At 4: 50 PM on Friday, Yang Yi arrived at the entrance of Huijia Primary School early, just like the other parents who were waiting for their children to finish school. However, Yang Yi had to guide Xi Xi in her drawing today, so he didn't just wait at the school entrance.
Yang Yi casually used an excuse to register with the guard and walked in. Yang Yi was very familiar with Xi Xi's classroom, so he easily walked to the building where Xi Xi was.
When Yang Yi arrived, the classroom was still quiet and empty. But soon, as the bell rang, the whole school seemed to be boiling with excitement. Not long after, every corner of the school was filled with all kinds of excited shouts.
It was the same for the first grade building. Children who had just finished their interest classes quickly emerged in the corridor.
There were also children who packed their bags before going to their interest classes and went straight home after school, like Xi Xi sometimes.
However, there were still many children who went back to class before going home. Some of them were on duty to clean the classroom, so they hurried back, wanting to quickly finish sweeping and go home.
But why was there an adult standing outside the classroom?
They first looked at Yang Yi strangely, then lowered their voices and whispered to each other as they ran to the back of the classroom to get brooms and spatulas.
Although they were very curious about Yang Yi's identity, children at this age didn't know Liang Jingru, so they didn't have the courage to take the initiative to talk to an unfamiliar adult.
Of course, they also didn't remember seeing Xi Xi's father at last year's parent-teacher conference. Children at this age wouldn't remember these things.
Yang Yi was afraid of scaring these children, so he wore an amiable smile. His eyes swept over the children running by from time to time, hoping to see the figure of the little girl he was worried about.
"Xin Er, Xin Er, we have to go up! We still have to draw and can't go home! " Downstairs, Yang Yi caught a clear cry that was mixed in with the noise of many children. Yang Yi stuck his head out to take a look, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
Sure enough, after a while, Xi Xi and Lan Xin, the two little girls who went to the library for reading class, ran up.
"Papa!" Xi Xi was pleasantly surprised to see her father. The little girl didn't think that her father would come up so early. She screamed and happily threw herself at her father and hugged him tightly.
Seeing Xi Xi and Lan Xin leading a tall and burly adult into the classroom, several boys who were sweeping the floor suddenly widened their eyes and looked at Yang Yi with some fear.
When they were outside, they didn't feel anything.. but when the adult walked into the classroom, in the small space, his tall and burly figure, suddenly gave them a terrible pressure!
They were like kittens that saw a big tiger and didn't dare to say a word …
In the middle of the classroom, there was a little girl who was packing her schoolbag. When she saw this scene, she ran over curiously and got close to Xi Xi and whispered, "Xi Xi, who is this uncle?"
This little girl seemed to have a good relationship with Xi Xi.
"This is my Papa!" Xi Xi giggled and looked very happy. She took the initiative to introduce, "Papa, this is Yuqian. We are going to do the blackboard bulletin together."
It turned out to be the little girl Du Yuqian.
Yang Yi smiled and nodded to her.
Du Yuqian was more surprised. Her eyes widened and she said in surprise, "You are Xi Xi's father? The father who drew Ding Dang? "
Well, there seemed to be a problem with the logic of this question.
…
After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Yang Yi was pulled to the back of the classroom by Xi Xi, who couldn't wait any longer. Xi Xi pointed to the big blackboard at the back and eagerly waited for her father to teach her how to draw Ding Dang.
In the past week, Xi Xi and her friends had put a lot of effort into the blackboard bulletin!
Now, several areas had been planned on the blackboard and were outlined with beautiful lace. At least in terms of design, Yang Yi felt that these little girls had done a good job!
One of the areas had been filled in with content. It was probably a poem that Nan Zhaoyu helped to copy when Xi Xi drew Ding Dang yesterday. Yang Yi took a look and found that Nan Zhaoyu's handwriting was not bad. Every stroke was written beautifully and powerfully. Compared with his father, the great calligrapher Nan Yiyun, there was still a big gap. However, among these first grade children, he could definitely be called a crane in a flock of chickens!
And this poem was actually "The Long Ballad". Yang Yi felt that the last two sentences were quite suitable for these children.
"These patterns were all designed by you? That's a good idea! By separating the content, it won't look too messy and it's much more refreshing! "Yang Yi smiled with appreciation.
"This is what Sister Xiaowei taught us. Many classes in the third grade draw it like this!" Xixi blinked her eyes and said.
"I drew it here." Du Yuqian couldn't help but interrupt. She waved her little hand in front of the blackboard and even jumped, gesturing to Yang Yi.
"I also drew it. I drew it here." Lan Xin saw the situation and couldn't wait to take credit.
"You are all very good! Well done! "Yang Yi smiled and praised.
"But it still needs to have Ding Dang to really look good!" Xi Xi pouted and said sullenly.
Dad, don't just look at it! She had been waiting to draw Ding Dang!
Xi Xi had already erased what she drew yesterday. Now, there was a large blank space in the middle of the blackboard. Xi Xi was eager to draw it earlier so that the friends who laughed at her drawing of Ding Dang yesterday could look at her in a new light!
"Coming, coming. Wait for dad to get something! "Yang Yi smiled and walked back to the podium.
How to teach Xi Xi how to draw a Ding Dang on a big blackboard? Yang Yi had already thought about this problem at home. He took a wooden triangular ruler from the podium that was given to teachers by the school.
Seeing Yang Yi take out such a big gesture, let alone Xi Xi, even Lan Xin came over to watch curiously. Du Yuqian, Nan Zhaoyu, who just came to help, and a few other children followed Yang Yi.
"Xi Xi, when you want to draw a picture on such a big blackboard, you have to learn the composition." Yang Yi pressed the triangular ruler on the blackboard, turned his face, and said to Xi Xi with a smile, "You have to think about how to move the picture on the blackboard according to the correct proportion."
Xi Xi didn't understand these nouns at all. She looked at her father with some confusion, waiting for him to explain.
But fortunately, Xi Xi didn't need to fully understand these principles. Soon, she saw her father take the original copy of the Ding Dang that she used to copy. He gestured to her and said, "Look, this Ding Dang, isn't it the head? It's the same proportion as the body, right? The head is a little bigger here, but it's actually not that big, right? "
Xi Xi nodded gently. She understood this.
Yang Yi took the triangular ruler again and gestured in the big blank space in the middle of the blackboard. He used the chalk to poke small dots and dotted lines on it.
"Let's plan it like this. You can draw the head of the Ding Dang in this area. Of course, we've left a space for the dragonfly. The next area, draw the body. The space is about the same as the head, but when you draw it, you can draw it a little smaller. "
Little dots and dotted lines. After a while, Xi Xi, who was watching her father work with all her attention, was surprised to see that there were areas on the blackboard that could be filled with various parts of the Ding Dang. Her father seemed to be helping her break down a very complicated picture into simple parts by simple decomposition!
Her father was so amazing!
Xi Xi's eyes lit up as she looked at her father with admiration.
"Can you see it?" Yang Yi turned his head and saw Xi Xi's expression. He knew that his strategy had succeeded. He smiled and asked, "Isn't it much easier to draw like this?"
Xi Xi nodded her little head happily.
However, Du Yuqian, Lan Xin, and Nan Zhaoyu had never taken drawing lessons. They were not like Xi Xi who had watched her father draw since she was a child. They were confused and shook their heads in confusion. They muttered, "I can't tell …"
Well, these children did not know how to compose a picture. They did not know how to draw a complete picture step by step from the beginning to the end. Naturally, there was no way for them to tell what the Ding Dang looked like from Yang Yi's messy little dots and curves.
"It's okay if you can't tell. Later, Xi Xi will draw it out and you'll see the effect." Yang Yi smiled and comforted them.
Yang Yi moved an empty table over and said, "Come on, Xi Xi, it's your turn to draw!"
Xi Xi was eager to try, but she was not very confident. The little girl looked a little shy. She intertwined her two little hands and twisted her body on the spot. She whispered coquettishly, "Papa, can I draw it myself?"
"Yes, you can draw it yourself! But Dad will be watching, and he will guide you to complete it. Don't worry! "Yang Yi said encouragingly.
"Hee hee, okay then!" When Xi Xi heard that her father would guide her, she immediately regained her confidence. She smiled sweetly and actively stretched out her two little arms.
Usually, she had to step on the stool before she could step on the table to draw. Now that her father was here, she did not need to go through so much trouble.
Yang Yi reached out and hugged the little girl like a princess. She was carried and "flew" onto the table as if she was riding on clouds.
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