Chapter 121

The teachers of Tianlong Royal College have a common feature - being strict, treating all students equally, and there is no need to salute students from any powerful family. When the old man with a white beard on the stage saw ye Wuchen coming in, the enthusiasm in his eyes was still better than those students who looked adored. He was the one who witnessed ye Wuchen's painting skills on the court that day. He also knew what painting is and what is the peak of painting skills from that day on.

Learning is not old or young. This painting loving old man can be said to regard ye Wuchen as heaven and man. Although this occasion is obviously inappropriate, he still shows his excitement. It seems that he almost ran out of control and knelt down on the ground to worship his teacher.

"Young master ye, I'm looking forward to you at last. I've admired your painting skills for a long time. I just hate that I haven't been able to see you. I was so excited to hear that you would come in person yesterday. Mr. Ye is here. I really don't dare to continue to make a fool of myself. I wonder if I can have the honor to ask Mr. Ye to teach us a lesson to meet my wishes. I really appreciate it. "

The old man was eager and eager to speak out his desire. Directly forgot the Dragon Phoenix son beside him. In his opinion, listening to a lesson taught by God and man in such paintings is enough for him to use all his life. In front of Ye Wuchen, how dare he call himself a teacher and directly call himself an "old man".

The students under the stage showed surprise one after another. No one expected that this normally unsmiling teacher would pose such a gesture to a person not much older than them today. Although the recent rumors have made ye Wuchen extremely divine, all these newborn calves with prominent origins are arrogant and look at themselves bigger than the sky. Not many people will be convinced of a person because of the rumors. At this time, the old man's posture forced them to put away their deliberately pretended pride.

Painting again. It seems that since I came to this world, I always encounter something related to painting. While thinking, ye Wuchen lamented that he had been playing painting for three months because of his interest in childhood, and had such a great help in this world.

"What do you call Mr.?" Ye Wuchen asked politely.

"My surname is Hua and my name is bu Hao." The old man quickly replied.

Hua Buhao... Painting is not good. Ye Wuchen almost didn't laugh on the spot. He can't draw well and still learn painting skills. No wonder you can only be a teacher in the junior class.

He straightened his face, patted longhuang'er on the back and said, "princess, you go to your position first and sit down. Today I'll teach you painting in person, okay?"

How could long huang'er not agree to such a funny thing? Her eyes brightened, she nodded excitedly, and then hurried to sit down in front of her drawing board. Although she often doesn't remember her position, she can find it at a glance every time... Because that position is always empty.

Ye Wuchen's words naturally agreed to Hua Buhao's request, which made him very excited. He hurried down from the stage and respectfully let ye Wuchen go up. He stood in the corner and looked at him attentively, lest he should miss every action and every word he said.

Ye Wuchen stood on the stage and scanned his eyes. This is a somewhat luxurious decorated studio. There are more than 30 male and female students, big or small, with a large drawing board in front of everyone. The temperament of each one is extraordinary. They are by no means from ordinary families. As a princess, long huang'er naturally sat in the middle. At this time, she looked at him with big dark eyes. She felt for the first time that school could be so interesting.

After a short silence, he suddenly smiled: "does everyone have a lot to ask? It doesn't matter. Just ask. No one will blame you."

As soon as these words came out, the young men and girls who had been unable to restrain themselves almost rioted, and one after another shouted and became a mess.

"I heard that a bug you drew was taken away by a bird. Is it true?"

"Can you draw us a lotus that can be opened by yourself? I really want to see it with my own eyes. "

"I heard you defeated the most powerful Lin Xiao. Is that true? Why are you so good? "

"How old did you learn painting from? Who did you learn it from?"

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"My brother adores you, and I adore you. Will I marry you in the future?"

"My sister asked my father to propose marriage that day. Why don't you agree? Is my sister really inferior to the sister of the flower family? "

At first, the confused questions focused on painting skills, and then there was everything, which made ye Wuchen smile bitterly. He coughed and pressed his hand until the voice finally came to an end. Then he smiled and said, "well, you've asked all the questions. Now it's my turn to speak. If you want to know who I am, find out for yourself. The news from others is often not necessarily true. If you want to see the blooming lotus, why don't you try to understand your painting skills, draw a better painting in the future, and let others praise and marvel. What others paint, after all, is other people's things. Only when you draw it yourself, can you get the greatest satisfaction and enjoyment. Are you right? "

After hearing the speech, Hua Buhao was silent first, and then nodded greatly. Those students also nodded their heads. Although most of them haven't fully understood the meaning, they finally calmed down.

"Well, now remember my name. Today I will be your teacher for the time being. In the future, you will be proud of it! "

Ye Wuchen picked up the brush, quickly wrote his name on the drawing paper in front of him with the traditional characters of the world, and then turned the easel to present the three big characters of "ye Wuchen" in front of them. They looked at the name, and his voice filled with pride and confidence still echoed in their ears.

"I... used to be his student." Many years later, when they talked about it with their friends and future generations, they were full of glory and pride. And those listeners also showed envy and enthusiasm. Then, they will sigh with regret: "just the time is too short. There is only such a short and hurried day."

Hua Bu Hao's eyes, like being attracted by a magnet, were fixed on the three big characters. The short three words are integrated with atmosphere and beauty. At first glance, they are pleasing to the eyes. When you look closely, you can taste a magnificent momentum from the words, such as mountains into clouds and sea waves. To write words to such an extent, let alone see them with your own eyes and taste them in person, you haven't even heard of them.

His eyes were wet, because these three words were written with his brush, which will become his precious collection in the future. And those three words... If ye Wuchen doesn't take it away, he has planned to rush to grab it even if he doesn't spell it. Then hang it in the bedroom and taste it every day. Even ten thousand gold will never be sold.

Ye Wuchen had been coquettish a few days ago and knew that only he was willing to start with ten thousand gold. The ease of money is unprecedented.

"Since everyone is sitting here, they naturally come to learn painting skills. Then I ask you, why did you choose to learn painting? " Ye Wuchen glanced and asked calmly.

"Because I want to be a great painter!" A man who looked no bigger than long huang'er shouted. His answer made a lot of people nod together. Of course, a considerable part of them were forced to come reluctantly.

"Then why do you want to be a painter?" Ye Wuchen looked at the boy and asked with a smile.

The boy was immediately embarrassed. For those who were not very sound in their thinking ability, they really couldn't find a word to answer this question for a while. Ye Wuchen then said, "do you know why I wanted to learn painting?" They all showed an inquiring look, and even Hua Buhao put his ears up, "because at that time, I wanted to draw my most important and favorite person..."

The word "mother" flashed through his mind, but he could not reflect her figure. In the deep sea of memory, there is only the indelible attachment, but there is no her existence.

"There are many kinds of paintings. But the fundamental purpose of painting is to express your inner feelings. Only paintings made with hands and heart are real paintings, while paintings made only for painting with hands can only be dead paintings without feelings. " Ye Wuchen said, looked at their drawing board and asked, "now, can you tell me what you are painting?"

Hua Buhao quickly replied, "I'm teaching them to draw tigers."

"Tiger?" Ye Wuchen nodded, then casually pointed to a student and asked, "this little sister. Do you like tigers? "

The little girl shook her head and said, "I don't like it."

"What do you think when you draw a tiger?"

The little girl blinked her eyes and said carefully, "I... I didn't think of anything. I'll draw once my husband teaches me."

"What do you like best?" Ye Wuchen asked.

The little girl didn't think much and blurted out, "I like phoenix feather flowers best! I plant a lot every year, and there will be a lot of flowers in the yard. "

"OK, now tear up the tiger you just drew, and then draw phoenix feather flowers." Ye Wuchen said with a smile.

"Ah? But the teacher hasn't started to teach us to draw flowers and plants. I... I can't draw. "

Ye Wuchen shook his head and said seriously, "your favorite things are generally the things you are most familiar with. If you don't even have the confidence to draw the most favorite and familiar things well, what's the use of learning painting skills. Don't worry that you can't draw well. Draw them with a brush according to the phoenix feather flowers in your mind. If you feel as like as two peas, you can't do it well until it is the same as your own mind. You have to believe in yourself.

The little girl stayed for a few seconds and was deeply touched by his words. She nodded, tore off a piece of drawing paper without hesitation, picked up a brush and hung it on the paper for a long time. Because she is closing her eyes and depicting her favorite and familiar phoenix feather flower in her heart.

"What do you like best?"

"Well... It's my father!"

"Then draw your father."

"Ah? But... "

"Nothing, but. A man and a man, don't you even have confidence in such a simple thing as painting? Since you like your father best, don't you want to draw your father and show it to him? I think it will be the most precious gift your father has ever received. "

"... well! Although it is difficult, I will draw it well and show it to my father. "“ Well, what do you like best? "“ I like playing best! "" Then draw the happiest time you played. You must also want to keep that happiest memory, right? Then, use your brush to leave it on the picture. "{ Thank you for your support. Your support is our greatest motivation}this novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation