School Grass - William Castle

Chapter 60

"What is this Matisse style?"

Hua Xiaoyi flipped through the paintings and asked again.

Seriously, she likes such a simple use of paint, and the bold use of color in the drawing is very novel, as if a soothing, a stabilizing agent, or like a proper easy chair, which can eliminate human fatigue.

"This is the earliest Art Nouveau symbolism school in the 20th century. It is characterized by wild color use and strong visual impact, often giving people an unusual feeling. This Matisse style is also called 'Fauvism' 'Painting style."

An Xihao continued to drink porridge.It seems that drinking porridge is one of the great pleasures in life.

Soon, he continued to point at Hua Xiaoyi with an empty bowl.

Hua Xiaoyi complained in her heart——Oh my god, this stinky brat almost regards her as his mother and maid.

"What about these?"

She took out some other pictures.

"These are Post-Impressionist styles, like Van Gogh, Gauguin, Cézanne."

An Xihao pointed to some of the paintings and said.

"You... do you like painting very much?"

Hua Xiaoyi had to admit that An Xihao, an annoying brat, had a great talent for painting.

Could it be that these two twins have superhuman intelligence?

An Yuxi's intelligence is extraordinary, she has seen it before.

But An Xihao is like a child with sensitive senses and delicate touch, so his observation and insight will always remain pure and full of curiosity like the eyes of a baby.

"Well. No one was with me before, so I only used painting to pass the time."

Hua Xiaoyi saw a bundle of drawings from a long time ago, dated 15 years ago, which was drawn by An Xihao when he was four years old.

Inside is a family portrait, father, mother, him, and An Yuxi.

Drawn when I was five years old, An Yuxi is no longer there.

By the time he was ten, he was alone, alone, abandoned in a corner.He hugged an SD doll lonely, sitting in the sand, the corners of his mouth were pursed stubbornly, his eyes were moist, and the drawing was full of sad tears...

The people in the painting are decreasing year after year.

In the end, there is no more scenery, only the scenery elsewhere.

Looking at these paintings, Hua Xiaoyi felt sore in her heart and felt an indescribable discomfort. This kind of discomfort is interlinked, because she is also a person who has experienced it. She can feel all the grievances and grievances she has silently endured in her heart for a child who lost the warmth of her family since she was a child. strong.

That's why this child has been with swans since he was four years old.This is due to its environment.

"Hey, An Xihao, can you teach me the violin?"

"Which aspect?"

"I still don't know much about bow handling."

An Xihao stood up and walked in front of Hua Xiaoyi.

She was in a good pose, and the orange violin in her hand was shining with pink luster.

An Xihao raised his hand, and gently stroked this delicate and small violin, his eyes shone with affection as deep as the sea, as if he had endless longing.

He took a closer look, pinched her arm, and said lazily: "I told you the main points of holding a bow, you are so stupid. Let me say it several times, the most important thing about holding a bow is to be strict. Grasp the position of the thumb, index finger and little finger of the right hand on the bow stick, and feel the role they play in holding the bow stick."

"Ah, you can play the violin. Of course you can speak so confidently after you have learned it. I am a beginner. Hey! Can you be gentle."

Before she could finish speaking, the damned An Xihao twisted her arm again.to show punishment.

Hua Xiaoyi twitched the corners of her mouth, and looked at him sadly—is this brat taking revenge for the one who made a chestnut just now?

In the end, he said something that made her angry again, to anger her: "Your skin is so soft. It's like cotton candy, warm..."

(End of this chapter)