Rebirth 84, starting from fish farming

Chapter 398 Find a Teacher to Learn to Draw

It was already mid-July when Lu Changhua returned home.

Kindergarten is already on summer vacation.

At this moment, the children all went home and started having fun.

The adults all went to the fields to weed and loosen the soil, and they had no time to care about them.

The children are running wild day by day.

But Xiao Nuomi and Hu Le are very obedient.

The two hid at home and scribbled all day long.

As soon as Lu Changhua came back, he saw a lot of waste paper thrown on the floor of the living room.

Nuomi and Hu Le both look like little tabby cats, with black and white lines on their faces.

Little Shengyu sat in a pile of waste paper, tearing paper to play.

The three Xiong Bao brothers were lying around, yawning out of boredom and looking drowsy.

Grandma, grandma and several old ladies got together to play mahjong, while grandpa and grandpa went fishing in Beishan. Their team was getting bigger and bigger.

Xiao Nuomi and Sheng Yu were extremely excited about their father's return.

He ran over rolling and crawling, hugging Lu Changhua's calves on the left and right, refusing to let go.

Hu Le looked at the second uncle who came in naively, grinned, "Second uncle."

"What are you doing?"

"We're playing."

"...Painting, what's the matter?"

Hu Le grinned innocently and said he was just playing.

But Xiao Nuomi said seriously that she was painting.

Xiao Shengyu simply ignored his father's question, as if he didn't hear it, and started to ask for a hug.

Lu Changhua saw that the lines drawn on the white paper looked a little short of ink, so he asked: "Is the brush out of ink?"

"Ok!"

Little Nuomi nodded and looked at her father longingly.

"Okay, let your mother buy you a new one tomorrow."

"Is there no paper left?"

"Gone."

Lu Changhua looked at the painting scene of Xiao Nuomi and Hu Le, and his heart trembled.

Let’s not talk about whether they waste money or not. Let’s just say that this nonsense painting is not a problem.We need to find a teacher for them, or at least give them some enlightenment first.

Having made up his mind, Lu Changhua walked into the east room and called Wang Yao.

"What? Miss me so soon?"

Wang Yao said tiredly on the phone.

"Ahem, I just got home and saw my child scribbling. It's not a problem. You should find an art teacher and bring back some more brushes and paper for the child. Hu Le's share is also with him. It’s good for the two of you to paint together, as you have company.”

"That's right. Then I'll ask someone to find the teacher."

Lu Changhua came back from the capital and stayed in Beining for a day before returning.

Wang Yao manages such a large group and has too many things to do, so he is really busy at ordinary times.

But she never relaxed about her children's education.

Now that Nuomi is on summer vacation, it’s time to find a teacher and learn how to draw.

Although Beining is a county-level city, there are still talents.

There are actually people who learn painting in the county cultural center.

What people study is Western painting, that is, oil painting.

When Wang Yao found her, the 40-year-old artist was decorating the windows of the cultural center.

The curator took Wang Yao to find him, but he was still confused.

"Lv Xiangxue, Chairman Wang of Changhe Group is asking for your help."

"what?"

Lao Lu has been working in the cultural center for more than ten years and is now an artist there.

He is usually used to decorate the windows of department stores.

He can also make some extra money.

Changhe Group?So familiar? !

He stood up in confusion and looked at the young woman with outstanding temperament in front of him, a little reserved.

"Master Lu, haha, I should call you Teacher Lu."

"Oh, don't dare."

Lu Xiangxue even said he didn't dare.

"It's like this. My daughter is on summer vacation now. She likes to draw. I would like to ask you to be her teacher and give her some enlightenment. Do you have time?"

Seeing that Teacher Lu was still a little hesitant, the curator was a little unhappy.

If he can bring Director Wang, he has actually shown his attitude. If you, Lao Lu, don't give you this face, how embarrassing will you be?

The curator coughed and said, "Old Lu, please put down what you are doing. Director Wang's business is very important. You must do your best to educate the children in art."

Wang Yao also quickly said: "Teacher Lu, we will pay the teaching fee according to the current market price in Beining. What do you think?"

Lu Xiangxue only now remembered who the Changhe Group was.

Wang Dong?

Isn't that the boss lady?

"Mr. Lu, if you have any requirements, just ask."

Wang Yao added another sentence.

"Huh? No, no."

Wang Yao nodded.

"Then get ready and come back with me soon. My daughter is at the farm, and you may have to stay down there for a month."

"well."

Lu Xiangxue turned around and left, then suddenly turned around and asked, "Dr. Wang, how old is your daughter?"

"Four years old."

"Okay, I get it now."

Lu Xiangxue agreed with Wang Yao on a meeting place, and then he got on his bicycle and rushed home.

After arriving home, he said to his wife: "What about that? I'm going to the farm to teach for a month. I'll be back in mid-August."

"Huh? So long? Teaching? What are you teaching?"

"This is what happened." Lao Lu told him what had just happened.

"Didn't that tell you how much I paid you?"

Lao Lu replied: "I told you, I'll give you the market price."

"Oh. But since their family is so rich, they shouldn't treat you badly. I'll pack your luggage for you."

The couple packed their luggage and put away their brushes and papers.

He knew that the child was learning children's painting and that the oil painting set would not be useful for the time being.

The couple loaded their luggage on their backs and rushed to the agreed place.

Wang Yao was already waiting there in his car.

I saw Teacher Lu coming.

Wang Yao quickly got out of the car, opened the trunk, packed her luggage, and chatted with Mrs. Lu for a while before she asked: "Teacher Lu, do you think you need to buy anything? For teaching?"

"Oh, let's go to the art store and have a look."

After saying goodbye to Lao Lu's wife, Wang Yao took Teacher Lu to the art store.

All art supplies are sold here.

Paper, pen, ink, paint, etc.

There are also copy albums and sketches, such as plaster heads and sculptures for sketches.

Lao Lu asked Wang Yao to buy some pencils, paper and drawing boards, and also bought a portrait of a Westerner.

"Dr. Wang, let your children learn to sketch first. This is also the foundation of art. If you don't know this foundation, it will not be solid."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

After loading all these things into the car, the two of them headed to the farm.

Along the way, the two chatted for a while.

Only then did Wang Yao learn that Lu Xiangxue had studied at the Guangzhou Academy of Fine Arts, and later became an art designer at the Cultural Center due to composition issues.

Because of Lu Xiangxue's arrival, Lu Changhua asked the kindergarten to temporarily open a classroom for Nuomi and Hu Le to attend classes here.

As for other children coming to attend classes and study, Lu Changhua applauded with both hands.

You know, studying art is very boring.

Having a group of like-minded people around can make children feel less lonely and bored.

Lu Changhua has no extravagant expectations for his daughter in art. As long as she likes it, she can do anything.

As for whether I can become a painter in the future, it doesn't matter.

Lu Xiangxue is still capable.

In the first class, he brought Xiao Nuomi and Hu Le together.

It seems that children have a natural fear of teachers.

The teacher's words are more effective than the imperial edict.

Children don’t have to listen to what their parents say, but the teacher’s words cannot be distorted in the slightest.

That night, the Lu family hosted a banquet for Mr. Lu.

But it wasn't just the Lu family who were eating, there were two tables at once.

Wang Yao also stayed at home for a day.

Lu Changhua was lying on the kang, and then he told his wife about buying a computer for Wang Lu in the capital.

"Lulu has already called me and said thank you."

Wang Yao smiled.

"This girl."

She keeps in touch with her eldest sister at all times.

"Hey, look at my daughter's paintings."

Wang Yao took out a piece of paper.

There is an apple drawn with a pencil on the painting.

Although his brushwork was very unfamiliar and the apples he drew were not round, Lu Changhua's eyes lit up.

This child has a talent for painting.

"Not bad, the painting looks really similar."

Wang Yao took the cardboard, looked at it again and again, and couldn't put it down.

"Both my daughter and son went to sleep with grandma tonight, so let's..."

"Go, just think about good things."

Wang Yao rolled her eyes and rolled her eyes at her husband.

"What? You still dislike me?"

"Didn't you come yesterday?"

"Yesterday is yesterday, today is today, can it be the same?"

"Why is it different?"

"Then why did you eat yesterday? Why are you eating today?!"

"Pfft~"

Wang Yao giggled, looking at Lu Changhua and smiling.

"Isn't it the first year you work as a rice cook? You've been working as a rice cook for several years, why are you still working as a rice cook?"

"Haven't you heard that beauty is delicious!"

Lu Changhua said confidently.

"Keep your voice down, don't let mom and the others hear you."

Wang Yao was so frightened that she quickly covered Lu Changhua's mouth.

"Haha, you are afraid sometimes too!"

Lu Changhua turned over and got into his wife's bed.

Tonight the moonlight is like water and there are stars.

There were bursts of crickets chirping.

The faint moonlight outside the window shone on the earth, and the houses far and near became hazy.

The three Xiong Bao brothers were lying on the floor in the living room, with their limbs stretched out and snoring.

If you were an outsider, you would have thought that there were three strong men sleeping in the living room.

The kang in the Westinghouse was rolled over by the waves.

On and off, until late at night.

(End of this chapter)