Yan Qing dipped the pen in ink, and when painting, she deliberately asked Zhuang Gongzi to concentrate on only looking at the knots and bamboo poles, and she was already very skilled in drawing the fusion of knots and bamboo poles. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info handed the pen to Zhuang Gongzi and said, "Come on, you come back to draw and see"

"Hey, hey!" Zhuang Ming, driven by his master, carefully repeated the part of the knots and bamboo poles over and over again, which can be a good exercise for painters.

The afternoon went by pretty quickly.

Yan Qing should be busy cooking again.

What happened at noon today, when the children saw the eldest brother enter the kitchen without knowing it, they persuaded him to leave the kitchen.

After dinner, it was time for the children to learn to draw.

Zhuang Meng entered the classroom with his younger siblings and sat in a random position.

Ji Li, who was occupied, acted as if nothing had happened, and quietly went to the position that originally belonged to the eldest brother and sat down.

Su Jin saw that they could get along harmoniously, and he was very relieved in his heart.

"Master, will you paint birds today?" Liu Xuan, who was three and a half years old, suggested cutely.

"Huh, Brother Xuan, you have to tell you what kind of birds you paint, right? Like a yellow finch is a bird, and an eagle is a bird..."

"And the thrush!magpie!" Lan Lan added with an excited smile.

When Liu Xuan heard that even Lan Lan could say that two types of flying birds came out, he was not far behind and said: "Hmm, canaries and larks, by the way, there are starlings."

After talking about several types of birds, which one should they paint?

"Big brother, what kind of birds do you think we should paint?" Jiu'er turned to her and asked.

Zhuang Luo lowered his head, twisting his own hands, he heard his little sister asking him, and asked with a smile: "Bird?

Jiu'er patiently told him about the types of birds he just mentioned, and asked him again: "You just need to choose one of them."

"Oh!" Zhuang Luo thought for a while and smiled, "Eagle!" After speaking, he opened his arms and learned to fly.

"Okay, let's draw eagles, do you have any objections?" asked them instead.

"No!" the children shook their heads in unison.

Su Jin smiled and said, "Since you want to paint eagles, then learn how to draw eagles today."

"Good!" the children cheered, not forgetting to look back at their big brother and wink.

Yan Qing stood outside and watched the children's care of Zhuang Gongzi, and smiled with Su Jin, because the children were well-behaved and sensible, she and her husband could also put their hearts at ease.

When Mr. Zhuang came to the private school to pick up Zhuang Gongzi and return home, it was not yet time for the end of class, Yan Qing took him outside the classroom to watch the children learn to paint with Zhuang Gongzi.

Su Jin corrected the deficiencies in Xin Bai's paintings, turned around, and saw that there were also deficiencies in Yan Cheng's paintings, he corrected them together, and then walked to Zhuang Gongzi's side.

Zhuang Luo paints very seriously, it seems that only when he is painting, Zhuang Gongzi's words and deeds are no different from those of a normal person.

Su Jin watched the eagle he painted, then nodded with satisfaction, and smiled at the point that he had to pay attention to in guiding his brushwork to outline the lines.

"Hehe! The dog really still obeys Mr. Su, the two painters who stayed before, and the dog has no patience at this point!" Mr. Zhuang smiled with satisfaction.

Yan Qingxiao asked, "How did Mr. Zhuang find out that Zhuang Gongzi has a high talent for painting?"

"Alas!" When asked this question, Mr. Zhuang sighed heavily and said: "His mother loves to paint, maybe he was affected by his mother's womb! Don't even cry!" If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it.

"That's it! It's not bad!" Yan Qing is not surprised, she knows very well that the world is so big, there is no reason for it to be strange.

I got out of class when I was painting.

The children handed over the drawings that the Master had already drawn, and they came out before and after.

In the classroom, Zhuang Meng was the only one who was not in a hurry to get out of class.

When Mr. Zhuang saw it, he smiled and Mrs. Su walked into the classroom, he silently walked to Luo'er's side, watched the eagle picture he painted, and saw that Luo'er was still depicting the eagle claws with his heart, and nodded with satisfaction.

After a moment, the depiction came to life.

Mr. Zhuang called, "How do you feel about learning to paint with Mr. Su?"

When Zhuang Miao heard that it was his father's voice, he happily put down the pen, and inadvertently ruined a good painting.

Yan Qing calmed Zhuang Gongzi and calmed his emotions.

At the age of ten, he is still a child after all. What's more, what happened three years ago made this child a fool. The moment Fang Cai Zhuang Gongzi hugged her and shouted "Mother", she deeply felt the deep fear in this child's heart.

"It's okay!" Yan Qing put the calligraphy and painting that Zhuang Gongzi had not finished painting in the morning in front of him, looked at him mildly and smiled, and tried to continue painting.

Zhuang Luo looked at her and nodded obediently, took the pen, and returned to a serious look in his demeanor, continuing to work on the unfinished calligraphy and painting.

When the children saw this, they still didn't dare to come out, although they didn't say anything on their mouths, they had already decided in their hearts that they would take good care of their big brother in the future.

Su Jin took the children to class.

Zhuang Luo finished a painting, put down the pen, took it and looked at it by himself with a silly smile, and then handed it to Yan Qing and said with a smile: "Master? It's painted."

"Okay!" The needle and thread in Yan Qing's hand had just passed through half of the fabric, and before she had time to pull it out, she took the calligraphy and painting, turned her head to look at him, smiled, and began to watch.

She remembers that when she was learning to paint, the first painting her husband taught her was mangosteen. At that time, it took more than half a month to learn to draw a good picture. In fact, she knew in her heart that her husband praised her in order to cultivate her interest in painting, and humbly said that she had repeatedly learned to paint knots and bamboo poles for two months before mastering the right fusion.

Yan Qing recalled it at this moment, and Jiao Rong couldn't help but smile.

Yan Qing recalled it at this moment, and Jiao Rong couldn't help but smile.

"Master, is my painting good?" Zhuang Luo saw that his sister's smile was good-looking, and he also smirked.

"Hmm!" Yan Qing came back to his senses, looked at the mangosteen painted by Zhuang Gongzi, nodded optimistically and approved: "Yes! Zhuang Gongzi used the pen to be light and heavy, straight and straight, straight and backward, and pressed with a change of frustration, the painting is good!"

The previous evaluation, Zhuang Miao listened in a daze, but when he heard the last word "good", he was immediately very happy.

"Zhuang Gongzi!" Yan Qing didn't say the shortcomings in the painting, she smiled and said: "If you paint a few more times the fusion of the knot and the bamboo pole, it will be better, in this way, the master will draw it for you first, okay?"

Zhuang Luo looked at the piece of Shi Niang's finger as if he didn't understand, clapped his hands and said happily: "Okay!