"Everyone must have their favorite things in their hearts, so let's draw our favorite things today, no matter whether it is people, objects or scenery, good or bad, difficult or easy, we use the paintbrush in our hands to paint it. Draw it. If you can’t even outline your favorite things, then learning drawing skills is completely meaningless. Think with your heart and draw with your hands. It doesn’t matter if you can’t draw well, as long as you really work hard.”
Ye Wuchen successfully ignited their enthusiasm, he didn't explain any painting skills, he didn't give any so-called demonstrations, and he didn't let them follow his strokes in a boring way, but let them cheer up, Concentrate your mind and work hard to draw the favorite thing in your heart.
Hua Buhao was dumbfounded as she watched the painting class, which had always been lifeless, was filled with fiery enthusiasm, and the faces of those students who usually followed the rules were all serious and dedicated like never before.
"What you taught them is what I call dead painting." Ye Wuchen walked up to Hua Buhao and said in a low voice, trying not to disturb those students who were dedicated to painting, "The method you used is white The most important thing is to copy your own painting style to them, let them draw what they want to paint, and paint how they want to paint. It should be noted that everyone has different personalities and styles, and this also determines the time when each person paints. Everyone has their own style, that is, painting style. As a teacher, they should pay attention to cultivating their own unique painting style. Only the style that suits them best can make them progress at the fastest speed. Their unique style distorts or even stifles them, making them progress slowly. What's more serious, they even forget why they want to paint and give up painting."
He turned his head, looked at those enthusiastic students with a smile, and said: "Their enthusiasm now is because they have found a reason to learn to paint... they can describe and keep their favorite things."
It is conceivable that Ye Wuchen's words shocked Hua Buhao, and the unprecedented high spirits of these students have already been proved by iron. These words almost completely subverted his method of teaching people to paint over the years, but they did not make him feel unconvinced. He bowed his head, and said in shame: "The old man listened to Mr. Ye's teaching today, it was really enlightening, and he suddenly woke up. It turns out that while teaching people these years, the old man is also misleading people!"
Ye Wuchen shook his head: "Sir, you are serious. You must know that cultivating each person's unique style is easy to say, but it is relatively difficult to do. Especially if you take care of so many people at once, it will be many times harder than before. "
Hua Buhao lowered her waist again, and said seriously: "No! For a teacher, the most gratifying thing is that his students can surpass himself. Mr. Ye's words have pointed out the way for me, how can I slack off .Even if you are tired, you still feel at ease in your heart.”
The huge studio was filled with the sound of brushes rubbing against the paper, rustling, but no one spoke, and all concentrated their attention, not disturbing others, let alone being disturbed by others. Even Long Huang'er was honestly painting there, but her sitting posture was really not very elegant, and the posture of holding the pen was even more appalling, but her face was rarely serious. That pair of bright eyes sneaked glances at Ye Wuchen from time to time.
Could it be painting me? Ye Wuchen couldn't help thinking.
"Teacher, I finished drawing!"
After a long time, the little girl who was first asked by Ye Wuchen raised her hand and shouted, unintentionally calling him a teacher. Ye Wuchen walked over, looked at the painting for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Do you think this Phoenix Feather Flower is the same as what you have in mind?"
"no the same."
"What's the difference?"
"Well...the shape of the flower is not really good-looking, the leaves are a bit wide, and...the match is very uncoordinated."
"Well, since you can see that those places are different from what you thought, you must be able to adjust better next time you draw, right?"
The little girl immediately nodded confidently: "Yes! I can definitely do it, and I can definitely draw the most perfect phoenix feather flower for the teacher to see soon."
She took away the previous drawing paper, and drew it again in detail on the new drawing paper. There was no trace of impatience or boredom on her expression, and she was still so focused.
Ye Wuchen quietly walked around to the back of the studio, then walked behind Long Huang'er from the back, and looked at the drawing board in front of her. Immediately, he seemed to be struck by a thunderbolt, wishing he could cover his eyes and run away... This is not me, it must not be me.
Long Huang'er peeked ahead, but didn't find Ye Wuchen's figure, she looked back subconsciously, and saw Ye Wuchen standing behind him with an extremely weird expression. As if frightened, she hurriedly stretched out her hand to cover her drawing board, then put her hand down again, and said with a smile, "Does my drawing look good?"
"... Let's not talk about whether it looks good or not, what is this you painted?" Ye Wuchen asked carefully, lest he get the answer he expected. At this point, he didn't have the courage to take another look.
"Of course it's you. Because I found out that the person I like the most now is you." Long Huang'er said happily.
Ye Wuchen: "..."
"Princess, tell me honestly, do you like drawing?" Ye Wuchen said weakly. The high level of being able to draw people like this simply made him amazed.
Long Huang'er thought for a while, and then said honestly: "I don't like it... But I don't like to learn etiquette even more. There are female celebrities and women's ways... I hate it."
"Then let's... sneak out to play, shall we?" Ye Wuchen said. Even at the risk of Long Yin's wrath, he really couldn't bear to let Long Huang'er ruin his image again.
Long Huang'er's eyes lit up, and she almost jumped up excitedly. Ye Wuchen raised his index finger and made a booing motion, walked up to Hua Buhao and said, "Mr. Hua, the princess is not interested in painting, so she can't force it. Interest is the best teacher, and you can't force it." Yes. So I want to take the princess to look elsewhere, find something she likes, and come back tomorrow. If the emperor sends someone to ask, you just need to answer that the princess will come with me and go with me. There is nothing wrong with that Suspected of deceiving the king."
Although Hua Buhao was reluctant to part with him, he was overjoyed to hear that he would come tomorrow, and said respectfully: "Young Master Ye, please go ahead, I will answer what Young Master Ye said when the time comes. As for the students, I already know what to do."
Next, he will guide and induce one by one according to Ye Wuchen's method.
The moment Ye Wuchen and Long Huang'er walked out, Hua Buhao rushed onto the stage at an astonishing speed, carefully rolled up the drawing paper with the three words "Ye Wuchen" written on it, and held it in his hand. hands, trembling with excitement.
What famous teacher's calligraphy is worthless in front of Ye Gongzi's three words!
"Where are we going to play?" Long Huang'er was as excited as a bird getting out of a cage.
"Didn't the princess say that she has never been out of Tianlong City? Then let's go out of the city to play."
"Wow! Is it true? Is it true? Don't lie!"
"Of course it's true. Except for me, your royal father didn't send anyone to follow you today, so he wouldn't know even if he left the city." Ye Wuchen said with a smile, leading her towards the nearest north gate. Feeling the inner joy of this little princess, he suddenly felt a subtle and warm sense of satisfaction. Of course, there is also a sense of taboo about abducting the princess.
"That's great, that's great. I used to think you were a big villain, but now I know that you are so good... I really like you more and more." Long Huang'er said happily. Going out of the city, which is the most normal thing for ordinary people in the city, is an extravagant wish that this princess has longed for for many years but has not been able to fulfill. Under the glamorous appearance of the Emperor's House, there is too much helplessness hidden.
"Hush! Keep your voice down, it would be bad if they recognized you as Princess Feihuang."
The two headed north like thieves, the route Ye Wuchen took when he first came to Tianlong City from the north.
Of course, none of the guards at the north gate of Tianlong City had seen Long Huang'er, and they had already been dazzled by passers-by, so they would no longer deliberately observe anyone, Ye Wuchen and Long Huang'er walked out without any barriers. north. Then Long Huang'er screamed wildly, and ran forward desperately.
"I'm out of town, I'm out of town!"
Like a canary completely free, she looked at the blue sky, breathed the pure air here, and laughed crisply.
The farther away from the city, the less pedestrians. Since entering Tianlong City, this is the first time Ye Wuchen has come to the north of the city.
"Princess, where do you want to go?"
"Hmph, now I don't like you calling me princess...you have to call me Huang'er." Long Huang'er wrinkled her little nose and said.
"Okay. Then, where does Huang'er want to go?" Ye Wuchen asked with a smile.
"As long as you don't go back to the palace, you can go anywhere." She said willfully.
"Then... let's go catch fish, shall we? There is a very shallow stream ahead. When I came back with your brother, I caught fish there once before entering the city."
"Catch fish?" This is undoubtedly a new and exciting word for Long Huang'er. She nodded quickly, "Take me there quickly, I'm going."
The stream is gurgling, the stream is not knee-high, and it is extremely clear, and fish of all sizes can be seen swimming by constantly. This kind of creek has almost disappeared in Ye Wuchen's memory. It can be seen everywhere in this world.
There are various artificial ponds and small lakes in the palace, but this is the first time for Long Huang'er to see a stream, and the sound of the gurgling water is like fairy music in her ears. The eyes are constantly shining with a light that is purer than the stream water.
She took off her shoes, lifted her skirt, and stood barefoot on the bluestone in the stream, enjoying the feeling of being caressed by the water. Heart, comfort and tranquility never before. This natural water flow is nothing more than a paradise to her.
"Okay, don't just stand there, we're here to catch fish. Only the fish you catch yourself are the best. Doesn't Huang'er want to eat the fish you catch yourself?"
Ye Wuchen held a carp struggling violently in his hand, with a demonstrative smile on his face.