Ordinary countryside reborn

Chapter 91 Students and Teachers
Tian Yuan smiled and said shyly, "Thank you, Teacher, for taking care of my business."

Zhang Guoqiang laughed when he heard this.

The first time he saw Tian Yuan painting on the street, he had a strange feeling.

Many children from poor families have limited knowledge. Before high school, most of the children went to the farthest place, which is probably the town.

The only things that can touch the outside world are books and TV.But there are only a few households in each village who can afford a TV set.Children are impatient to watch the news. There are only eight closed-circuit TVs in the town at most, and they only like to watch cartoons and TV series.

Apart from going to school, there is no other channel for them to see the outside world and learn things they don't know.

Just like Tianyuan can draw, Zhang Guoqiang has not figured it out yet, how can a child from a poor family have the money to learn to draw?

Most of the junior high school students in the village’s understanding of art is limited to copying children’s paintings in art textbooks. In elementary school art classes, there are no professional teachers to teach them. They let the children draw and play by themselves; they have never heard of sketching. , to sketch these professional terms.

And Tianyuan not only knows how to draw, but also draws very well. This is what Zhang Guoqiang feels strange about.

Zhang Guoqiang looked at the countryside and pondered for a moment.

He said: "I have collected some books there. You can come to my house to have a look if you have time. Your teacher's wife is an English teacher in the second year of high school. You can also come and ask her for some learning things."

Tianyuan was stunned for a while, then realized, and quickly said: "Teacher, as long as I don't have class, I have time. What time is convenient for the teacher and the teacher's wife?"

Zhang Guoqiang looked at Tian Yuan's impatient look, pointed at Tian Yuan's book, and said with a smile: "I can also check your novel for you, but..."

Zhang Guoqiang turned to look at his son not far away, smiled, and continued: "But you have to teach my son to draw."

It would be better if it was not free, otherwise the favor would be too great.

Tian Yuan nodded without hesitation: "No problem, teacher, then you can help me see, can I write like this here? I always feel that there is something close..."

After reaching an agreement, Tian Yuan couldn't wait to turn to the page he just wrote, and asked Zhang Guoqiang for help.

The two studied together. Under Zhang Guoqiang's guidance, Tian Yuan nodded from time to time and took a pen to revise. Time passed, and the two stopped until Zhang Guoqiang's son ran back and called him.

Zhang Huijie is about as tall as Tian Yu, less than 1.5 meters, but boys develop slower, which is normal.

He looked up at Tianyuan, turned around and asked Zhang Guohui: "Dad, I finished painting, shall we go back now?"

"Come on, let me see, how is the painting?" Zhang Guoqiang stretched out his hand to his son.

Zhang Huijie handed over the drawing board and looked at him expectantly.

Bamboo and some small flowers and grasses were drawn on the paper, as well as him and Tian Yuan sitting on the stool. Although there is no resemblance to them at all, but there are only three of them nearby, so it is easy to guess.

Zhang Guoqiang looked at his son with a smile, "Xiaojie, Dad found you an art teacher."

He looked at Tian Yuan and introduced, "It's the sister next to you. Are you happy?"

Zhang Huijie frowned and looked at Tian Yuan, with distrust in his eyes, he lowered his head without speaking, silently refusing.

Zhang Guoqiang continued: "Do you still remember the painting that Dad took home during the summer vacation? It was drawn by this sister. How about it, do you want my sister to teach you how to draw?"

Zhang Huijie raised his head in surprise. He looked at Tian Yuan, who looked a little older than him. He didn't believe that she could draw at all, but he had seen the painting that Zhang Guoqiang took back.

"Then can you draw bamboo?" He asked hesitantly.

Zhang Guoqiang immediately put on a serious face, "It's impolite, you want to call me sister, how do I usually teach you?"

"Oh, sister, can you draw bamboo?"

Zhang Huijie asked again.

Tian Yuan smiled, but without answering, she picked up her notebook and began to draw.

Bamboo often appears in pieces. In rural areas, bamboo poles are drawn from the root to the top, and pushed up section by section, with curved sections but not poles.

Zhang Huijie was fascinated by her movements, staring at the pen in her hand intently.

Seeing his son's stupid look, Zhang Guoqiang knew that he liked the paintings of this "little teacher".

The bamboo shoots bend down and hang down, interlaced with each other, a few strokes outline the leaves in the distance, and the treatment of near solid and far empty makes the picture have a spatial relationship.

"Wow, that's amazing, sister, teach me!" Zhang Huijie shouted excitedly.

Zhang Huijie studied painting for a year with an art teacher in No. [-] Middle School, but the teacher was an old man, and the class was very serious, and he only taught sketching, not much drawing.Zhang Huijie was impatient to draw sketches, and he was tired of sitting on a picture for several hours, so he didn't study anymore.

Thinking of becoming so powerful in the future, he stared at Tian Yuan in an instant, and he was no longer the indifferent look just now.

Tian Yuan smiled and nodded: "Okay, but I have to see how you draw first."

Zhang Huijie immediately took the board from Zhang Guoqiang and handed it to Tian Yuan, "Sister, look, I drew this, how about it?"

Zhang Guoqiang is also very happy. His son likes to draw, and there are only three art teachers in the town, and the distance to other high schools is too far. Now that he has found a satisfactory teacher, he no longer has to ask for help.

Tian Yuan carefully looked at a few of his paintings, and seriously commented: "There is still a little foundation, but, have you not learned how to sketch?"

"Yes, yes, the teacher only taught sketching, and I only learned to draw apples and plaster geometric figures."

Zhang Huijie felt that he had learned something, but he seemed to know nothing.

He complained in a tone: "We've been practicing arranging cables for a long time, it's not fun at all."

Zhang Guoqiang coughed and put on a straight face: "Those are for you to lay the foundation. You don't have any foundation. Do you just want to draw people and landscapes? To learn anything, you need patience and persistence!"

After talking a few words, knowing that his son didn't like to hear these things, and also afraid that he would develop rebellious psychology, Zhang Guoqiang finally asked: "Okay, do you like the teacher I found for you this time?"

Zhang Huijie nodded like a pounding garlic, opened the corners of his mouth to both sides, and said happily: "I like it, my sister draws very well."

He looked at Tian Yuan, "Sister, when do we start class?"

Tian Yuan looked up at the sky, and replied: "Dinner is about to come, let's wait until dinner is finished."

Zhang Guoqiang thought for a moment, and said, "Tianyuan, you can go to eat at home too, and let your teacher's wife meet by the way, she has been looking for a teacher for Xiaojie recently, and now that she has found it, she has to get to know her."

Tian Yuan said embarrassedly: "Teacher, I'd better go after dinner, I can teach Xiaojie in the evening."

Zhang Guoqiang didn't persuade him either, and he would get to know each other more often in the future. He nodded and said, "Then the class will be on Sunday afternoon from now on. Usually, the get out of class time is too short, so it's not easy for you to run around, but you can find me anytime. Read your book."

Tian Yuan smiled and said, "Okay, thank you teacher."

(End of this chapter)