Heavenly Star

Teachers at Heavenly Dragon Royal Academy share a common specialty - harsh, treating all students equally, and not courting any student from a privileged home. And when the old man with the white beard on the stage saw Ye Wuchen come in, the fanaticism in his eyes surpassed those who worshipped him. He was the one who witnessed Ye Wuchen's painting skills on the scene that day. He also knew from that day on what was called painting and what was the culmination of painting skills.

Without learning how to grow young, this elderly man who is desperate for painting can regard Ye Wuchen as a heavenly man. Although this occasion is obviously inappropriate, he still reveals his full excitement. He seems to have almost rushed over uncontrollably and knelt down to worshipper on the ground.

“Mr. Ye, finally came to expect you. My husband has been in your painting suit for a long time and hates to see you for nothing. Yesterday my husband heard that you were coming in person, really excited to stay up all night. When Lord Ye arrived, the old man really dared not continue to make a fool of himself. I wondered if it would be a privilege to invite Mr. Ye to teach us a lesson to satisfy the wishes of the old man. I really appreciate it. ”

The old man was passionate and eager to bring out his desire. Forget the dragon phoenix right next to him. In his view, listening to a lesson in a painting like this is enough to give him a lifetime of use. In front of Ye Wuchen, how dare he call himself a teacher, and call himself "husband” directly.

The students underneath the stage were surprised, and no one expected a teacher who laughed so hard this weekday to make such a gesture towards someone much bigger than them today. Though recent rumours have put Ye Wuchen's God in his divinity, all these brilliant native calves are arrogant and look at themselves bigger than the sky, and not many people are oral to a person because of rumours. At this point, the old man's posture forced them to put away their deliberate arrogance.

It's painting again, and it seems that since coming to the world, there's always something about painting. Ye Wuchen thought, while sighing at himself, the interest caused him to play the painting technique intermittently for three months. In this world, he actually had such huge arm help.

“I wonder what sir would call it?” Ye Wuchen politely asked.

“The old man's name is Hua, and his name is Takeshi.” The old man hastily replied.

Huabu Artemisia... Poor painting. Ye Wuchen Different didn't laugh out on the spot. If you can't draw well, you can still learn drawing skills. No wonder you can only be a teacher in the beginner class.

He fixed his face and photographed the back of the Dragon Phoenix. “Princess, why don't you go sit down and I'll teach you how to paint today? ”

How could a dragon phoenix refuse such a fun thing, her eyes shining, her head excited, and then rush to sit in front of her drawing board. Though she often doesn't remember which position she is in, she always finds out at once… because that is where it is always empty.

Ye Wuchen naturally agreed to Hua Baochen's request. He was thrilled and rushed off the stage. He respectfully let Ye Wuchen go up. And he stood on the corner of the wall, concentrating on looking at him, but afraid to miss every move of him, and every word.

Ye Wuchen stood on the stage, his eyes swept down. This is a luxurious studio decorated with more than thirty or large or male students, each with a large drawing board in front of them. A single person has an absolute temperament and is never of ordinary origin. As a princess, Dragon Phoenix naturally sat in the middle of nowhere, looking at him very excitedly with big black painted eyes. For the first time, she found it so interesting to go to school.

After a brief silence, he suddenly smiled: “Does everyone have a lot to ask? It doesn't matter. No one will blame you for asking. ”

As it turns out, young boys and girls who were already impatient almost rioted, screaming one after the other into chaos.

“Listen to you paint a bug taken away by a bird, isn't it true? ”

“Can you draw us a lotus flower that we can blossom ourselves? I really want to see it for myself. ”

“Is it true that you beat all the best Lin Xiao? Why are you so good? ”

“How old were you when you learned to draw? ”

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“My brother adores you, I adore you, and I will marry you in the future, okay? ”

“Why didn't you agree when my sister asked my father to bring up the kiss that day? Is my sister really no better than Hana's sister? ”

The confused question initially revolved around the painting technique, and then everything else. It made Ye Wuchen laugh a little bit. He coughed and pressed his hand until the voice finally went down, and he smiled: "Well, you've all asked. Now it's my turn. If you want to know what kind of person I am, find out for yourselves, and often the news from other populations is not necessarily true. And if you want to see the blooming lotus flower, why don't you try to understand the art of painting yourselves and draw a better picture in the future, so that others can praise it and marvel at it? After all, what others paint is what others paint, and only if they paint it themselves will they get the greatest satisfaction and enjoyment. Aren't you? ”

Huabou Artemisia was first silent, then big head. Those students also seemed to understand the end of the story, and while most of them had not fully understood the meaning of it, they were finally quiet.

“Now, remember my name. Today I will take your teacher, and on that day you will be proud. ”

Ye Wuchen picked up the brush, quickly wrote his name on the drawing paper in front of him in the traditional words of the world, and then turned around the drawing frame, so that "Ye Wuchen” three words like dragon flying phoenix appeared in front of them. They looked at the name and his voice was still echoing in his ears, full of arrogance and self-confidence.

“I... was a student of his.” Years later, when they brought this up with their friends and descendants, their faces were full of glory and pride. And the audience showed envy and fanaticism. Thereafter, they sighed with regret: "It's just a short time, it's just such a short and hurried day. ”

If the eyes of Huabu Artemisia are attracted to the death of the magnet, it is rated on those three large words. Short three words, the atmosphere and the beauty are combined. At first glance, I feel delighted. After a closer look, I can actually taste from the words to an infinite atmosphere, such as mountains into the clouds, such as the sea shock. Can write to such a degree, don't see it with your own eyes, taste it personally, you haven't even heard of it.

His eyes were wet, because the three words were written in his brush, and that brush would surely become his precious collection. And those three words... If Ye Wuchen doesn't take them away, he already intends to jump and grab them after he leaves even if he spells and doesn't have an old face. Then hang in the bedroom for a daily taste, even if it's definitely not for sale.

Ye Wuchen knew a few days ago that he was the only one who wanted to, and any number of pennies would be Ten Thousand Gold. Easy to get money is unprecedented and unprecedented.

“Since we're all sitting here, we're all here to learn painting skills. Then I ask you, why did you choose to learn painting skills?” Ye no-chen glanced and asked peacefully.

“Because I want to be a great painter!” A man who looked a lot bigger than the Dragon Phoenix said out loud. His answer was to brush the heads all together. Of course, a significant proportion of them were forced reluctantly.

“Then why do you want to be a painter?” Ye Wuchen asked with a smile looking at the boy.

The boy was embarrassed, and the question was not very sound for his mental abilities, and they really couldn't find a word to answer it for a while. Ye Wuchen continued: “Do you know why I studied painting in the first place?” They all revealed the look of questioning, even Huabuo Artemisia pushed her ears up, “because at that time I wanted to draw one of my most important and favorite people...”

The word "mother” flashed in his head, but in no way appeared to be hers. In the deep sea of memory, there was only that indelible attachment, but without her.

“Paintings can be divided into many kinds. But the fundamental purpose of painting is to express inner feelings. Only a painting made with your hands and your heart is a real painting, while a painting made solely with your hands for the sake of painting can only be a dead painting without feelings.” Ye Wuchen finished, looking at their drawing board, asked: “Now, can you tell me what you're drawing? ”

Huabao hastily replied: “My husband is teaching them to draw tigers. ”

“Tiger?” Ye Wuchen lost his head and pointed at a student and asked: “The sister. Do you like tigers? ”

The female student shook her head: "I don't like it. ”

“What do you think of when you paint tigers? ”

The girl blinked her eyes and said, “I... I didn't think of anything, sir. Teach me a pen and I'll draw a pen. ”

“What's your favorite thing?” Ye Wuchen asked.

The girl didn't think much of it and said, “My favorite flower is Feng Yu! I plant a lot every year, and I drive a lot in the yard. ”

“Well, then tear off the tiger you just painted and paint the phoenix.” Ye Wuchen smiled.

“Ah? But the teacher hasn't begun to teach us how to draw flowers. I... I can't paint. ”

Ye Wuchen shook his head and said seriously: “Favorite things are usually the ones you are most familiar with. If you don't even have the confidence to paint the things you love most and are most familiar with, what's the use of learning drawing skills? Don't worry about drawing poorly, paint them with a brush according to the phoenix in your mind. If you feel that you have not painted well, try again until you have painted exactly as you thought in your heart, and believe in yourself. ”

The girl stayed for a few seconds and was deeply touched by his words. She ripped off a piece of paper without hesitation, picked up a brush and hung it on the paper, which had not fallen for a long time. Because she was closing her eyes and portraying her favorite and most familiar phoenix in her heart.

“What is your favourite? ”

“Well... it's my father! ”

“Then paint your father. ”

“Ah? But...”

“Nothing but that. Husband, aren't you confident that painting is so simple? Since you love your father the most, don't you want to paint your father yourself and give it to him? I think that would be the most precious gift your father ever received. ”

“... hmm! It's hard, but I'll definitely paint it and show it to my father. ”

“So, what's your favorite thing? ”

“My favorite… play! ”

“... then paint the one time you had the most fun, you must also want to keep that happiest memory, right? Well, just leave it on the painting with your brush. ”

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