Spring is old, when will spring clothes begin? The waves of the water are low, the banana leaves are stable, and the wind is soft and light. Singing music rises to the level.

After a light rain, where is not to urge ploughing. The hundred tongues are speechless, and the partridges are singing in the depths of the forest. Spring color is turnip.

In front of Chu Feng, there was such a scene.

He looked at all kinds of things outside the window, and only felt that looking out of every window in the south, east, west, and north, what he saw was a picture that did not need to be carved at all. Mountains in the south, water in the west, and fertile fields in the east. Chu Feng suddenly understood why even if there were wicked people in Tianluo Village making trouble, Mr. Cheng Yuan was reluctant to move again.

When asked about this, Mr. Cheng Yuan smiled and said: "Moving always has to be moved, after all, if you live in seclusion in one place for a long time, the word 'hidden' will be gone." ”

Mr. Cheng Yuan is a person who doesn't like mundane things, and what he hates most is human affection, emptiness and grievances, this kind of thing is probably more uncomfortable for him than life and death.

Now at this time, the spring breeze outside the house surrounds the corridor, and the mouth and nose are filled with a fragrance mixed with peach blossoms and plum blossoms, mixed with the ink fragrance in the house, which is quite a bit of literati elegance.

Mr. Cheng Yuan got up, wearing a coarse cloth robe at random, and sat there at this time, carefully looking at the four paintings handed over by Chu Feng.

Chu Feng stood aside, faintly nervous.

The four paintings are all the "Spring Peach Picture" that he is studying, and he obeys the teacher's orders, one painting a day, and the heart is ten, but I don't know how it will be judged in the eyes of the teacher.

Xiao Liuzi pushed the door and came in with tea at this time, his eyes rolled over the paintings, his face showed a somewhat contemptuous expression, and he turned his head and glared at Chu Feng a few times, and there was clearly a bit of eagerness in his eyes.

Chu Feng didn't understand that he was asking for osmanthus candy, so he smiled and cleaned up a little quietly, and pointed to his sleeve pocket.

Xiao Liuzi was relieved, but he still snorted arrogantly, and retreated with his little chin raised.

"Chu Lang, at what age did you start learning to paint? Who did you learn from? The room was quiet, and Mr. Cheng Yuan suddenly asked.

Chu Feng thought for a while, bowed down and replied, "At first, I just smeared it by myself, and if I officially started learning, I should be five or six years old." They were all taught by my father, and I couldn't say how formal they were, but occasionally I was taught to draw two strokes when I was free. ”

"Hey!" When Mr. Cheng Yuan heard this, he stopped talking and continued to look at the paintings.

Chu Feng was a little unsettled by this sneer. When he was a child, he began to learn sketching at the age of four or five, and then slowly switched to Chinese painting. The reason why I told Mr. Cheng Yuan that he was five or six years old was because the ancients counted the imaginary age, and the later generations counted the age of one year, and the difference of one year is not a lie.

As for the father...... Naturally, it's a pretense. It's just that I was sent to an interest class to study when I was a child, and the teacher's surname has long been forgotten. It's just that there is no way to explain this kind of thing to the people at this time, so I have to pretend to do so.

"Your father, I'm afraid he's not as good as you in painting now, right?" Mr. Cheng Yuan coldly said again.

"This ......" The picture teacher who enlightened the children, of course, did not have any advanced means, Chu Fengsi said with a wry smile, "The apprentice is not very clear. ”

"I don't know?" Mr. Cheng Yuan was stunned when he heard this, the contempt on his face before was dissipated, and he turned his head to look at Chu Feng, "Isn't it taught by your father?" How is your father painting now, ...... I don't know? ”

"Hmm." Chu Feng smiled slightly, "I haven't seen it for many years." ”

It's not a lie, when I was in junior high school, my father and I could still see each other every year during the Chinese New Year, and after high school, only child support was sent.

Mr. Cheng Yuan realized something, but he just misunderstood that Chu Feng's father had died early, and he knew that he was speechless, so he frowned, but he no longer comforted him.

Chu Feng didn't care, he also knew that the teacher was not the kind of person who would comfort people, and besides, he didn't need the sympathy of others.

"Although this may be disrespectful to your father, I, as a master, must also say it." Mr. Cheng Yuan looked at the four paintings and frowned, "You started your pen early, it stands to reason that children who are less than six or seven years old, whether it is calligraphy or painting, should not use the pen easily." Children are weak and must have insufficient strength when they start learning, so they need to use other things to make up for it, and the most commonly used is posture. If the posture of holding the pen is not perfect, there will naturally be problems in the force used. If you're just an ordinary person, if you want to improve your painting, it's a question that you have to change. Chu Lang, when you hold the pen, it is obvious that the tip of the pen will tilt slightly to the right, which is the result of insufficient force on the fingers and remedying it with your arms. ”

From the painting, you can see the problem of his posture holding the pen, Chu Feng was amazed in his heart, and he couldn't help but blush.

The ancients were very different from the later generations in this respect. Thousands of years later, parents are eager for their children to be born to write, and they will be proud of how many words their children can write at the age of three. But the ancients of this era have never encouraged children to use pens early.

In their opinion, it is best for children to start learning words at the age of six or seven. It's not because of anything else, it's just that when the child is three or four years old, four or five years old, the joints and muscles of the fingers, palms, and arms have not yet developed well, and at this time, writing will naturally lose a lot of spiritual things. And once a habit is formed, it becomes more difficult to change it in the future. And this is also the problem that Chu Feng is facing.

He knew this problem, and the teacher a thousand years later also pointed it out, but he was already in a hurry to take the art exam at that time, and he couldn't correct the rigid board for a while, and he only thought that it would not be too late to change it in the future.

Moreover, to be honest, although his posture of holding the pen is not very standard, it is only a slight gap, according to Chu Feng's thoughts, there should be no problem delay, but I didn't expect that now he was caught by Mr. Cheng Yuan.

"It's not a trivial matter, if you don't apply enough force to your fingers, the wrist will be slightly stiff and not smooth enough. But it's strange to say, why your "Smoke and Rain Picture of West Lake" is so much better, I didn't see it from that painting at the time......" Mr. Cheng Yuan mused.

When Chu Feng heard this, he subconsciously recalled all the things that happened before and after painting that day, and Leng Buding thought of a reason, and his face turned even redder for a while. I can't tell if I should be ashamed or laughed. I couldn't help blushing with embarrassment and touched my nose in disgrace.

"How?" Mr. Cheng Yuan was stunned when he saw this, "It seems that you know?" Let's hear it. ”

"Uh......" Chu Feng scratched his head, recalling the situation that day, a little embarrassed, "Before painting that day...... I drank some wine, and I don't know if it has anything to do with this. ”

Cheng Yuan was stunned for a moment, then stroked his palms and laughed: "Interesting! Interesting! It is said that wine is bold and intimidating, but your courage is not strong, but your wrist is indeed a lot more relaxed! I see, it seems that Chu Lang is quite a little arrogant after being drunk, and he has expressed it in the pen. ”

"Wine is strong and intimidating", this is not a good word no matter how you listen to it, the partial life was used on himself by the teacher, Chu Feng listened to it, and couldn't help but smile embarrassedly.

Either way, it's always wrong for underage drinking to drink. Although there was no distillation method in this era, the alcohol content of the liquor was extremely low, but the amount of alcohol was ...... Hey.

I only heard Mr. Cheng Yuan continue: "Using wine to relax your wrist can only relieve you for a while, but it can't change your life." Since you worship me as a teacher, the first thing I want you to change is this matter. If you can't change it, I won't be able to teach it in the future. ”

Chu Feng saw that the teacher said solemnly, where did he dare not listen, and he responded solemnly at the moment. I couldn't help but think silently in my heart, as the so-called strict teacher produces a high apprentice, it is a good thing that Mr. Cheng Yuan is strict with himself.

After that, Mr. Cheng Yuan didn't delay, and directly stuffed a brush in Chu Feng's hand, and asked Chu Feng to write and draw something for himself at will.

Chu Feng responded, and he didn't get ink, but only wrote the word "Yong" on the table.

Mr. Cheng Yuan bowed his head and said: "Yongzi Eight Methods, but from this point of view, you should also have some attainments in calligraphy." But if you look at it for yourself, it is obvious that the position of the middle finger of your right hand is too close to the center of the pen, and it is precisely because of this that the force will appear insufficient, and you must use the strength of the wrist and arm to make up for it, and the result is a bit right-leaning. ”

After that, Mr. Cheng Yuan corrected Chu Feng's posture of holding the pen one by one, and nodded after being satisfied.

"Alright, you can go."

"Huh?" Chu Feng was slightly stunned.

Mr. Cheng Yuan waved his hand casually: "This week, as a teacher, I won't leave you a copy of the painting, you just change this one thing." When you hold the pen and correct it and then start painting again, if you listen to the advice, the same is true for calligraphy, and stop for a while. ”

"Boy understands." Chu Feng agreed, but couldn't help but hesitate a little, "Although it is to correct the brushwork, don't you need to practice it together?" Otherwise, it will still feel uncomfortable to put pen to paper, right? ”

Mr. Cheng Yuan glanced at him when he heard this, although he didn't say a word, Chu Feng saw the meaning inside...... You're so powerful, why are you still apprenticed?

Chu Feng couldn't help laughing, admitting his mistake, and didn't dare to say more.

"Teachers are not smart people, so the way to teach people is very stupid. In my opinion, if something is wrong, you can change it, and the way to change it is very simple, just like this posture of holding a pen, just holding it still. The corners of Mr. Cheng Yuan's mouth raised slightly, revealing a little cold and hard self-satisfaction, "You just take it like this, don't even relax when you sleep, you come here as a teacher in three days, I will accept the results." ”

Chu Feng's heart jumped, and he couldn't relax when he slept...... In other words, to sleep with the pen in your hand? What else do you need to say?

Mr. Cheng Yuan looked at the wry smile on Chu Feng's face, glanced at him, and sneered: "Don't think I'm strict." Since you have become my apprentice, you must not lose my reputation. If you can't even do this little thing, you don't have to come to me again. ”

Where did Chu Feng dare to have any objections, he secretly stuck out his tongue and responded with a wry smile.

Of course, I know in my heart that Mr. Cheng Yuan teaches himself so harshly, and he is also responsible for himself. It's just that the gap between people is really not small, and Mr. Wenduan is afraid that he will never do such a thing.

After Nuo Nuo responded, Chu Feng was blasted out of the room by the teacher on the pretext of making up for sleep.

Still holding the pen in his right hand, Chu Feng looked at his right hand, and then at Qiankun Langlang, and couldn't help but sigh lightly.

"Well deserved!" Xiao Liuzi came out of nowhere, grimacing proudly at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng smiled and sighed: "Be careful that I don't give you candy to eat." ”

Xiao Liuzi's face changed suddenly, and he glared at Chu Feng angrily: "Why don't you give it to me?" You said yes last time! ”

"Good, good! Give give, give! Chu Feng smiled and coaxed, "But the osmanthus candy is in my left sleeve pocket, my posture is inconvenient, you can take it yourself." ”

When Xiao Liuzi heard this, he hurriedly stepped forward to get it, unfolded the paper bag and took a look, and smiled.

took a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, Xiao Liuzi was satisfied, and remembered something: "By the way, someone is waiting for you outside." ”

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There is another chapter in the afternoon

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