The teachers of Tianlong Royal Academy all have a common feature—severeness, they treat all students equally, and they don’t need to salute any students from powerful families. And when the old man with white beard on the stage saw Ye Wuchen coming in, the enthusiasm in his eyes was better than those students who looked adoring. He was the one who was on the field that day and witnessed Ye Wuchen's painting skills with his own eyes. It was also from that day that he knew what painting is, and what is the pinnacle of painting skills.
He has never been educated, this old man who loves painting can be said to regard Ye Wuchen as a heavenly man, although this occasion is obviously inappropriate, but he still showed the excitement all over his face, it seems that he almost lost control and rushed to kneel He fell to the ground to worship his teacher.
"Young Master Ye, I finally expected you to come here. I have admired your painting skills for a long time, but I only regret that I have never had the chance to meet you. Yesterday I heard that you would come in person. I was so excited that I stayed up all night. Young Master Ye is here. , I really don’t dare to continue to show my shame, I wonder if I can have the honor to invite Mrs. Ye to teach us a lesson to fulfill my wish. I am really grateful.”
The old man expressed his desire eagerly and eagerly. He directly forgot Long Huang'er beside him. In his opinion, listening to such a painting taught by the gods and men is enough to benefit him for a lifetime. In front of Ye Wuchen, how could he dare to call himself a teacher, he directly called himself "old man".
The students in the audience all showed surprise. No one expected that this normally serious teacher would show such a gesture to a person not much older than them today. Although recent rumors have made Ye Wuchen amazing, but these newborn calves with prominent backgrounds are all full of arrogance, and they think of themselves as bigger than the sky, not many people will be convinced by a person because of the rumors. But at this time the old man's posture made them have to put away the arrogance they deliberately pretended to be.
It's painting again. It seems that since I came to this world, I always encounter something related to painting. While Ye Wuchen was thinking, he lamented that when he was a child, he played with painting skills intermittently for three months because of his interest, and now he has such a great help in this world.
"I don't know how to address Mr.?" Ye Wuchen asked politely.
"My surname is Hua, and my name is Buhao." The old man replied quickly.
Artemisia chinensis... It's not good to draw. Ye Wuchen almost didn't laugh on the spot, if you can't draw well, you still need to learn painting skills, no wonder you can only be a teacher in the elementary class.
He straightened his face, patted Long Huang'er on the back and said: "Princess, you go to your seat and sit down, today I will personally teach you how to paint, okay?"
How could Long Huang'er not agree to such a fun thing, her eyes lit up, she nodded excitedly, then hurriedly ran to her drawing board and sat down. Although she often couldn't remember which place she was in, she could find it at a glance every time... because that one place was always vacant.
Ye Wuchen's words naturally agreed to Hua Buhao's request, which made him extremely excited, he quickly stepped off the stage, and respectfully let Ye Wuchen go up. I stood in the corner, watching him intently, lest I miss every movement and every word he said.
Ye Wuchen stood on the stage, looking down. This is a somewhat luxuriously decorated studio, where more than 30 male and female students, big or small, are seated, and a large drawing board is propped in front of each of them. Each of them has an extraordinary temperament, and they are definitely not from ordinary families. As a princess, Long Huang'er naturally sat in the middle of the seat. At this time, she opened her big black eyes and looked at him excitedly. For the first time, she felt that going to school could be so interesting.
After a short silence, he suddenly smiled: "Everyone has a lot to ask, it's okay, just ask it out, no one will blame you."
As soon as this remark came out, those boys and girls who could not hold back for a long time almost rioted, shouting one after another into chaos.
"I heard that a worm you drew was taken away by a bird. Is it true?"
"Can you draw us a lotus flower that can bloom by itself? I really want to see it with my own eyes."
"I heard that you defeated the most powerful Lin Xiao. Is this true? Why are you so powerful?"
"At what age did you learn to draw, and who did you learn from?"
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"My brother adores you so much, and so do I. I will marry you in the future, okay?"
"My sister asked my father to propose a marriage that day. Why didn't you agree? Is my sister really inferior to the sister of the Hua family?"
The confused questions at first were still about painting skills, but later they were all about everything, which made Ye Wuchen smile bitterly. He coughed and made gestures with his hands. When his voice finally subsided, he smiled and said, "Okay, you've finished asking all your questions, and now it's my turn to speak. If you want to know what kind of person I am, Then find out for yourself, the news you get from others is often not necessarily true. And if you want to see the lotus in full bloom, why not work hard to comprehend the painting skills yourself, and draw an even better picture in the future, Wouldn’t it be better to let others praise and amaze you? What others draw is, after all, someone else’s thing. Only when you paint with your own hands, can you get the greatest satisfaction and enjoyment. Are you right?”
After Hua Buhao heard the words, she was silent at first, and then nodded greatly. The students also nodded with half understanding. Although most of them hadn't fully understood the meaning, they finally calmed down.
"Then, now everyone remember my name. Today I will act as your teacher temporarily, and in the future, you will definitely be proud of it!"
Ye Wuchen picked up the paintbrush, quickly wrote his name on the drawing paper in front of him with the traditional characters of this world, then turned the easel, so that the three big characters of "Ye Wuchen" appeared in front of their eyes. They stared at the name, and his voice full of arrogance and confidence still echoed in their ears.
"I... used to be his student." Many years later, when they talked about this with their friends and descendants, their faces were full of glory and pride. And the audience also showed envy and enthusiasm. Afterwards, they sighed with regret: "It's just that the time is too short, there is only such a short and hasty day."
Hua Buhao's eyes were fixed on those three big characters as if being firmly attracted by a magnet. The short three characters are integrated with grandeur and splendor. It is pleasing to the eye at first glance, but after a closer look, one can taste a majestic and boundless momentum from between the words, like mountains entering clouds and seas turbulent. To be able to write words to such an extent, not to mention seeing or tasting it with my own eyes, I have never even heard of it.
His eyes were moist, because these three characters were written with his paintbrush, and that paintbrush will become his precious collection in the future. And those three words... If Ye Wuchen didn't take them away, he had already planned to rush over to snatch them after he left even if he wanted to be shameless. Then hang it in the bedroom and taste it every day, even if it is ten thousand gold, it will never be sold.
Ye Wuchen already knew coquettishly a few days ago that as long as he is willing, a few strokes will be worth ten thousand gold. The ease of getting money can be said to be unprecedented and unprecedented.
"Since everyone is sitting here, they are all here to learn painting skills. Then let me ask you, why do you choose to learn painting skills?" Ye Wuchen asked peacefully, his eyes swept.
"Because I want to be a very good painter!" A man who looked not much older than Long Huang'er said loudly. His answer made the crowd nod in unison. Of course, quite a few of them were forced to come here unwillingly.
"Then why do you want to be a painter?" Ye Wuchen looked at the boy and asked with a smile.
The boy was suddenly embarrassed. For them whose thinking ability is not very sound, they really couldn't find a word to answer this question for a while. Ye Wuchen went on to say: "Do you know why I wanted to learn to draw in the first place?" They all showed inquiring expressions, and even Hua Buhao pricked up his ears, "Because at that time I wanted to draw the most important thing about myself. , the one I like the most... "
The word "Mom" flashed in his mind, but he couldn't see her figure. In the deep sea of memory, there is only that indelible attachment, but there is no her existence.
"Painting can be divided into many types. But the fundamental purpose of painting is to express the inner feelings. Only the painting made with hands and heart is the real painting, and the painting made with pure hands and only for painting, It can only be a dead painting without emotion." After Ye Wuchen finished speaking, he looked at their drawing board and asked, "Now, can you tell me what you are drawing?"
Hua Buhao quickly replied: "The old man is teaching them how to draw a tiger."
"Tiger?" Ye Wuchen nodded, then casually pointed to a student and asked: "This little sister, do you like tigers?"
The little girl shook her head: "I don't like it."
"Then when you drew the tiger, what was in your mind?"
The little girl blinked her eyes, and said cautiously: "I... I didn't think about anything, sir, teach me a stroke, and I will draw a stroke."
"Then what do you like most?" Ye Wuchen asked.
The little girl didn't think too much, and blurted out: "I like Feng Yuhua the most! I plant many, many every year, and there will be many blooms in the yard."
"Okay, then you can tear off the tiger you drew just now, and then draw Phoenix Feather Flower." Ye Wuchen said with a smile.
"Huh? But the teacher hasn't started teaching us how to draw flowers and plants. I... I can't draw."
Ye Wuchen shook his head, and said seriously: "The things you like the most are usually the things you are most familiar with. If you don't even have the confidence to draw well the things you like the most and are most familiar with, what's the use of learning painting skills. Don't worry. If you can’t draw well, you can draw them with a brush according to the phoenix feather flowers you think in your heart. If you feel that you have not painted well, then do it again until the painting is exactly the same as what you think in your heart. trust yourself."
The little girl stayed for a few seconds, deeply touched by his words. She nodded, tore off a piece of drawing paper without hesitation, picked up a paintbrush, hung it on the paper, and did not drop it for a long time. Because she is closing her eyes, depicting her favorite and most familiar Phoenix Feather Flower in her heart.
"What's your favourite?"
"Well... it's my father!"
"Then you draw your father."
"Huh? But..."
"There is nothing but. A man, don't you even have confidence in such a simple thing as painting? Since you like your father the most, don't you want to draw your father yourself and show it to him? I think it will be you The most precious gift a father ever received."
"... Well! Although it is difficult, I will definitely draw it well and show it to my father."
"So, what's your favorite?"
"My favorite thing is... play!"
"... Then you draw the happiest time you had, and you must also want to keep that happiest memory, right? Then, use your brush to leave it on the painting."
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