Since Xiaoyuan copied Lin Zeng's complex patterns, Xu Pengxiao and his wife respectfully called Lin Zeng "Teacher Lin". Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Lin Zeng felt that it was very dramatic, Jiang Hua was about to leave the ranks of people's teachers, and he himself became a teacher respected by parents.

The world is mysterious, but that's it.

"Thank you, well, it tastes so good. Lin Zeng took the bread handed to him by Xu Pengxiao and couldn't help but praise it. The bread that is still warm, fresh out of the oven and covered with a layer of bacon meat, looks very delicious.

It is said that when Confucius accepted his apprentices, he received a bundle of ten strips of beef jerky. It seems that a foodie teacher has a direct goal for parents to pay tuition.

"Madoka, bring the pattern, I'll take a look. Lin Zeng knew what the purpose of this taciturn little guy was to visit him with his father. Isn't it just a matter of asking him for guidance and drawing patterns?

Madoka must communicate with people through a psychic dancer in her hands, so the speed of reception and reaction is slower than that of ordinary people, but compared to ordinary autistic children, there has been a qualitative leap.

After listening to Lin Zeng's words, his eyes fell on the Mind Dancer Potted Plant, and after more than ten seconds, he looked up at Lin Zeng and said in a small voice: "Thank you!"

Xu Pengxiao turned his head sideways and held back tears, his son has been in this way for a while, but every time he sees that he can take the initiative to respond to others' words, this man can't help but want to shed tears.

This is a feeling that no one else can empathize with.

"You're welcome, come, sit down here. Lin Zeng moved the food on the table out of a space and asked Xiaoyuan to spread the paper on the table.

"Ah, Mr. Lin, you're still eating, I'm ......" Xu Pengxiao scratched his head when he saw the food on the table, and said embarrassedly.

"It's okay, eat while chatting, I have a better appetite, do you want to eat some too?" Lin Zeng greeted indifferently.

Compared with cultivating a painter, it is just a trivial matter to let this child have the ability to survive independently in his life, and spend some effort on eating.

The A4 paper was spread on the dining table, and Lin Zeng swept the picture that seemed to be exactly the same as his own drawing, and was very satisfied with this child's talent.

Of course, the pattern is still flawed.

"Mr. Lin, I found that Madoka is really talented when drawing, this complex pattern, even if I give me a month, I can't draw it exactly the same, but he observed the example you gave him for a week, and he drew exactly the same pattern. I don't think there's really anything different, but Madoka is stunned to say that the patterns he draws are very different from yours. Xu Pengxiao also sat down, and when he saw Lin Zeng looking at his son's paintings seriously, he couldn't help but open his mouth and express the doubts in his heart.

"Yes," Lin Zeng sandwiched a piece of barbecued pork, very satisfied with this apprentice who was less than five years old, "His talent is very good, I will tell him some questions first." ”

Lin Zeng put the A4 paper in front of Xiao Yuan, took a drawing pen that had not been stained with ink from the shelf in the living room, and told Xiao Yuan in detail about every problem that appeared on the pattern.

Because Lin Zeng said a lot of words, the speed and frequency of the blades of the mind dancer in front of Xiaoyuan were even faster.

Xiao Yuan watched the more and more graceful posture of the mind dancer with all his heart, and when he didn't understand the problem, he would point to that place again and ask Lin Zeng to say it again.

As for Madoka's father, Xu Pengxiao, who can understand complex engineering structures, has already heard Venus in his eyes, in the clouds, with a confused face, feeling that his IQ has dropped sharply, and these two masters and apprentices are not people from the same dimensional world.

Lin Zeng couldn't convey some pen strokes, so he could only let Xiao Yuan hold the pen and directly teach him the angle and strength of the pen.

Xu Pengxiao sat on the side, idle, and couldn't help but observe his son who was listening carefully.

At this observation, Xu Pengxiao's eyes widened. He suddenly connected his son's recent changes with the bonsai next to him.

At this time, Xu Pengxiao and his wife only felt that Xiaoyuan could communicate with people and respond to some of their simple questions, and they were extremely happy and happy.

But the authorities are obsessed, they subconsciously ignore the way Madoka receives other people's information, in fact, they are using "seeing" instead of "listening".

With common sense, they subconsciously think that Madoka never leaves the potted plant in his hand because he likes it.

It was only at this time that Xu Pengxiao was a bystander, and he was shocked to realize that all his son's eyes seemed to be on the "dancing grass" that was particularly good at dancing.

Even if you like to explain, it's full of a sense of disobedience.

Is there anything special about this bonsai?

Xu Pengxiao thought that the potted plant that his son loved was a gift from Lin Zeng, and his heart was full of doubts, but he didn't dare to interrupt the communication between their teachers and students, so he could only hold it in his heart, as uncomfortable as a hundred claws scratching his heart.

For forty minutes, Xiao Yuan did not have any distractions, and completely memorized what Lin Zeng said in his heart, without leaving a single drop. It's almost hard to do for a child of this age.

Lin Zeng ended today's dinner while eating and explaining.

Xiao Yuan carefully put away her patterns, raised her beautiful double eyelids, and said clearly to Lin Zeng: "Thank you!"

"You're welcome. Lin Zeng smiled and put away the dishes and chopsticks, hoping that this child would draw the first rune.

"Teacher Lin......" Xu Pengxiao looked at Lin Zeng, wanting to speak but stopping, looking like he wanted to say but didn't know how to speak.

"What's wrong?" Lin Zeng turned his head to look at Xu Pengxiao and asked strangely.

"Teacher Lin," Xu Pengxiao glanced at his son, who had undergone earth-shaking changes during this time, and felt that if he didn't ask this question, it was estimated that the whole person would be suffocated, so he organized his language and asked, "I want to ask you a question, about this potted plant." ”

Lin Zeng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "What do you find different about this plant?"

"Is there really something special?" Hearing Lin Zeng's almost confirmed rhetorical question, Xu Pengxiao felt incredible, like a fantasy, "I just noticed that when Xiao Yuan listened to us, his eyes fell on this dancing grass, and every time we spoke, the blades of this dancing grass had a special dancing frequency. Could it be that Madoka understood the meaning of our words through this plant?"

Xu Pengxiao said the results of his observations bluntly.

"Yes, this plant isn't actually a dancing grass, it's called Mind Dancer. Lin Zeng affirmed Xu Pengxiao's speculation, "It is difficult for autistic people to communicate with people, but this special plant can convey the pronunciation and emotions to be expressed to autistic people according to ordinary people, and they can also communicate like normal people." ”

All of Xu Pengxiao's guesses, after Lin Zeng clearly explained, the whole person was like entering a fantasy world, and he couldn't react for a while.