There is no change in the teachers of each subject this semester, and they are all the same teachers from last semester, except for the art teachers.

I hope that Mr. Liu will also have art and singing in heaven, without discrimination and suffering.

The new art teacher is a female teacher, petite, slightly chubby, with black-rimmed glasses, a little serious when she doesn't smile, she doesn't like to laugh much, and she looks very young.

Most of the time in art class, we were allowed to read art books and draw by ourselves, and the class was similar to other main classes, according to the textbook table of contents, chapter by chapter, and the homework had to be handed in, and she would mark it.

Art classes have become less interesting, somewhat depressing, and less lively.

However, I still like to draw very much, and if it weren't for Mr. Liu's comparison, I wouldn't be so nitpicky.

It's just that the first art class at the beginning of the school is a bit long, and the teacher has talked about two chapters, and there is no class, pure theoretical knowledge, no practical operation.

Some of the students in the classroom were almost asleep listening to this.

The teacher said, "That's all for the first lesson." Let's do it yourself. ”

The art class is originally a sub-class within the sub-course, there is no final exam, it is all based on the interests of the students, and there are teachers who love art to mobilize the atmosphere.

But looking at this young female teacher in her early twenties and less than thirty, I couldn't feel her love for art.

Every word she says in class is telling us that she is in class, she is a teacher, it is up to you to listen or not, it is okay to sleep, just don't talk, if you can do less, you can do less, why be so serious?

People who don't like art will not choose to engage in art nine times out of ten, assuming that the art teacher has a high salary, inducing a group of people who have no intention of art to do this business, but they must have liked this thing at first.

What is it that kills our passion for hobbies?

It is said that "do one line and hate one line", I don't understand what I said, since I am tired of it, why not give up?

Why force yourself to stick to what you don't like, and then kill other people's expectations?

Convey some concepts to students: art is useless, this thing is very hard, tiring and expensive, you must not study in the future, do a good job in the high school entrance examination, take the college entrance examination, and go to university well.

We were originally so smart and lovely, all of us special, but finally under the carving of the big knife here in the years, we became the same and boring.

The first impression was not very good, I didn't like this female teacher very much, maybe it was because I hadn't taken off the colored glasses yet.

After all, not all art teachers are Mr. Liu, they can all be Mr. Liu.

After a long time, you will get used to it, and you will be less picky and tired.

"Bell bell bell ......"

Finally class is over.

The art teacher, Mr. Zhao, also smiled and said happily: "Class is over!" ”

Li Ling shouted: "Stand up!" ”

We almost cheered: "Goodbye, teacher." ”

She turned away briskly, throwing us a cheerful back.

In a trance, I seemed to see an innocent girl, painting day and night, dreaming of becoming a painter, but it backfired, and came to this rural middle school to be a painting teacher......

After class is a relief for her, maybe she is not willing to be just a teacher, just like me, if I can not study, I don't want to go to jail here......

I like to be happy in life and not complain all the time.

I also hope that when I am in my twenties, I can have the right to choose, do what I want to do, and live a happier and freer life, just like the birds in the tree, after the wings are full, I have my own four seasons and blue sky.

Thinking of this, I opened my drawing book, turned to the page, and added a round sun, a few soft clouds, and a flock of birds flying happily over the bamboo I painted last year.

This painting suddenly became a little more cheerful and agile, and I estimated that I felt the branches of the bamboo and thought: it's time to put it down.

Many things in life start from being lost, time has smoothed all the uneasy, slowly, we begin to let go, although life is short, always find a way to live a little more tasteful, not in vain to come to the world to go once.

Wang Qin's little hand reached out to me, let go, and a handful of melon seeds fell on my table.

I looked up at her, and she smiled and said, "My family bought a lot of melon seeds for the New Year, and this taste is not bad, try it." ”

I smiled, picked up one and stuffed it into my mouth, the light cream was sweet, and there was a slight salty taste, this melon seed was very special.

I grabbed the second one and said to her, "It's really good, it's fragrant and sweet." ”

She smirked "hehe" for a long time, then distributed the melon seeds to the classmates at the front and back tables, returned to her seat, suddenly leaned over, quietly observed my painting, and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

I was coloring my painting with colored pencils, and I looked at the painting in front of me carefully, and said, "I didn't do anything, just a painting that I didn't finish last year, and I suddenly remembered it, and I added a few strokes, thinking that I could add some color." ”

She played with my colored pencil and said, "Oh, I suddenly realized that you are not the same as Ling Yue I knew before. ”

I knocked the melon seeds and asked casually, "Huh?" How is it different? ”

Wang Qin smiled and put my colored pencil back into the pen holder, and said, "It's nothing, it's just that I feel like you looked out the window just now, and your expression in a daze seems to be a little lost."

I thought that it would be much better to eat something delicious when I was in a bad mood, and then I remembered that when I came to school a few days ago, I used a small bag to fill some melon seeds...... How's it going, are you feeling better? ”

I put down the paintbrush in my hand, turned my head to look at her seriously, she was a little embarrassed by me, took out a small mirror from the drawer, looked at it, and asked, "Why are you looking at me like this?" I thought I had something dirty on my face. ”

I smiled, raised my eyebrows at her, and said, "It's nothing, I just want to ask, are there still melon seeds?" ”

Wang Qin: "......"

I pointed to a few melon seeds on the table and said embarrassedly, "Hehe, I'm almost done." ”

She opened the schoolbag, took out a handful from the bag, put it in my palm, and said stingily: "Here, I don't have much of it, this is the last one for you, and there will be no more." ”

I took the melon seeds, pretended to be indifferent, and said, "Oh, I see. However, Wang Qin. ”

She zipped up her bag and responded, "Huh? ”

I smiled and said, "Thank you." ”

Wang Qin scratched her hair, squinted and smiled: "You are my good friend, don't be so polite." ”

I took out a clean piece of stationery, put her melon seeds on the paper, carefully wrapped it, folded it into a boxy bag, and put it in the dark compartment on the back of the bag.

Wang Qin was a little puzzled and asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

I smiled and said, "This is the first friendship I received in junior high school, and I want to treasure it, take it home, and put it in a small box." ”

Wang Qin felt a little awkward, and muttered in a low voice: "You are a person, then let it be." ”

I smiled and said nothing, thinking gratefully: I just feel as if you understand me, thank you, sweet little angel.