The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 115 0115. Learning to draw is very hard. (5)

Just as Jiang Shaoheng lifted Zhuang Xinian out of bed, the door was opened, and Zhuang's father poked his head in. Seeing that the two children had already got up, he smiled, "Are you up? Brush your teeth and wash your face quickly, Come out for breakfast!"

The two hurriedly washed up and went out to eat. After eating, Jiang Shaoheng automatically cleaned up the dishes and went to wash, while Zhuang Xinian was called into the studio by Zhuang's father.

"Nian Nian, have you made up your mind to learn to draw?" Zhuang's father's voice was serious and solemn, his previously gentle eyes became sharp now, and he was full of scrutiny when he looked at Zhuang Xi Nian.

Zhuang Xinian pursed her lips and nodded heavily, "Dad, I've made up my mind. I want to learn to draw!"

"Nian Nian, learning to paint is very hard. It is different from the pain of learning Taekwondo. It is the mental torture caused by being boring. Do you still want to learn?" Zhuang's father did not exaggerate the fact, he himself came here like this , Of course, I don't want to see my daughter give up after learning half of it.

"I want to learn!"

The categorical three words opened the curtain of Zhuang Xinian's study.

In the first class, Zhuang's father did not let Zhuang Xinian do it, but taught her some basic knowledge of painting.

Zhuang Xinian sounded a bit strenuous, because many of them were technical terms, and she hadn't gone through systematic literacy, so after Zhuang's father finished speaking, he asked her, "Niannian, do you understand?"

Zhuang Xinian's answer was: "I don't understand."

Zhuang's father laughed and didn't care. He just mentioned it to Zhuang Xinian in general. He wanted Zhuang Xinian to read the next book he recommended to her with questions. In this case, Zhuang Xinian would take it more seriously. Go and see because she has doubts.

"It's right if you don't understand. If you don't understand, you still have questions." Zhuang's father went to a shelf in the corner and took out two books. "These two books are the explanations of basic knowledge. You should read them first." , Ask me if there is anything you don’t understand after reading it, okay?”

Zhuang Xinian took the two books and opened the first page cautiously.

Those two books were obviously very worn out. Apart from the original font, there were some annotations on the first page, both old and new.

Zhuang Xinian immediately understood that this was his father's handbook, maybe it was the one he used since he was a child!
"Thank you Dad!" Zhuang Xinian held the two books in his hands, and then asked hesitantly, "Then Dad, can I not read it in the studio?"

Father Zhuang laughed, "You can read it anywhere you want, but be careful not to damage these two books."

Zhuang Xi said "Mmm" twice, then ran out of the studio with the book in her arms, Zhuang's father ignored her and continued to paint by herself.

After Zhuang Xinian ran out of the studio, she found Jiang Shaoheng in the living room.

Jiang Shaoheng was doing his homework, sitting directly on the ground, using the coffee table as a desk, his back was straight and straight, the hand holding the pen was slender and beautiful, with well-defined joints, and Zhuang Xinian could still see the sunlight filtered through the windows and curtains. The fluff on Jiang Shaoheng's side face.

Zhuang Xinian lightened his steps, walked quietly to Jiang Shaoheng's side, looked at the homework he was writing, he didn't seem to have taught it, didn't understand it, after curling his lips, he sat down beside Jiang Shaoheng, leaning against the He wanted to start reading on the sofa behind him, but felt so uncomfortable. He put the two books aside, looked up at Jiang Shaoheng, who seemed not to be affected by her, and then stretched out his hand to Jiang Shaoheng's...

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