt that the maximum number of people she could take into account was only six.

The six children had never been exposed to Chinese painting, two boys and four girls, ranging in age from eight to ten.

Xia Keren asked Feng Jiayu to hand over the registration form to the parents, and after the form was taken back, she carefully looked at the situation of all the children, so when the children at the door poked their heads out, Xia Keren knew that it was ten-year-old Yu Yashi.

Yu Yashi is cute and sensible, her parents divorced when she was four years old, her mother opened a teahouse from morning to night, and almost every night was home in the early morning of the next day, and her mother had no time to take care of the child, so after seeing Xia Keren's video, she decided to simply send her child to Sijizhai to learn to paint.

But what is more special about Yu Yashi is that she also has a younger brother with autism.

"Yu Yashi?" Xia Keren looked at the little girl standing at the door timidly, forced a smile on his face, slowed down his tone, and beckoned to her, "Come in." ”

Yu Yashi nodded, with a pair of diamond-like shining eyes on her apple-like face, she walked inside, and pulled an eight-year-old boy in her right hand.

The boy's hair was not much longer than his bald head, and his little face was as round as his sister's, but the eyes on his face were like moonless nights, dark and lifeless, hopeless.

"Teacher, this is my brother Yu Ruiqi. Yu Yashi's glutinous voice introduced to Xia Keren in a gentle voice.

Yu Ruiqi looked indifferent, only staring at her toes expressionlessly.

Yu Ruiqi's appearance was like a small thorn, and she gently pricked Xia Keren's heart.

"Sit down first, and when the students are all there, the teacher will start the lesson. Xia Keren tugged at the corners of his mouth and let himself smile again.

Perhaps because Xia Keren smiled too stiffly, Yu Yashi was a little hesitant and apprehensive, pulled Yu Ruiqi to take two steps inside, and then turned around and said to Xia Keren: "Teacher, don't dislike my brother, he doesn't like to talk, but he is very smart!"

Xia Keren was stunned, and hurriedly loosened his cheeks to make himself smile more naturally: "You are all good children, and the teacher will love each and every one of you." ”

As she spoke, Yu Ruiqi suddenly raised her eyes, with a blank face, and looked at Xia Keren coldly in her eyes.

Xia Ke's heart trembled, and almost instinctively looked away from his gaze, then turned around, put away all the expressions on his face, and looked the same as Yu Ruiqi facing the door of the store.

The children arrived quickly, and because Yu Ruiqi was the youngest and shortest, she was arranged to sit at the table on the left side of the first row. Since then, Xia Keren has always been on the right side when lecturing, naturally avoiding every opportunity to look at Yu Ruiqi.

In the first class, she taught the children the simplest ink pen, and when she looked at the sparkling eyes underneath, she felt that it was a candle flame that illuminated the world in front of her.

After assigning homework and ending the class, after the children were gone, Feng Jiayu stepped forward with a strange look: "Lovely people, why do I think you seem to be afraid of that little boy." ”

"Huh?" Xia Keren pretended not to understand, and cleaned up the painting case by himself, but his fingertips trembled clearly.

"It's that Yu Ruiqi, the one with autism. Feng Jiayu continued, "You never look at him in class and don't say anything, and you are cold to him." ”

"Of course, you were cold to everyone before, but according to my observation, you are very kind to other children except Yu Ruiqi!"

Xia Keren didn't answer Feng Jiayu, she didn't know what was wrong with her.

After cleaning up the painting case, he turned around and went to repair the painting without saying a word.

By the time of the third class, Xia Keren had already become familiar with the other children except Yu Ruiqi, and the children now saw that Xia Keren didn't even call the teacher, they were all lovely sisters and lovely sisters, pestering Xia Keren to teach them to draw fish, shrimp, and grapes, and draw more and more living/vivid things.

However, to Xia Ke's surprise, among the children, the most talented is Yu Ruiqi.

After the first class, the chicks he handed over ate to eat loquat called Xia Keren/Surprised, the three chicks with ink feathers flew their wings and walked lifelikely, and the loquat was so fresh that it seemed to have just fallen from a tree, and the whole painting was balanced and interesting. Xia Keren couldn't believe that this was something that a child who drew for the first time could draw, but she hesitated and didn't open her mouth to ask Yu Ruiqi what she thought and how she painted.

It's just that in the class, I praised it with a brush: "Yu Ruiqi, children, you are really good at drawing." ”

Yu Ruiqi naturally lowered her bare head, buried her face in the drawing paper, and her hands were covered with ink, as if she didn't listen to what Xia Keren was talking about or teaching, and only cared about painting herself.

"In today's class, I teach you how to draw bamboo. Xia Keren smiled, now in front of these children, she can smile naturally and comfortably, this smile really flows from her heart, "Painting, like calligraphy, especially bamboo, is almost all drawn with lines. ”

"Painting bamboo, there are four sentences, the rod is like a seal, the knot is like a subordinate, the branches are like grass, and the leaves are like needles. Xia Keren said, while picking up the pen on the table to demonstrate step by step, three or two strokes, a small bamboo was drawn.

Xia Keren was talking intently, and Feng Jiayu at the door of the store had already come to a car that had just stopped, the door opened, and Meng Jin got out of the car dressed casually.

As soon as Meng Jin returned to China, he didn't even return to the company, so he came to Sijizhai first, and he hurried to see Xia Keren.

In order to repair the painting as soon as possible and complete his grandfather's mind, Meng Jin said to himself, but faintly felt that he might just want to see her.

"Mr. Meng, we're in class, I'll call her!" Feng Jiayu followed.

"No, I don't. Meng Jin stood next to the bookshelves, and Feng Jiayu made partitions between the two bookshelves that were moved out, and simply divided the store into sections.

Xia Keren They are inside, Meng Jin stood outside, at a glance, he saw six innocent and lovely children smiling and applauding Xia Keren, in front of them, Xia Keren held a brush in one hand, and held a painting in the other, the painting was a simple bamboo, the sun shone on Xia Keren's face through the window, and her face was a bright smile.

Meng Jin was shocked, this was the first time he had seen Xia Keren with such a genuine smile.

Xia Mu was yin and lovely, Meng Jin seemed to suddenly understand why she was called Xia Keren, and suddenly wanted to keep such a smile on her face all the time.

He was reluctant to interrupt and stood outside until the end of the lesson.

As soon as Xia Keren came out, Meng Jin's mobile phone rang. After picking it up, it was Director Cai who called, and the company finally decided to listen to Xia Keren's suggestion, not to launch the leather roller blind, and planned to start directly from the leather bag.

"The first leather bag must make our own МU characteristics, find the right direction and positioning. ”

Xia Keren sent the last child out, and when he came in, he happened to hear Meng Jin's words.

When Meng Jin hung up the phone, Xia Keren blurted out: "It's better to add Chinese paintings, the fusion of Western-style leather bags and Chinese paintings may be interesting." ”

Meng Jin took the mobile phone and raised his eyes to look at Xia Keren, the smile on Xia Keren's face was like a little warbler cry in the spring day, fleeting.

When he looked at Meng Jin, he only left a faint expression, as if his heart was like water, and there was no joy or sorrow.

Her misty eyes, like a light rain, made Meng Jin fall into the beautiful light and shadow, and she couldn't tell anything.

The heart thumped.

Meng Jin spoke: "Listen to you." ”