Lin Zeng took class for the first time, and the students were well-behaved, smooth and steady, and there were no mistakes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The pattern is a window opened by God to people with autism.

This quote from the alien world is very true.

Thirty-two students, they were immersed in the interlacing and changing of lines, and they couldn't extricate themselves for a long time.

It's like a prisoner in a dark room who finds a skylight overhead looking into the sky, the only view that makes them intoxicated.

In the first class, most of the students did not need Lin Zeng's guidance.

More of their attention was to observe the examples drawn by Lin Zeng. However, everyone learns differently. Some people are focused on gazing and observing carefully, while others are immediately starting to write and feel in the process of writing and drawing.

Lin Zeng spent most of his time instructing Kong Yang's brushwork.

Although his painting progress was fast, Lin Zeng found that he did not have enough pen power when he painted the smelt pattern exploded diagram. Therefore, Lin Zeng asked him to postpone starting to combine the smelting patterns immediately, and instead continued to spend a month practicing each exploded diagram.

In addition, Lin Zeng also spent twenty minutes learning the names of the thirty-two students.

If nothing else, they are the first painters of their own.

Lin Zeng glanced at the parents outside the window, pointed it out to himself, and asked the students whose names were called to raise their hands.

To communicate with them, Lin Zeng needs to be patient.

It is already common to shout a name and wait half a minute for a student to raise his hand tremblingly.

After all, even Madoka, who was the first to plant the Mind Dancer, would need more than ten seconds to understand the meaning of others through the plant!

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"Tang Bao!" Lin Zeng raised his eyebrows and shouted as he looked at the familiar name.

Twenty seconds, forty seconds, one minute, one and a half minutes......

Finally, a man who was about the same age as Lin Zeng sitting in the third row was sluggish for several beats before raising his hand.

Previously, he had been staring at the smelt pattern decomposition example on the whiteboard with his eyes wide open, so he had a long time to react.

Lin Zeng saw the traces of Old Man Tang last night from his eyebrows and eyes.

As a rich second-generation real estate tycoon, Tang Bao sat in the classroom and looked not much different from the classmates around him.

His expression is not rich, nor is it like Madoka who is cold and has no expression every day, but because he is immersed in his own world, he has a cleanliness that is rare at this age.

Lin Zeng nodded and asked him to put down his hand.

Subsequently, he also saw Pi Guishan's daughter and Gui Qingyue's younger brother, both of whom were seriously studying the pattern.

In Lin Zeng's eyes, no matter whether his family background is rich or ordinary, he has no entanglement of interests, and his attitude will be equal whether it is now or in the future.

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At this time, Lin Zeng focused on the pattern teaching in Beijing, but he was radiating the power of new life with the efforts of growers in various planting bases in China.

In Yulin Village, Donghan County, Qinchuan Province, this dusty and embarrassing small village, the white old beard is wearing a sleeveless gown, squatting on the big stone at the head of the village, looking at a green land outside the village, his heart is like pouring into a honeypot, sweet and beautiful.

Yulin Village is close to the desert, and is located inland, there is little rain all year round, from the grandfather of the white beard, the cultivated land can only barely make a living, a few years ago, it is more yellow sand to even the village has to be covered.

Fortunately, now that the transportation is convenient, young people can also go out to work hard, otherwise they would not be able to support these offspring with these thin fields in the village.

Since Lin Wazi, oh no, Boss Lin rented land in the village and started planting, the scenery outside Yulin Village, which has never changed day after day, has undergone earth-shaking changes.

In his life, he had never seen this half-human-high green field.

I really won't get tired of watching it for a hundred years.

The white bearded man was holding the shortbread that his wife had baked for him, and in his hand was a large enamel cup with fragrant red and spicy soup in the cup. A bite of shortbread, a mouthful of red and spicy soup, on the green fields outside the village, the white beard eats with relish.

"White old beard," during the meal, a thin old man, also holding a bowl of rice, walked up to the white old beard, and said happily, "You have come here again to see the fields." ”

The white old beard slanted a glance, took a bite of the shortbread, and said, "Can you not look at it?" Recently, the little baby in the next village always likes to run over to play, but you have to take care of it, otherwise Boss Lin's flowers will be picked and scare him away.

The white old beard is afraid that this Boss Lin will run away. He and his wife now rely on this seemingly young baby to eat. His wife helps him tidy up and clean the house every once in a while, while he helps plant and take care of the pyrotechnics impatiens.

For the white beard who has been farming all year round, this work is not tiring, but the salary is not low, and it is not much worse than his daughter who teaches in the county seat of Donghan County.

It's also strange to say that this plant grows extremely well in this land where no grass grows. If it doesn't rain for two or three months, it can sprout branches. Now the flowers are full of flowers, red flowers, swaggering among the green leaves, looking at it, where will you think that this is the barren Gobi edge.

As they spoke, some old people came out of the village one after another, and they found a high ground around the village, looked at the flower fields, and ate with relish.

They are about fifty or sixty years old, and their appearance is black and thin because they have been in the wind and sand all year round, but because of their daily labor, their bodies are extremely hard.

These people are actually the growers of Lin Zeng's fireworks impatiens field, and under the leadership of village chief Li Qin, they helped Lin Zeng plant pyrotechnic impatiens.

The villagers of Yulin are simple, and after taking the boss's money, they have never been lazy and work steadfastly.

Lin Zeng hadn't been here for a few months, and the land around this Yulin Village had been occupied by fireworks and impatiens.

In Li Qin's words, even if the boss of the forest does not pay wages, our village must also inherit this kind of flower work, because this flower can bless the land and benefit the children and grandchildren.

Don't say anything else, it's that the flower fields surround the village, and the wind and sand in this village are much smaller.

The old people who stayed in the village were all old farmers who had dealt with this bitter land all their lives.

In the process of tending to the flower fields, they often squat down and touch the land.

This touch made these old farmers full of joy. No matter how hot and dry the weather is, every morning, the land close to the roots of the pyrophila is moist.

After planting this beautiful flower field for a few months, the change in the land is even more obvious.

In the land where this kind of impatiens was first planted, the barren barren sandy land has been covered with a layer of light brown soft soil, although it is very thin, less than a centimeter thick, but this is the first time in Yulin Village in a hundred years that the land has changed for the better.