I was originally determined to write 10,000 words yesterday, but after giving gifts for the whole day, I've only completed the task now. It seems to be 6: 30 in the morning now, with my pathetic writing speed … So it's the third chapter today, and it'll be the third chapter tomorrow. It seems that causality doesn't exist at all. As for why this is the case, I don't know either.
The first chapter should be written now.
"Everyone must have something they like the most in their heart, so let's draw the thing we like the most today. Whether it's a person, an object, or a scenery, good or bad, difficult or easy, we'll draw it with the brush in our hands. If we can't even draw the thing we like the most, 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 it well, as long as you really put in the effort. "
Ye Wuchen had successfully ignited their passion. He didn't explain any drawing skills, nor did he give any so-called demonstrations. He didn't even let them follow his sketches in a boring manner. Instead, he asked them to perk up, focus their minds, and work hard to draw the thing they liked the most in their hearts.
Hua Buhao stared dumbfoundedly at the usually lifeless drawing skills class being filled with fiery passion. The faces of the usually well-behaved students were all filled with unprecedented seriousness and concentration.
"What you've taught them is what I call 'Dead Painting'." Ye Wuchen walked to Hua Buhao's side and said in a low voice, trying his best not to startle the students who were concentrating on drawing. "To put it bluntly, the method you're using is to copy your own way of drawing to them. They'll draw whatever you want them to draw, and they'll draw whatever you want them to draw. Everyone has a different personality and style, which also determines that everyone has their own style when drawing, which is also their drawing style. As a teacher, you should pay attention to cultivating their own unique drawing style. Only when the style is the most suitable for them will they be able to improve at the fastest speed. A rigid method will only distort or even kill their unique style, causing their progress to be slow. What's more, they might even forget why they want to draw and give up drawing. "
He turned his head and looked at the enthusiastic students with a smile, saying, "Their enthusiasm today is because they have found a reason to learn how to paint … They can paint and keep what they love the most."
One could imagine the shock that Ye Wuchen's words had on Hua Buhao. The unprecedented high spirits of these students had already become iron-clad proof. His words had almost completely overturned the way he had taught people how to paint all these years, but he didn't feel the slightest bit of dissatisfaction in his heart. He lowered his head and said in shame, "After listening to Young Master Ye's teachings today, this old man was truly enlightened and came to a sudden realization. It turns out that while I've been teaching people, I've also been misleading them! "
Ye Wuchen shook his head. "Sir, you're exaggerating. It was easier said than done to develop a unique style for each person. Especially when taking care of so many people at once, it will be many times more tiring than before. "
Hua Buhao lowered his waist a little more and said seriously, "No! For a teacher, the most gratifying thing is that his students can surpass him. Ye Gongzi's words have pointed out the path for this old man, so how can this old man slack off? Even if I'm tired, my heart will be at ease. "
The large art studio was filled with the rustling sound of brushes rubbing against paper, but no one spoke. Everyone was focused and didn't want to disturb or be disturbed by others. Even Long Huang 'er was obediently painting there. However, her sitting posture was really not very elegant, and the way she held her brush was even more tragic. However, there was a rare serious expression on her face. Her sparkling eyes peeked at Ye Wuchen from time to time.
'Could it be that she's painting me?' Ye Wuchen couldn't help but think.
"Teacher, I'm done!"
After a long while, the little girl whom Ye Wuchen had asked first raised her hand and shouted. She had unintentionally addressed him as a teacher. Ye Wuchen walked over and looked at the painting for a while. He asked softly, "Do you think this Phoenix Feather Flower is what you imagined it to be?"
"It's not the same."
"Then what's the difference?"
"Hmm … the shape of the flower isn't really beautiful. The leaves are a little wide, and … and the combination is not very harmonious."
"Hmm, since you can see the differences in those places, you'll definitely be able to adjust it better next time, right?"
The little girl immediately nodded confidently, "Yes! I can do it. I'll definitely be able to paint the most perfect Phoenix Feather Flower for you to see soon. "
She took away the previous paper and started to paint carefully on a new one. There wasn't a trace of impatience or annoyance on her face, and she was still as focused as ever.
Ye Wuchen quietly went to the back of the art studio and walked behind Long Huang 'er to look at the drawing board in front of her. Instantly, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He wanted nothing more than to cover his eyes and run away … This isn't me, it's definitely not me.
Long Huang 'er stole a glance in front of her, but didn't see Ye Wuchen's figure. She immediately looked back and saw Ye Wuchen standing behind her with an extremely strange expression on his face. She hurriedly covered her drawing board with her hands as if she had been startled. Then, she put her hands down and said with a smile, "Is my drawing nice?"
"… Let's not talk about whether it's nice or not. What did you draw?" Ye Wuchen asked carefully, afraid that he would get the answer he expected. At this moment, he didn't have the courage to take another look.
"Of course it's you. Because I realized that the person I like the most right now is you. "Long Huang 'er said happily.
Ye Wuchen: "…"
"Princess, tell me honestly. Do you like drawing?" Ye Wuchen said weakly. To be able to draw people like this, the realm of the person must be so high that it made him gasp in admiration.
Long Huang 'er thought for a while and said honestly, "I don't like it … But I don't like to learn etiquette, needlework, womanhood … They're all so annoying."
"Then … Can we sneak out to play?" Ye Wuchen said. Even if he risked the wrath of Long Yin, he really couldn't bear to let Long Huang 'er ruin his image.
Long Huang 'er's eyes lit up, and she almost jumped up in excitement. Ye Wuchen raised his index finger and made a shushing gesture. He walked in front of Hua Buhao and said, "Mr. Hua, the princess's heart is not in the drawing, and you can't force it. Interest is the best teacher, and you can't force it out. So, I want to take the princess somewhere else to look for something she likes. We'll come back tomorrow. If the emperor sends someone to ask, you just need to tell him that the princess came with me, and will go with me. There's no suspicion of deceiving the emperor. "
Although Hua Buhao was reluctant, he was overjoyed when he heard that he would come back tomorrow. He said respectfully, "Ye Gongzi, please go ahead. This old man will answer according to Ye Gongzi's instructions. As for the students, this old man already knows what to do. "
Next, he would guide and guide them one by one according to Ye Wuchen's method.
The moment Ye Wuchen and Long Huang 'er walked out, Hua Buhao rushed to the stage at an astonishing speed. He carefully rolled up the drawing paper with the three words "Ye Wuchen" written on it and held it in his hand. His whole body was trembling with excitement.
What famous teacher's calligraphy? In front of the three words "Ye Gongzi", it was worthless!
"Where are we going to play?" Long Huang 'er was as excited as a bird that had escaped from its cage.
"Didn't the princess say that she has never left Sky Dragon City? Then let's go play outside the city. "
"Wow! Really? Really? Don't lie! "
"Of course it's true. Except for me, your father didn't send anyone to follow you today, so even if we leave the city, he won't know, "Ye Wuchen said with a smile and led her to the nearest north gate. Feeling the little princess's joy, he suddenly felt a subtle but warm sense of satisfaction. Of course, there was also a sense of taboo for abducting the princess.
"That's great, that's great. I used to think that you were a big bad guy, but now I know that you're actually so good … I really like you more and more," Long Huang 'er said excitedly. Going out of the city was a very normal thing for ordinary people in the city, but it was an extravagant wish that the princess had yearned for for many years. Under the glamorous appearance of the emperor's family, there was too much helplessness.
"Shh! Keep your voice down. It'll be bad if they recognize you as Flying Phoenix. "
The two of them headed north like thieves, taking the same route that Ye Wuchen took when he first arrived at Sky Dragon.
None of the guards at the north gate had seen Long Huang 'er before. Moreover, they were already dazzled by the passersby, so they didn't deliberately observe anyone. Ye Wuchen and Long Huang' er walked out of the north gate without any obstacles. Then, Long Huang 'er let out a wild cry and ran forward without a care for her life.
"I'm out of the city! I'm out of the city!"
Like a canary who had gained her freedom, she looked at the blue sky and breathed in the pure air. Then, she let out a crisp laugh.
The further they got from the city, the fewer the passersby. This was the first time Ye Wuchen came to the north of the city ever since he entered Sky Dragon.
"Princess, where do you want to go?"
"Hmph, I don't like it when you call me princess now … You should call me Phoenix," Long Huang 'er said with her little nose wrinkled.
"Okay. Then, where does Phoenix want to go? "Ye Wuchen asked with a smile.
"As long as we don't go back to the palace, anywhere is fine," she said willfully.
"Then … Let's go catch some fish, okay? There's a very shallow stream up ahead. When your brother and I came back together, we even caught some fish to eat before entering the city. "
"Catch fish?" This was undoubtedly a new and exciting word to Long Huang 'er. She nodded hurriedly. "Quick, take me there. I want to go."
The stream murmured. The water didn't even reach her knees, and it was extremely clear. Fishes of all sizes could be seen swimming by. This kind of stream was almost extinct in Ye Wuchen's memory. However, it could be seen everywhere in this world.
There were all kinds of man-made ponds and lakes in the palace, but it was Long Huang 'er's first time seeing a stream. The murmur of the water was like music from the heavens to her ears. Her eyes flickered with light that was purer than the stream water.
She took off her shoes, lifted her skirt, and stood barefooted on the bluestone in the stream, enjoying the feeling of being gently caressed by the water. Her heart had never felt so comfortable and tranquil before. The natural flow of water was like heaven to her.
"Okay, don't just stand there. We're here to catch fish. Only fish that you catch yourself is the best. Don't tell me that Phoenix doesn't want to eat fish that you catch yourself? "
Ye Wuchen held a struggling carp in his hand. There was a smile on his face as if he was demonstrating.
(p: 1, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, and have children soon!)
(p: 2, The above drawing skills are pure nonsense. If there are any similarities, it's even more nonsense. Please don't blindly teach your own children because of personal worship.)
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