The students of the four classes on the entire playground were all active, making the small playground upside down, and it was so lively.

Lin Xiaoxiao didn't reject this kind of stupid game, but she was more worried about whether her clothes would be torn by the kid behind her......

"Ah——!!h A scream sounded, and a chick became violent. The child who was caught squatted to the side with an aggrieved face, and could only watch others playing happily there.

Then, little by little, the team decreased. Finally, there was no one behind Lin Xiaoxiao.

Seeing the eagle smirking at her, Lin Xiaoxiao knew each other very well - threw herself into the eagle's arms.

It's not that she wants to be lazy, but seeing that her classmates before and after are all sweating profusely, and she doesn't even have the slightest bead of sweat, she really can't bear to continue, if she wants to hide, she feels that this eagle may not be able to catch herself even if it takes a whole day, in order to make the game have an ending, she has to sacrifice herself.

The eleventh long holiday is the best time for people across the country to relax and travel, students are on vacation, factories are suspended, and units are resting. Except for a few units and those large shopping malls, it is basically a good day for everyone to rest.

Lin Xiaoxiao finally adapted to this kind of study and life in the period after the start of school, and at the same time, she felt more and more that it was sometimes inconvenient - for example, when she wanted to rest and paint, she was disturbed by the children who suddenly came to her outside, and she obviously wanted to use the holiday time to go out to collect materials, but she was forcibly taken out by Lin's father and mother to take pictures around.

In the past few days, Lin Xiaoxiao and Dad Lin each carried a camera, and went to Nanxing Park again, one to take pictures of people, one to take pictures, and Dad Lin finally went home angrily, complaining that his daughter did not cooperate with him.

Lin Xiaoxiao was speechless, she had obviously cooperated with more than a dozen photos, and Dad Lin still said this about herself, how could she be embarrassed......

The weather is getting colder and colder, and there is no heating in the classroom at that time, let alone the classroom, how many of the buildings built here have ambiguous gas? The gas supply will have to wait at least until the mid-nineties, so a big stove is burning in the Tai'an Street Primary School where Lin Xiaoxiao is located.

The stove is in the back of the classroom, the relatively tall students take advantage of it, it is closer to there, the class is warm and roaring, the most pitiful is the student sitting at the door, because the window in the classroom is quite tightly sealed, but the door will open and close from time to time even if it is tightly closed, and the cold air and cold air will float from outside the door to the classroom.

The students in class are all wearing coats and thick shoes, and parents can't wait to put on a few more pairs of gloves for their babies.

"Lin Xiaoxiao, what do you watch after class every day?" Li Jun noticed that Lin Xiaoxiao had not been a day or two, at first he just saw that when he came back from class, he occasionally stuffed a big thick book into his schoolbag, and then because he was too curious, he also peeked at Lin Xiaoxiao when he went out of class, but he couldn't recognize any other words except for the simple "one, two, three, four hundred thousand", plus he and Lin Xiaoxiao could only sit at the same table every other week, so he gave up.

After class that day, because the weather was too cold, Li Jun didn't go out to play with other boys, and saw Lin Xiaoxiao take out a big thick book, and the two sat at the same table again, so they couldn't help but ask.

"Translating novels." Lin Xiaoxiao lowered her head and responded casually.

Because she reads books faster than she eats, and her free time is too rich, she once asked him to help her get a library card in the city library when she went out with Gu Chengyun.

These days, she is studying foreign novels, of course, not in the original language, but in English, French, Latin and so on, she can't understand all of them.

Anyway, the elementary school students get out of school early, and even if she returns to Lin's house, she can use the excuse of playing with her classmates to go to the city library that is relatively far away.

"Translation...... Novel? Li Jun's head was confused, "What is translation?" Is it the traitor lackey played in the movie? ”

Lin Xiaoxiao was looking at it refreshedly, and coughed when Li Jun asked this question, then raised his head, looked at Li Jun seriously, and said, "You can go home and ask your mother this question." ”

"Oh." Li Jun nodded, looked at the blackboard thoughtfully, and looked contemplative.

A bell rang, and the art teacher, still surnamed Wang, walked briskly into the classroom.

"Today, we don't have to draw butterflies like butterflies in the book, we can draw whatever we want." In order to stimulate the children's imagination, Mr. Wang deliberately emphasized that they do not need to follow the drawings of the book, as long as they use their imagination.

Taking out crayons from the schoolbag and spreading out a blank piece of paper, Lin Xiaoxiao put her hands on her cheeks and pondered.

It's hard for her to draw, it's hard to draw like a child.

It's true that she is learning to paint with Gu Chengyun now, but the school doesn't know about this, and Zhang Guangqi didn't mention this when he helped her through the back door, but just said that he had a friend's child who wanted to go to elementary school a year early.

Therefore, except for a few teachers in the school who have heard of Lin Xiaoxiao's name, they no longer know about her other situations, and the head teacher learned some about the Lin family from Lin's father and Lin mother.

She knows calligraphy and painting, and she doesn't need to let the school know, but it will add a lot of trouble after she knows, so in the previous art class, she first aimed at the level of the classmates around her, and then worked hard to draw close to the level of children, so the art teacher never found any difference between her and other students.

Then ...... Draw a random one, right?

Thinking of this, Lin Xiaoxiao squinted at the drawing paper in Li Jun's hand beside him, thought about it, and then started to draw.

What kind of painting looks like a child's drawing? The lines are not too straight, the colors are very rich, and the application method is a little confusing...... Hmm, that's pretty much it, isn't it?

After a while, Lin Xiaoxiao drew a big butterfly composed of twelve colored crayons, and then sat up straight with satisfaction.

Drawing butterflies is very simple, and many students have completed their works in about the same time, and Mr. Wang is looking at them one after another from the leftmost column. If the painting is good, nod, and if the painting is bad, you will point out, and it seems to be very responsible.

After a while, he turned to Lin Xiaoxiao's side.

Mr. Wang first looked at Li Jun's, and the painting was decent, but the triangle of the butterfly's wings was too square, like the air bomber of later generations.

Then, I saw Lin Xiaoxiao's one.

Teacher Wang looked at the twelve-colored butterfly, which seemed to be the largest in the class, and was stunned for a long time, then he picked up the painting with his mouth half open and a surprised face.

The art class was originally a sub-subject, and the students' grades were small, so Mr. Wang was now looking at the paintings one by one, and didn't care about the students who spoke in a low voice, so there was a "Weng Weng" sound all around.

"Lin Xiaoxiao......" Teacher Wang was stunned for a long time before he spoke, Lin Xiaoxiao seriously doubted that she was thundered by her own "masterpiece", it is estimated that she is already scorched on the outside and tender on the inside at this time, right?

Teacher Wang seemed to have just regained his senses, bent over, and put the painting in his hand back on Lin Xiaoxiao's table: "Do you want to go to the Children's Palace?" ”

"Huh?!" This time, if Lin Xiaoxiao is scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, is he painting very well? Does Mr. Wang think he has the potential to be Picasso?

"The art class of the Children's Palace starts at 7 p.m. every Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, you go home today and tell your father that he will take you to the Children's Palace to find an art teacher surnamed Zhao, and he will say that he was introduced by Mr. Wang from Tai'an Street Primary School." Teacher Wang thinks that such a young child can't understand what he means, but there should be nothing wrong with repeating it.

"Huh?" Lin Xiaoxiao continued to open her mouth in a daze, looking at Teacher Wang with a stupid expression.

Without the slightest doubt, Mr. Wang slowly repeated his words, and then walked to the table of the students behind him and continued to check their paintings.

Lin Xiao laughed for a long time, and after Mr. Wang finished reading the paintings in this row where she was, she slowly returned to her soul - she wanted me to go to the Children's Palace to learn to paint?!

Thinking about this, Lin Xiaoxiao picked up her twelve-colored butterfly without any ladylike demeanor and looked at it repeatedly, not understanding what is good about this painting?

"Lin Xiaoxiao, it's so good, Teacher Wang asked you to go to the Children's Palace!" Li Jun rubbed his "postmodern aircraft version of the little butterfly" with envy in his eyes.

"Do you know what the Children's Palace does?" Lin Xiaoxiao glanced at him helplessly, she really wanted to give this good opportunity to others, but unfortunately, it is estimated that Li Jun will be returned if he goes, right?

“…… Children's Palace...... There seem to be a lot of places where you can take classes in the Children's Palace, and the people who can go there are amazing! I've heard my mom say that. Li Jun thought about it for a long time, and then he organized the language.

Lin Xiaoxiao nodded, it was very powerful, but ...... She didn't have to......

Before the end of class, Mr. Wang specially instructed Lin Xiaoxiao again, Lin Xiaoxiao opened her mouth and was about to explain, when the bell rang after class, and Mr. Wang dropped a sentence "Don't forget!" "People, like a puff of smoke, floated out.

Meow, what are you doing so fast? There's no ghost chasing you in the back......