Finally, it's time for another painting class, one session a week, and the seven days of waiting seem like a century.

The art teacher's painting is very good, forty years old, surnamed Liu, graduated from Peking University, writes a good hand, and has a golden voice, sometimes gets up early, and can hear him singing by the vegetable field practicing bel canto, the singing is melodious and chic, and it can be comparable to the male singer who sings in the Spring Festival Gala on TV.

It was a little far away, and although I couldn't hear the exact content of his singing, I always felt that the song was telling a somewhat poignant story, and like a book that I would never understand if I hadn't experienced it.

I think that as long as I have taken Mr. Liu's art class, in addition to his "great god" level painting, I will definitely be impressed by the scar on his right forehead that is as big as a whole egg.

I remember going to one of his classes, and seeing him wearing a very old blue shirt, a pair of black shorts, dark skin, walking with a limp, and a large chunk of his right forehead, I really thought that someone who picked up the rags somewhere accidentally mixed into the classroom.

It can be seen that he moved step by step from the back door to the podium, and his mind was also full of doubts.

"Hello students! I'm Mr. Liu, who asked you to paint. When I was thirty-three years old, I was hit by a big truck on the street on a motorcycle, and I was in a coma for several days. Open the drawing book, I'll teach you how to draw bamboo today. With that, he turned away, picked up the chalk, and drew on the blackboard.

Everyone hurriedly took out pens and notebooks and followed him to draw.

"You've seen this bamboo, it's growing section by section, and it's getting thinner and thinner from the root to the top." As he spoke, he quickly drew three bamboo poles.

Speaking of bamboo, but the three friends of the year are also my childhood friends. Behind the backyard of my grandfather's small mud house is a large bamboo forest. It is dense, and there is only about one and a half people between the bamboos.

Every winter, just after the Spring Festival, my grandfather would carry a hoe and take me up the back mountain, next to the thick bamboo at the mouth of the bowl, touching the winter bamboo shoots one by one. I was like a little heel, carrying a small bamboo basket, and when he dug up the winter bamboo shoots, I put the bamboo basket on the ground and caught this beautiful "lunch", thinking that I could eat delicious and juicy winter bamboo shoots boiled eggs later, just looking at the "winter bamboo shoots" wrapped in black and brown fur and stained with a lot of damp mud, I couldn't help but swallow.

"You see, now that the trunk is painted, the next thing we have to do is to draw the branches and bamboo leaves. Do any of you know how to draw bamboo leaves?" Teacher Liu turned around and asked.

Well? What bamboo leaves...... Oh, I was in art class, not digging bamboo shoots in the mountains, but when I came back to my senses, I could only swallow dryly.

Immediately raised his hand and said very excitedly: "I, me, me!" I know! Teacher, I know. ”

"Okay, just the female classmate who raised her hand over there, you can tell me how to draw bamboo leaves." The teacher looked at me expectantly.

"Actually, a handful of bamboo leaves are very similar to chicken feet, three small pieces are put together, and then bamboo branches are attached." I replied confidently.

"Okay, you're on point. Very nice, please sit down. After the teacher finished speaking, he hurriedly continued to draw bamboo branches and bamboo leaves, and within three minutes, a lifelike bamboo was perfectly presented in front of us, which was really similar to the bamboo I saw in my memory!

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would have associated the painting on the blackboard with the person in front of you, who looked sloppy and a little hideous. After all, if you look at his appearance, he doesn't have the artistic atmosphere of a personable talent like he played on TV.

"Students, my bamboo painting is finished, you must remember that the key point of painting bamboo is that the bamboo is thinner than the other from bottom to top, and the bamboo leaves are three leaves and one piece, which naturally grows on the bamboo branch at will, not too dense. I'm done teaching today.,You can draw it in the next time.,If you don't know, you can raise your hand and ask me.。 ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the classmates burst into warm applause.

Although I don't know what other people think in their hearts, anyway, I was completely conquered by his painting skills, but I was faintly sad in my heart, and I couldn't help but think: such a powerful artist, if there was no car accident at the beginning, where would he shine now, would he have already achieved a generation of good stories in the art world, as dazzling as the stars in the sky, how could he still teach in this poor country and sometimes be sober and sometimes crazy?

Really, God is jealous of talent!

Because his brain injury was too serious before, his spirit was good and bad, and sometimes he was like a fool when he was not awake. So some teachers simply called him "Liu Fool", and some directly called him a fool.

Maybe he has already looked down on everything, so he doesn't care about these malice.

It's been three minutes since the class bell rang, and Mr. Liu hasn't shown up yet.

It's okay, he walks slowly, and we don't blame him. He will definitely come, we believe in him, he is a good teacher, not a "fool".

Two minutes later, he finally arrived!

"Stand up!" Yang Yang shouted.

"Hello teacher!" We stood up, bowed and shouted.

"Sit down." After Yang Yang finished speaking, we quickly sat down.

"Hello students, let the students wait for a long time, it rained yesterday, and the road is not easy to walk today. Today we are going to draw a portrait and draw a man's side face. Let's take out a pen and a drawing book first. After saying something apologetic, he picked up the chalk and turned to paint.

I watched him paint seriously, and I was deeply inspired, and while learning from him, I also picked up a pen and drew according to his drawings in a notebook.

"The bridge of the man's nose sometimes has more humps than the woman, so it looks a little tougher, you see, right here, you can draw a little raised hump." After Mr. Liu finished speaking, he gave us a demonstration. I saw that he changed a slightly longer piece of chalk and gently drew the handsome hump like a small hill. This little hump nose actually reminds me of Liu Yifei's side face, and her nose also has such a small hump.

After he finished painting the nose, mouth, and chin, he went on to paint the eyebrows, eyes, ears, and hair. A clear-eyed man's face appeared on the blackboard like this.

When he finished drawing, he put down the chalk and instructed us to follow the drawings by ourselves, and then "patrolled" us between the groups to see what we had drawn, and if we encountered bad drawings, he would carefully teach and guide us to finish and revise.

I carefully observed this portrait of the side face, remembered the self-portrait that Van Gogh painted for himself, and had some reverie, so I leaned over to Tian Mi next to me and whispered: "Do you think Mr. Liu was so high-spirited back then?"

After hearing this, she looked up at me, and then leaned into my ear and said, "I heard that Mr. Liu was indeed very handsome before he was in trouble." When he first came to Lingnan, his popularity was very high, and he was also one of the candidates when the principal was re-elected, but God was jealous of the talent, he encountered the car accident and almost lost his life, let alone running for the principal. ”

"Alas! It's a pity that a good life was ruined by a car accident. I sighed and continued to paint.

I was painting my hair seriously, but I didn't even notice that Mr. Liu was passing by our group.

"Very good, your drawing is very similar, not bad, keep up the good work." I saw him standing next to me, looking at my painting and boasting.

I was embarrassed to be praised by him like this. The face turned red as soon as I "brushed". I don't know how to answer, and I don't dare to answer. I looked up and smiled at him, and went on to add hair to my "paintings".

When the teacher turned around and went to the other room to "patrol", the students in the front row quickly turned around and craned their necks to look at my drawing. I hurriedly covered the painting with both hands, so that it was not snatched by his claws, and avoided the "honor" of being circulated by the whole class.

As if there was no chance left, he turned back to drawing his own with a bored expression on his face. He is Zhang Lei's classmate, he likes to see me embarrassed, and he doesn't think it's a big deal, if he gets a chance, maybe he will have to sarcastically mock me.

However, this class was praised by Mr. Liu, ah, I am so happy, it seems that I am very talented in painting, I can't help but secretly rejoice in my heart, happier than eating a big bowl of eggs and spring bamboo shoots alone.

But when I was writing a diary in my evening self-study, I couldn't help but sigh for Mr. Liu's "tragic fate" again, and quoted the sentence I don't know where I heard it: "Life is impermanent, there are too many variables, and you never know which will come first, tomorrow or the accident." So, cherish the present and live in the moment. ”