The teachers of the Heavenly Dragon Imperial Academy all had one thing in common — they were strict and treated all students equally. They didn't need to bow to any students from influential families. When the white-bearded old man on the stage saw Ye Wuchen walk in, the fanaticism in his eyes surpassed those students who had looks of worship on their faces. He was the one who witnessed Ye Wuchen's painting skills on the stage that day. It was from that day onwards that he knew what painting was, and what the pinnacle of painting was.
Learning did not care about age. This old man who loved painting as much as his life could be said to view Ye Wuchen as a celestial being. Although this was clearly not a suitable occasion, he still showed his excitement on his face. It seemed that he almost lost control and knelt on the ground to acknowledge Ye Wuchen as his teacher.
"Ye Gongzi, you're finally here. This old man has admired your painting skills for a long time, but regretted that I never had the chance to meet you. When I heard that you would personally come yesterday, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep the whole night. Now that Ye Gongzi is here, this old man doesn't dare to continue to embarrass himself. I wonder if I can have the honor of asking Ye Gongzi to give us a lesson and satisfy this old man's wish. This old man can't thank you enough. "
This old man eagerly and eagerly expressed his desire. He directly forgot about the Long Huang 'er beside him. In his opinion, listening to this kind of painting god teach a lesson was enough to benefit him for the rest of his life. In front of Ye Wuchen, he didn't dare to call himself teacher, so he directly referred to himself as "this old man".
The students below the stage were all shocked. No one expected that this usually serious teacher would put on such an attitude in front of someone who wasn't much older than them. Although the recent rumors had made Ye Wuchen sound like a god, these young calves with illustrious backgrounds were all arrogant and saw themselves as greater than the sky. Not many people would be sincerely convinced by a person just because of rumors. But at this moment, the old man's attitude made them put away their deliberately pretended arrogance.
Painting again. It seemed that ever since he came to this world, there would always be something related to painting. As Ye Wuchen thought about it, he sighed at the fact that the painting skills that he played intermittently for three months when he was young actually helped him so much in this world.
"May I know how to address you, sir?" Ye Wuchen asked politely.
"This old man's surname is Hua, and my name is Buhao." The old man quickly replied.
Hua Buhao … was not good at painting. Ye Wuchen almost burst out laughing on the spot. You can't draw well, yet you still want to learn drawing skills. No wonder you can only be a teacher for the beginner class.
He adjusted his expression and patted Long Huang 'er's back, "Princess, go to your seat first. Today, I'll personally teach you how to paint, okay?"
How could Long Huang 'er not agree to such a fun thing? Her eyes lit up and she nodded excitedly. Then, she hurriedly ran to her drawing board and sat down. Although she often couldn't remember where her seat was, she could always find it at a glance … because that seat was always empty.
Ye Wuchen's words naturally meant that he had agreed to Hua Buhao's request, which made him extremely excited. He hurriedly walked down from the stage, and respectfully let Ye Wuchen walk up. She stood in the corner of the wall and watched him attentively. She was afraid that she would miss out on his every movement and every word.
Ye Wuchen stood on the stage, and his gaze swept across the room. This was a somewhat lavishly decorated drawing room. There were more than 30 boys and girls sitting there, and each of them had a wide drawing board in front of them. Each of them had an extraordinary temperament, and they were definitely not from ordinary families. As the princess, Long Huang 'er naturally sat in the middle. At this moment, she was looking at him excitedly with her big black eyes. For the first time, she realized that going to school could be so interesting.
After a short silence, he suddenly smiled, "Does everyone have a lot of questions? It's okay, just ask them. No one will blame you."
As soon as he said this, the boys and girls who were already unable to hold back almost rioted. One by one, they shouted loudly, and it became a chaotic scene.
"I heard that a bug you drew was taken away by a bird. Is that true?"
"Can you draw a lotus that can bloom on its own for us? I really want to see it with my own eyes. "
"I heard that you defeated the most powerful Lin Xiao, is that true? Why are you so powerful? "
"When did you start learning how to draw? Who did you learn from?"
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"My brother admires you so much, and I also admire you. Can I marry you in the future?"
"My sister asked my father to propose marriage that day, why didn't you agree? Is my sister really not as good as the sister of the Hua family? "
At first, the chaotic questions revolved around his drawing skills, but later on, there were all kinds of questions. Ye Wuchen did not know whether to laugh or cry. He coughed and made a gesture of pressing down with his hand. When the voices finally died down, he smiled and said, "Alright, you've all asked what you need to ask, now it's my turn to speak. If you want to know what kind of person I am, then go and find out for yourself. Often, the information you get from the mouth of others is not necessarily true. If you want to see the blooming lotus, why don't you work hard to understand your drawing skills, and in the future, you can draw a better painting than this, and let others praise and marvel at it. Isn't that better? What others draw is, after all, other people's things. Only when you draw it with your own hands can you obtain the greatest satisfaction and enjoyment. Am I right? "
Hua Buhao was silent after hearing this, then he nodded vigorously. The students also nodded, not fully understanding. Although most of them did not fully understand the meaning, they finally quieted down.
"Then, everyone, remember my name now. Today, I'll temporarily be your teacher. In the future, you'll definitely be proud and proud of this! "
Ye Wuchen picked up the brush and quickly wrote his name on the drawing paper in the traditional characters of this world. Then, he turned the easel so that the three big words, 'Ye Wuchen', appeared in front of them like dancing dragons and phoenixes. They stared at this name, and their ears still echoed with his voice that was full of arrogance and confidence.
"I … used to be his student." Many years later, when they talked about this matter to their friends and descendants, their faces were full of glory and pride. The audience also revealed looks of envy and fanaticism. Then, they would sigh regretfully, "It's just that the time was too short. It was only such a short and hurried day."
Hua Buhao's eyes were fixed on the three big words as if they were attracted by magnets. The three short words were a combination of grandeur and magnificence. At first, they were pleasing to the eye, but upon closer inspection, one could actually taste a majestic and boundless aura from the words. It was like a mountain rising into the clouds, like the raging waves of the sea. To be able to write to such a level, not to mention seeing it with one's own eyes, they had never even heard of it before.
His eyes were moist, because these three words were written with his brush, and that brush would become part of his precious collection in the future. As for those three words … If Ye Wuchen did not take them with him, he had already planned to throw himself at him and snatch them after he left. Then, he would hang them in his bedroom and taste them every day. He would definitely not sell them even if it cost him tens of thousands of gold.
Ye Wuchen had already coquettishly learned a few days ago that as long as he was willing, he could earn tens of thousands of gold with just a few strokes. The ease with which he earned money could be said to be unprecedented and unparalleled in the future.
"Since everyone is sitting here, naturally, you're all here to learn painting. Then let me ask you, why did you choose to learn painting? "Ye Wuchen's gaze swept across the crowd as he asked calmly.
"Because I want to become a very powerful painter!" A man who looked not much older than Long Huang 'er said loudly. His answer made everyone nod in unison. Of course, a considerable portion of them were forced to learn painting unwillingly.
"Then why do you want to become a painter?" Ye Wuchen looked at the boy and asked with a smile.
The boy was instantly embarrassed. For them, who were still not very mature in their thinking, they really could not find the words to answer this question. Ye Wuchen continued, "Do you know why I wanted to learn painting in the first place?" All of them had a questioning look on their faces. Even Hua Buhao strained his ears to listen. "Because at that time, I wanted to paint the most important and favorite person in my life …"
The word "mother" flashed across his mind, but he could not reflect her figure no matter how hard he tried. In the deep sea of his memory, there was only that unerasable attachment, but her existence was not there.
"There are many types of painting. However, the fundamental purpose of painting is to express the feelings in one's heart. Only a painting that is done with the hands and heart is a real painting. A painting that is done purely with the hands for the sake of painting is a lifeless painting without feelings. " After Ye Wuchen finished speaking, he looked at their drawing boards and asked, "Now, can you tell me what you're painting?"
Hua Buhao hurriedly replied, "I'm teaching them how to draw a tiger."
"A tiger?" Ye Wuchen nodded, then pointed at a random student and asked, "Little girl, do you like tigers?" The little girl shook her head. "No."
"Then what are you thinking when you're painting a tiger?"
The little girl blinked and said carefully, "I don't like them."
The little girl blinked and said carefully, "I … I'm not thinking about anything.
"I … I didn't think about anything. Teacher taught me how to draw, so I just drew."
"Then what do you like the most?" Ye Wuchen asked.
The little girl did not think too much and blurted out, "I like the Phoenix Feather Flower the most! I plant a lot of them every year, and there will be a lot of them in the yard. "
"Alright, then tear the tiger that you just drew and draw the Phoenix Feather Flower," Ye Wuchen said with a smile.
"Ah? But the teacher hasn't started teaching us how to paint flowers and plants. I … I don't know how to paint. "
Ye Wuchen shook his head and said solemnly, "The things that you like the most are usually the things that you are most familiar with. If you don't even have the confidence to paint the things that you like the most and are most familiar with well, what's the point of learning painting skills? Don't worry about not being able to paint well. Use the brush to paint the Phoenix Feather Flower that you have in mind. If you feel that you haven't painted well, then start again until the painting is exactly the same as what you have in mind. You have to believe in yourself. "
The little girl was stunned for a few seconds. She was deeply touched by his words. She nodded and tore off a piece of paper without hesitation. She picked up a brush and hung it over the paper for a long time without letting it fall. This was because she was painting the Phoenix Feather Flower that she liked and was most familiar with in her mind with her eyes closed.
"What's your favorite?"
"Oh … it's my father!"
"Then draw your father."
"Ah? But … "
"There are no buts. You're a man. Don't you have confidence in something as simple as painting? Since you like your father the most, don't you want to personally paint your father and show it to him? I think that would be the most precious gift your father has ever received. "
"… Yes! Although it's very difficult, I will definitely paint it well and show it to my father. "
"Then, what do you like the most?"
"I like … playing the most!"
"… …
Then why don't you draw the happiest time you had? You must want to preserve that happiest memory, right? Then, use your brush and leave it on the painting. "
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