"Cao Shan is so pitiful, you are still in the mood to grind."
"My name is in-depth investigation.'Lovely you', every selected child has to go through this procedure."
Nan Weiwei suddenly felt sad, even more sad than seeing the ignorant "earthworker" of Cao's family just now: "Don't pick and choose! Can't you just ask for help?"
"Miss, I have an economic budget and a training plan. Cao Shanben is not within the budget and plan. He is not a person from Huayang, and he is away from his parents to study abroad. I will take him out and be responsible."
"Okay, it's settled. One sheep is to raise, and a group of sheep is to be released. Now you should plan carefully. Since you have recruited more than a dozen students, add a pair of chopsticks and count Cao Shan."
Talking about it, the logic and language of BH is true!
Who made it to her? A group of crows quack quack quack flew over the head of the submerged wheat.
After Cao Shan cleaned up the cowshed, the three beckoned him, brought the paint, paper and pen to his hand, and talked about the idea of wanting to see his work.
Cao Shan's eyes flickered, his eyes secretly glanced at his parents, and when he saw that Cao's father and Cao's mother agreed, he nodded. And with a small hand, pointed at the statue of Lord Stove Lord in the middle of the kitchen.
The statue uses a small area of thin yellow paper as the bottom, and outlines the outline of a fairy with a round face in watercolor. Colorful, looks very lifelike. In the middle, there is a rope-headed lower case with the words "monitoring gods in the world" written in the middle, and couplets saying "the heavens say good things, the lower realms keep safe" on both sides.
Because the Lord Stove Lord God is called once a year, it has to be posted on the earthen stove pot table, which is smoke and fire on weekdays. The new postings this year have become dusty and old. But when you get closer, you can still see the specific details.
Everyone commented and praised while watching. If they hadn't known it in advance, they would never have imagined that this idol was made by an 11-year-old child.
Father Cao made introductions on the side from time to time: "Legend has it that the Stove Lord was named by the Jade Emperor as'Jiutiandong Kitchen Siming Stove King's Mansion'. He is responsible for managing the stove fires of each family and is the protector of our farmers. In Village M, each family It is offered on every kitchen counter. However, there are many beautiful New Year paintings and couplets on the market, but there are no statues of Lord Stove for sale."
"In the past, every Chinese New Year, people in the village asked the uncle next door to paint. But after the uncle passed away last year, no one in this village could paint anymore. I wondered, it doesn't matter if I posted it on my stove. I asked Cao Shan to draw a picture. The neighbors who came to see it, and they said it was good, and asked for one. Later, all the twenty or so households in the village came to ask for it."
"Wow, Cao Shan is amazing, amazing. It's the little painter in the village..."
Nan Weiwei and Ouyang Xuan listened, full of praise, and took over Cao Shan's thin shoulders, regardless of whether he could hear them or not, gesticulating at him excitedly, saying a lot of praise. Their clumsy and flawed gestures made Cao Shan flushed and happy.
In the meantime, Nan Weiwei turned her back to the person, and she did not forget to secretly throw a few solemnly warned eye knives. It seems that if Qianmai didn't help Cao Shan go to school today, he would have committed a serious crime of indignation.
Qian Mai was scalp numb by her blazing gaze, and she had to nod her head pitifully. At this point, the stone that Nan Weiwei's heart was blocking quietly fell to the ground.
"Cao Shan, how much time do you need to draw a statue of Lord Stove Lord?" Qianmai asked Cao Shan with gestures.
Cao Shan received the message and swiped his little finger in reply: "Three cards a day."
"Then this word, do you know it? Do you know what it means?" Qianmai asked, pointing at the word "good" on the couplet of the idol.
Cao Shan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head gently.
It seems that he is really illiterate, no wonder the characters are not well written, and the structure of the strokes is also strange.
"Then how did you write it?"
Cao Shan looked intently at Qian Mai, and said silently, "I looked at the statue of last year... Slowly follow the way... Draw it stroke by stroke."
Upon seeing this, Qian Mai couldn't help bending over, rubbing his forehead lightly, and gestured: "It's okay, I'll just ask. You painted very well, and you will continue to work on it in the future. Next, what are you going to show us? What? My sister wants to see it, the more the better."
Cao Shan tilted his head and thought for a few seconds, blinked his wise eyes, and ran into his room. Afterwards, there were a few creaks of wooden furniture in the room. Immediately afterwards, he ran out again holding a small stack of white paper.
The white paper was opened one by one, and a different fairy tale world of a little boy was surprised.
"Qua Father Chasing the Sun", "Nuwa Patching the Sky", "Which Makes a Disturbance in the Sea", "Making the Heavenly Palace", etc., etc., on the eight-open white paper plane, Cao Shan is flying in the fairy tale world he described. .
Qian Mai looked at the pictures carefully. From a strict point of view, these copied paintings have various shortcomings, but what does it matter, as long as Cao Shan is happy and happy when he is painting.
"This child is a treasure of these paintings. When painting, I lie on the table motionless, and it takes a long time to paint. Sometimes I can paint hard, and I don't even eat any food. When everything is done, I won't give it to us. The family watched, immediately took it into the room and locked it up. It was the first time that my dad and I saw today..."
Speaking of the little son's weird temper, Cao's mother laughed happily, her eyes full of love and indulgence.
After hearing this, Qian Mai said with a smile: "Cao Shan has a heroic dream in his heart."
After that, she turned her head and asked Cao Shan: "Do you know who and what the characters and stories in this painting are?"
"Yes." Cao Shan replied, and pointed to the next door: "The uncle has given me a little book, he taught me to read it, and then follow the calligraphy and painting."
It turns out that this is how he learned to paint.
"The uncle next door has taught you a lot. You must always keep in mind that he is good to you." It has to be said that with so many stories taught by the old man to Cao Shan, he has built a rich spiritual castle in his heart. This is a result of his clear, positive and optimistic attitude towards life.
Here, Qian Mai and Cao Shan communicated silently.
Over there, Nan Weiwei and Ouyang Xuan were responsible for selecting three or five pictures to bring back to Huayang. Finally, they picked out the two drawings separately, and said to Qian Mai: "Why are these two identical, but only half of them are drawn? What are they drawn?"
Qian Mai looked over, and she didn't know, so she shook her head.
Suddenly, Nan Weiwei's heart was crooked, she leaned over and joked at Cao Shan happily: "Cao Shan, despise her, she hasn't understood art after so many years. Tell her what it is and popularize it with our mother. Five thousand years of glorious culture."
"Naive!" Qian Mai Mai and Ouyang Xuan shook their heads unbearably, as if they were "humiliated and thrown into someone else's house".
Nan Weiwei's "agitation" is of no avail. Because Cao Shan was confused and staring, he didn't know what she was talking about cheerfully.
So Nan Weiwei was depressed, Qian Mai and Ouyang Xuan snickered.
It's a mess, but the questions that should be asked still need to be asked clearly.
"Who is on the picture?"
"Ma Liang."
"Ma Liang, the magic pen?"
"Yes."
"You like Ma Liang very much?"
"Yes."
"why?"
"Ma Liang has a magical brush, birds can fly, fish can swim. Who doesn't have a rake, he paints a rake; who doesn't have a scalper, he paints an ox; who doesn't have a waterwheel, he paints a waterwheel... "
It is rare for Cao Shan to pause and sign for so long. Qian Mai was stunned and touched his hair: "If Cao Shan paints as hard as Ma Liang and has a kind heart, he will definitely get a good brush in the future."
"Really?" Cao Shan's small eyes shone brightly.
"Of course, as long as you work hard. However, you like Ma Liang so much, so why not finish painting him?"
"The little man's book, that page was torn in half by someone else, and it's gone. I can't draw it."
That's it. "Then do you still want to finish painting it now?"
"miss you."
"Then I will help you fulfill this wish today."
Ten minutes later, Cao Shan opened his eyebrows and smiled, moving quickly to climb up the chair, his two excited eyes locked tightly to the eyes of Qianmai. Just a moment ago, this elder sister who was still a stranger conjured up the other half of the picture in two or three strokes. He also revised half of the pictures he had already painted to make them more beautiful.
Why is it not strange to call him? It took him two days to complete this half of the painting, and this sister actually finished it in a few minutes. Moreover, she hadn't read his little man book, how could she know what to draw on the other half
Also, she drew another Ma Liang on other paper. He has round eyes, big straw hats, small cloth shoes, and a big magic pen in his hand. The pen is a little scalper playing with his head down. Lively, he really likes it.
However, Ma Liang is alone. How did this sister draw two different people
While Qian Mai and Cao's father and Cao's mother were discussing matters about studying at school, Cao Shan looked at the picture alone with a lot of thoughts, but he alone could not sort out the clues and ask questions. As a result, what everyone saw was a silly smile.
"Cao Shan, would you like to study in Huayang with me?"
"Huh?" Cao Shan was still silly.
"The teachers there use sign language just like you, and you can read and understand them. They will teach you to read and draw patiently. The classmates there are like you, they can’t hear or speak, but just get along well. , You can definitely become good friends."
Cao Shan couldn't make up his mind, turned his head, and habitually asked Cao's father and Cao's mother in his eyes. Seeing his parents smiled and nodded in agreement, they nodded.
"Are brothers and sisters also in school?"
"No, brothers and sisters are not in that school, but we will take turns to visit you."
"Will the teacher teach us to paint quickly and quickly?" Cao Shan paused: "As fast as my sister."
"Of course. As long as you work hard, you will draw faster and better than me."
Pursing his mouth, biting his lip unconsciously, and looking around the look of the people in the room, Cao Shan finally made a decision: "Then I will go to study."
Seeing Cao Shan who was willing to cooperate with him to study like never before, everyone sighed. Qian Mai smiled faintly, and wrinkled her nose cutely: "School is fun, but reading is also very difficult. And it will take a long time to be away from Mom and Dad. I'm sad and homesick, so I can't cry."
"Yeah." Cao Shan nodded solemnly.
"A word is settled." As if it wasn't enough, Qianmai pulled up his little finger playfully, and the two played a game of hook and seal.
Looking at the two interacting well in front of him, Cao's father and Cao's mother smiled with satisfaction. Unexpectedly, the youngest son, who was always afraid of having an introvert, would get along with these three people so harmoniously, and even agreed to go to school without crying. that is really good!
Everyone discussed some details. In the end, Qianmai left them with Chen Mo's contact information.
When they got up to leave, the Cao family of three sent them out of the village, onto the small road, and to the town where the car stopped. As he got into the car, Cao Shan followed behind, staring at a pair of small eyes, reluctant to say anything.
"Cao Shan, let's see Huayang in a while. Do you have anything else to ask?"
"That..." Cao Shan's finger was clearly lifted, but he slowly retracted it midway.
"What?" Asked with encouragement, Dulmai's eyes.
"Does my elder sister also tumble and stand upside down?" After a little trembling, Cao Shan finally smashed and made his meaning clear.
Qianmai was stunned. At first, she thought she had misunderstood, but when she came into contact with Cao Shan's eager and stubborn eyes, she suddenly understood. In the depths of their hearts, no children don't like to play, and this simple force competition can arouse their desire for challenge and a sense of accomplishment. The same is true for Cao Shan. When sitting and watching, his heart is eager to participate in the game and competition with his friends.
"Of course! Things to play, sister decathlon." (To be continued, if you want to know what's going on, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)