Before the incident caused by the tape happened, Lin Mushuang changed her plans for the weekend.

Sunday morning. Before An Kang got up, Lin Mushuang entered his room: "Brother, let's go to the riverside today." ”

"It's not that Xiao Li who is driving is gone."

"Oh, we can't go without Xiao Li? We can take the bus. ”

Taking the bus to Lujiazui is very troublesome. Not only do you have to change trains, but also the bus stops and stops, which takes a lot of time.

I went out at eight o'clock in the morning and arrived at the river at almost eleven o'clock.

Ankang is not interested in the construction site in Lujiazui at all, he just wants to stay by the river and see the scenery of the Bund on the other side, the high-rise buildings in Puxi, and the style of Shanghai.

Although the Huangpu River is called a river, it is not wide. The Bund on the other side seems to be within reach, and the faces of tourists on the other side are clearly visible.

Ankang, who is in Pudong, has a special affection for Puxi, because the other side of the river is the Shanghai in Ankang's mind.

Although Lin Mushuang is also very interested in Puxi, she came with a task after all, so she took the trouble to walk through construction site after construction site with An Kang, carefully looking for the objects she thought had both form and chiaroscuro.

It's a pity that objects that meet her sketching standards are hard to find. The large-scale development of Pudong is now just a rumor, and the state has not issued a formal policy. However, this does not prevent many enterprises from taking land to build buildings in Pudong in advance. The so-called building is only a plan, and most of them are just fenced off and leveled.

Ankang has no interest in these unaesthetic landscapes, he still carries books to study, where Lin Mushuang sketches, he sits next to Lin Mushuang and reads his own books.

Occasionally, passers-by walked past these two children and stopped to watch Lin Mushuang painting.

Ankang was a little uncomfortable being watched like this, but Lin Mushuang seemed to be used to being watched, and still ignored it as before, and only concentrated on painting his own paintings.

It's still far from summer, but it's starting to get hot. Ankang saw the sweat on the back of Lin Mushuang's neck, and he couldn't bear it, so he stopped reading and took the book to her as a fan.

"Brother, you're so nice!" Lin Mushuang smiled at An Kang and continued to paint her paintings.

"The little girl is a good drawing!" A voice rang out behind them.

The two looked back, and a man wearing a hard hat and glasses looked at the two of them with a smile.

Lin Mushuang finally felt a little uncomfortable like Ankang at this time.

An Kang glanced at Lin Mushuang's drawing board, and the various lines looked very messy. He doesn't think it's good at all. So the wisest thing to do at this time is to open your eyes and close your mouth.

The man stretched out his hand and pointed to the upper right corner of the sketchpad and said, "The lines of this place are particularly well presented. Ordinary people would not dare to use such long lines for sketching. You're a bold little girl. Three long lines express this dynamic. You've been learning to draw for a long time, right? ”

"I've been studying for two years."

"After two years of study, I was able to draw to this level. That's great! ”

The man looked at it for a while, then looked at his watch and left.

An Kang leaned over and looked at the three long lines on the paper carefully, and was puzzled: what is so good about these three lines?

"What are you looking at?" Lin Mushuang was praised and was in a good mood.

"Look at the three lines."

"You don't understand, do you?"

An Kang nodded.

"Come on, I'll try to change the paper." Saying that, Lin Mushuang changed the drawing board with a piece of paper, gave the pencil to Ankang, and asked him to try.

An Kang also drew three lines on the gourd scoop, which was exactly the same as Lin Mushuang's painting.

Lin Mushuang laughed.

"Isn't it good to draw?" Ankang took the two pieces of paper and compared them seriously.

"It's good to draw well, but it's not a sketch the way you draw it. Sketching is not about embroidery, it's not about elaborate carving, it's about ...... I forgot the word my teacher told me...... Oh yes, verve and freehand. ”

"What is Shen Yun and Freehand?" These two words are indeed very abstract for Ankang, who grew up in the countryside and only knew how to read except to help his parents with farm work.

Lin Mushuang couldn't explain such an abstract word, and she still didn't understand it after talking about it for a long time.

When An Kang and Lin Mushuang returned home from Lujiazui, there were many people in the house.

When my aunt saw An Kang and Lin Mushuang coming back, she locked them in the room and told them not to come out. The two of them heard an argument outside, but they couldn't understand what was going on.

After a while, my aunt entered the room, gave Ankang ten yuan, and asked him to take Lin Mushuang out to eat mung bean popsicles.

Ankang knew that his aunt wanted to take them away, so he took a few villain books and took his cousin to find a shop that sold cold drinks and read while eating popsicles.

When they got home at dinner time, the people were gone. My aunt made dinner for the brother and sister, and then went out with my uncle.

There was a change in business in my uncle's shop, which made the atmosphere of the whole family very depressing.

Fortunately, Ankang is more sensible, and every day after dinner, she goes to Lin Mushuang's room to urge her to do her homework, and she doesn't need her uncle and aunt to worry about them anymore.

On the second Sunday, Ankang accompanied Lin Mushuang to Lujiazui to sketch. This time, the two of them went to the place where they sketched again.

Coincidentally, this time I ran into the man wearing a helmet and glasses from last week.

The man stood behind and watched for a long time, and asked Lin Mushuang: "Why hasn't the little girl been here for a few days?" ”

Lin Mushuang replied: "I usually go to school. I have a Sunday off to come here to sketch. ”

"Oh." The man seemed to have realized at this time that students usually have to go to school, where can they come here every day to sketch, "Who did you learn from painting?" ”

"With the master in Dad's shop."

The man asked again, "What does the master in the shop do?" ”

"The tailor."

"Oh, why don't I teach you a few hands." Without waiting for Lin Mushuang to agree, the man squatted down and pointed to the drawing board and said, "Look, your few lines here are a little redundant." The last few long lines you drew were pretty good. Why don't you dare to draw today? ”

Ankang listened to it for a long time, and what that person said was long and short. He couldn't tell what was good or bad about the lines. Anyway, he thinks his sister draws a lot like it. If you paint, you can just paint like it, so what does it matter if you have more strokes and less strokes?

However, seeing that Lin Mushuang seemed to have benefited a lot from listening to it, Ankang didn't bother them, but read his own books by himself.

At this time, someone shouted from afar: "Cheng Gong." ”

The man who taught painting answered, and then said to Lin Mushuang, "Are you coming back next Sunday?" If you come back, you can bring watercolor or gouache. I'll teach you a little bit more about color. With that, he left.

Lin Mushuang didn't wait for the engineer to go far and put away the sketchboard.

"Stopped drawing?" An Kang asked.

"I won't draw anymore."

"He thinks you don't draw well, are you angry?"

"Of course not." Lin Mushuang said, "He said that I couldn't draw well, and I was happy." The master in my father's shop only praised me for my good drawing, and rarely criticized me, as if I thought I was capable. Today's Cheng Gong pointed out, which really benefited me. Guess what this person does? ”

"People call him Cheng Gong, probably an engineer."

"Wow! Sure enough, he was an engineer. Old knots! Lin Mushuang put away all the painting tools as she spoke, "Let's go." ”

"Okay." Ankang got up, packed up the two Maza, and walked towards the bus stop.

"It's not over there, it's over there." Lin Mushuang pointed to another bus stop, "I'll take you to Shanghai for a walk." ”

The so-called Shanghai of course refers to Puxi on the other side of the Huangpu River.

"Now?"

"Hmm. We went to Fuzhou Road to buy paintbrushes and paints. ”