It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s]

    The words in Jiang Shuangling's mouth turned a corner, "You can draw well."

    Xue Li is a female worker in a textile factory. Her mother is a seamstress.

    She used to ponder and copy many pictorials at home, and all of them were very ugly. Xue Li couldn't do anything, so she thought of finding a professional teacher to learn painting.

    Xue Li really hopes that she can draw a beautiful art work.

    Unfortunately, she was very attentive to the class just now, and her mind had already recorded the main points of the teacher and recorded all the painting process, but her hands did not listen to her mind. It's just... that I drew such a horrible work.

    "You practice more, learn more, and you will get better." Jiang Shuangling comforted her very sympathetically.

    Xue Li looked at her curiously: "You draw so well, have you practiced at home before?"

    Jiang Shuangling nodded, "I practiced, I practiced for a long time."

    Although Xue Li was somewhat comforted, she was still very melancholy, "...I also practiced at home."

    The group leader collected all their works. When he saw the piece of paper drawn by Xue Li, he couldn't help laughing, "This is better than when Brother Qin came here. It's not very well drawn."

    Xue Li looked at her painting and felt ashamed. She was just an aggressive girl, but now she is quiet.

    Jiang Shuangling said on the side: "It's normal for people who just came to learn painting, and it's normal for them to be bad at painting. There is a lot of room for improvement in the future."

    Xue Li nodded.

    "How long will it take me to draw like you?"

    She thought to herself that if her level could become like Jiang Shuangling's painting, she would be satisfied.

    Jiang Shuangling: "...Look at your efforts."

      .

    She looked at the author of this painting, and she was not an old man in Ronggang Factory, but an outsider who just came to study.

    He Wenjin asked where the author of the painting was, she walked up to Jiang Shuangling and asked, "Have you studied painting before?"

    "I groped and copied the picture book and pictorial by myself."

    He Wenjin nodded and looked at her with a smile: "You are talented, and your paintings are very aura."

    "Is that so?" Jiang Shuangling was a little flattered. Her undergraduate degree is oil painting, and she has deep skills in sketching and modeling. She also likes Chinese painting and has studied Chinese painting, but her level of Chinese painting is practical. It is general.

    Chinese painting is easy to learn at the beginning, but it is very difficult to become a master. It pays attention to artistic conception and its own cultural accomplishment.

    "Yes, you, if you like it, learn it with your heart." He Wenjin likes this kind of talent who likes to draw and paint.

    "Thank you, teacher." Jiang Shuangling also has a good impression of He Wenjin. The other party really wants to promote art and is also keen on cultivating calligraphy and painting talents.

    "Teacher, can I borrow some art teaching books from you?"

    "Do you want to see it? I have it. I'll get you a few copies and go back and study it yourself." painting teaching materials.

    She carefully selected three books for Jiang Shuangling, "These two books are suitable for your level and talent. If you are interested in oil painting plaster, you can also read this one... We will also teach calligraphy here. ."

    Jiang Shuangling took over the three books and thanked He Wenjin several times.

    "Be careful when you look at it, don't wrinkle it."

    "Of course I'll be careful."

    Jiang Shuangling took the three books and sat back to her original position. Xue Li, who was on the side, saw it, and she was immediately envious, "This is what Teacher He gave you?"

    "No, I borrowed it from the teacher. I want to go back and think about the practice by myself."

    "No wonder, people like you must have made great progress." Xue Li is very envious of Jiang Shuangling's artistic talent.

    "Can you teach me."

    Jiang Shuangling patiently told her the technique of drawing plum blossoms just now, and demonstrated it again and again. Xue Li listened to it for a long time. It started much better.

    Jiang Shuangling was a little ashamed: "…"

    She has also worked part-time in various remedial classes to teach art classes before. She has taught amateur adults, elementary school students, and students for art exams, but it was the first time she met an artist like Xue Li like this...

    Deadwood.

    Ordinary people learn painting with ordinary talent. Xue Li's talent is much worse than normal. She really has to put in more effort to learn painting.

    Jiang Shuangling and Xue Li exchanged a few words, knowing that she is a female worker in a textile factory, and she also has a mother who is a very skilled tailor.

    When Jiang Shuangling heard that Xue Li's mother was a famous tailor, she was moved. She herself was just learning to make clothes, and she always felt that some of her details were not good enough. .

      I want to improve my tailoring level, and it will be more convenient to help my family make clothes in the future, and there will be more patterns.

    "Can I meet your mother and learn from her how to sew."

    "Of course, my mother is at home." Xue Li agreed very boldly, "Not to mention my mother, I'm not bad at making clothes by myself."

    "Who are you making clothes for?"

    "For my husband."

    Xue Li glanced at her and couldn't help but sigh: "This man is really lucky to have such a young and beautiful wife as you make clothes for him."

    Jiang Shuangling smiled, "You can really speak."

    After the art training class ended, Xue Li invited her to go with her to her house, "My house is not far from the steel mill, go the road ahead, and you will arrive after a few turns, but It takes ten minutes to walk…”

    After exiting the gate of the steel mill, Xue Li thought again: "Didn't you say you were going to pick up your son?"

    Jiang Shuangling: "...I'll be fine if I don't go, there's a car to pick them up home."

    "So, let's go."

    When the two went to Xue's house, they also went to the department store to buy some painting supplies. After buying, Xue Li hugged the things in her arms and looked distressed, "Just a few things. , more than half a month's salary is gone."

    Jiang Shuangling also bought a lot of things. Along with the pain, learning art is very expensive.

    Although this money is nothing to Qi Heng's salary, but she doesn't make any money now, so she spends Qi Heng's money to buy art supplies, which always makes Jiang Shuangling feel a bit unworthy strength.

    When she used to buy cloth and rice, she didn't think that spending the other party's money to buy these personal things she needed was a bit difficult to overcome.

    She can't always spend the other party's money like this.

    Although she will not go to work for the time being, she has to figure out a way to make money quickly.

    Jiang Shuangling followed Xue Li to their house. It was a small and narrow building. When they went up to the second floor, before they could open the door, they could already hear the beeping sound of the sewing machine in the room. This was a familiar sound. The sound of the sewing machine suddenly shocked Jiang Shuangling.

    My legs were shaking.

    It is probably a little sequelae left by stepping on the top of the sewing machine before.

    Xue Li knocked on the door and entered the house. Her mother was sitting in the living room playing with the sewing machine. When she saw the visitor, she warmly walked out from the sewing machine to entertain Jiang Shuangling.

     "This is a friend I met in the art training class. His surname is Jiang, and his name is Jiang Shuangling."

    Mother Xue nodded, poured a cup of hot water for Jiang Shuangling, chatted briefly, and then sat down in front of the sewing machine to fiddle. Jiang Shuangling stood beside her, She learns how to make clothes.

    Mother Xue's movements are very skilled, and she is an absolutely powerful old tailor. Jiang Shuangling has seen the new clothes she has put aside. The details are very delicate. Compared with the clothes made by mother Xue, Her craft is really rough.

    Jiang Shuangling asked about the details of adult men's clothes, and watched Mother Xue's demonstration for a while.

    Seeing that she had finished her studies, Xue Li invited Jiang Shuangling to her room to have a look.

    Jiang Shuangling entered Xue Li's room curiously, and found that there was a large bookshelf in the other's room, on which were placed various sets of comic strips collected by Xue Li.

    "I like reading this kind of comic strip, this, this... I have this set, and this set was bought by someone some time ago."

    "This book is very interesting. If you like it, I can lend it to you and take it home to read."

    Jiang Shuangling nodded, only now did she realize that Xue Li was actually a comic book lover in this era.

    "Then you study art because you like comic strips?"

    At this time, the painters were not very well-off, and it was difficult to sell art works. Even famous artists and various art students would take some jobs from publishing houses to draw comic strips. Therefore, this The level of comic strips at the time was very high.

    "Yeah." Xue Li admitted very generously that she wanted to study art precisely because she likes to read all kinds of comic strips.

    She found a journal and a notebook for Jiang Shuangling to read, Jiang Shuangling glanced at the journal, and the cover read "Rongcheng Serial Pictorial".

    Xue Li's tone was a little embarrassed, "Our Rongcheng comic strip is doing well, I read so many comic strips, and I wrote a small story myself, I just want to put this Once the story is drawn, it will be submitted to the Rongcheng pictorial."

    The dense black handwriting on the notebook was a little story written by Xue Li, and she showed Jiang Shuangling generously.

    This is the first time she has written something for outsiders.

    After Jiang Shuangling watched it, she found that it was a rather interesting story, in line with the main theme of this era, and it was also what happened in the factory. It was educational and humorous.

    "This story is very good, Xue Li, your writing is good."

    "Really? I'm also worried that you don't like it. My education level is not high, I only read junior high school... That is, just write a little story like this."

    "If only I could draw this story." Xue Li smiled wryly, she really likes comic strips, just last night, she dreamed that she was studying in an art training class, painting skills By leaps and bounds, she vividly described her story, and the Rongcheng pictorial even published her contribution!

    As a result, she just went to school for the first day today, and her rotten art talent has made her suffer.

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    She felt that the girl in front of her should write instead of drawing comics.