It's already summer, and the doors are still open in the school building of Xinmin Primary School. Zhong Yue stood in front of the school gate, the decoration outside the teaching building was still in the style of twenty years ago, with white old-fashioned tiles, which looked neat and beautiful.

This primary school has gathered too many people's childhood memories, and Zhong Yue even remembers that the two big locust trees in front of the teaching building were only as big as a bowl back then, but now six or seven years have passed, they are much bigger, and their branches are bigger and denser.

In the teaching building, the evaluation team from the county had almost arrived, and Wang Dashan stood outside the school and asked, "Xiaoyue, are you good at it?" This is related to whether Xinmin Primary School can continue to open. ”

"Uncle Shan, my help can only be temporary. ”

"Of course. The experts of the review team also said that they are also for the sake of making errands, and they will try to be accommodating where they can be accommodating, or they will not allow anyone to deal with things directly. ”

Zhong Yue nodded and walked into the classroom.

There were seven or eight people sitting at the bottom, some holding notebooks, some holding mobile phones and looking at them, and when they saw someone walking in, they raised their heads and smiled: "Township Chief Wang, is this the art teacher of your Xinmin Primary School? ”

Wang Dashan smiled, "Yes, this teacher Zhong asked for sick leave before, so I asked Teacher Liu from this school to substitute for the class." ”

The old man in the short-sleeved shirt lifted his glasses and said with a smile: "The previous teacher Liu, teaching mathematics is the number one, but when it comes to teaching art, even painting a duck apple is nondescript, Township Chief Wang, you say, how can we turn a blind eye? Now they will all develop in an all-round way, we know that the funds of your township-run primary school are tight, but we can't save on teaching resources, if this young teacher Zhong is still unqualified, then I'm sorry, this evaluation report, we will truthfully submit it." ”

"Understood, understood. ”

The old man nodded, "Then Mr. Zhong, you can simply show your hands." ”

Zhong Yue asked, "Do you want to draw anything?" Elementary school art, there is not much teaching content, as for art history, it is even more nonsense, primary school students still can't recognize all the words, you give him art history, it is simply a chicken and a duck. Teaching painting naturally depends on the teacher's painting level.

"Well, just draw a little bit. But don't draw any rectangles, cubes fool us. ”

Zhong Yue picked up the chalk on the side and was ready to start.

Wang Dashan on the side took a sip of tea nervously, and thought silently in his heart, Ah Yue, Ah Yue, you must not be a moth, otherwise you will really become a sinner in the township.

Outside the classroom, there are many teachers from our school. There are no professional art teachers in their schools, and they don't need any art teachers.

After all, to deal with these experts, then this rhetoric is to fool you, it is simply looking for death.

A middle-aged teacher with gray sideburns frowned, "Zhong Yue, isn't this a student in my class before?"

"Eh, Mr. Wang, when you say that, it seems that yes, in those years, it seems that the two of us were in the same class. Zhong Yue, this kid is talented, and later it seems that he was admitted to college, and now counting the days, he should be a sophomore, and he won't be a ...... person."

"Be quiet, and we'll find out later. ”

Zhong Yue took the white chalk and began to sketch the outline. Gongbi landscape painting is also done step by step. The first step is to sketch out the basemap on paper. What Zhong Yue wants to paint is really taken from Xiaohe Mountain.

With Wang Ximeng's painting skills, Zhong Yue didn't have any worries at all.

The undulating hills, the houses of the mountain streams, the bamboo forests, and even some small bushes are sketched with chalk. Knowing that eight of the nine potentials of the gods and men, Zhong Yue had on hand, even the chalk that had no pen edge to speak of, as if it was all wonderful, and between continuous rotation and frustration, he outlined lines of different thicknesses and different gestures.

Different from Western oil paintings, the white drawing of Gongbi landscape is also to show the foundation, and the lines are exposed on the paper at the end of the painting, so the smoothness and thickness of the lines are very exquisite. Zhong Yue did it in one go, picked up the blue and green chalk, and mixed it for use.

Chalk is chalk after all, and it cannot perfectly interpret the true meaning of Gongbi landscape.

Zhong Yue turned his back to the expert group, and didn't see the jaw-dropping and wonderful expressions of those people below.

It's incredible!

Is this something that can be drawn by just drawing?

The expert members who sat at the back could best feel the whole dynamic process of the masterpiece gradually taking on its true face. The blackboard was full, and Zhong Yue actually used the entire blackboard as a canvas!

Such a huge size, let alone chalk, is really painted with a brush, and it is impossible for a young painter who does not have a certain amount of brush power and control of his works to present it so confidently and intricately in such a short time.

Distant mountains, near fields, country roads, trees, and sparsely visible birds, and even scattered farmhouses are hidden in the peach forest, yes, that is Zhongyue's elegant house.

Elderly painters like to do subtraction, if you want to express the beautiful natural scenery of Xiaohe Mountain, it is bound to omit this elegant house, but Zhong Yue is not, he thinks, and Wang Ximeng's way of thinking, that is, to divide the whole painting, each place can be independent scenery.

The color was slightly embellished, just slightly colored among the towering green mountains and pink peach forests, Zhong Yue put down the chalk in his hand, turned around, and said with a smile: "Time is limited, it is a little rough, please bear with me." ”

The old expert sitting down took a sharp breath, this is called roughness? I had seen several experimental elementary schools in the city before, and the art teachers there were simply scribbling!

"Teacher Xiao Zhong is humble. This chalk painting is the only masterpiece seen in the life of the old man, it is really a high talent, it is a pity to succumb to the ability of Mr. Xiao Zhong to live in Xinmin Primary School. ”

Zhong Yue smiled slightly, "You are too old. ”

Wang Dashan looked at this chalk drawing on the blackboard, this scene is very familiar, it is the scenery of Xiaohe Mountain. If Zhong Yue hadn't painted it on the spot, Wang Dashan wouldn't have believed it if he was killed, this painting was painted by Zhong Yue. The teachers standing outside were also stunned.

Chalk, can you still use it like this?

They looked at Zhong Yue with an incredible feeling.

The key is that he is not a painter!

Zhong Yue looked out the window, and the cold woman stood in the shade of the tree, like a ghost who couldn't see the sun. The woman standing next to her was tall and wearing a pair of sunglasses.

Zhong Yue approached Wang Dashan and said softly, "Uncle Shan, the music teacher is here." ”