Chapter 15

Chapter 15 Apprenticeship and Art

The next day, Feng Yiping remembered that today was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he was looking for someone to teach extra lessons, so it didn't seem good to go empty-handed. But he rummaged through the desk several times, and he really had nothing to bring, so he had to find a way, preferably a gadget to bring to their little daughter.

So he took Xiao Zhijie, and this kid had some pocket money, and went to the canteen opened by the PE teacher's home outside the school, asking him to contribute money and efforts to discuss buying something.

The canteen is a bungalow covered with asbestos tiles, with its back against the school's courtyard wall. For Feng Yiping, this kind of place is equivalent to the later Louis Vuitton and Armani stores. At this stage, the things that he needs to buy with money are luxury goods for him. It's okay, he will not wait a year. Enter once.

In the middle is a glass cabinet, and against the wall at the back is a row of wooden shelves. In addition to stationery, there are daily necessities such as tobacco and alcohol, some snacks, and some small toys. To be honest, there are not many kinds of goods, not to mention other, the better ones in snacks are packaged biscuits, and the others are mostly melon seeds, twists, and strange-flavored beans in plastic bags.

However, Feng Yiping will still remember the smell in the store many years later. The first thing he smelled was the smell of tobacco. Of course, it wasn't a good smoke. An old-fashioned smoker would feel irritated and choked, but it was something he was used to smelling from his parents in the village, and he felt it was very kind. After that, there is a mixture of wine, sugar, milky biscuits, and spicy bean spice. In short, it is very life-like and attractive, so he misses it very much.

Feng Yiping couldn't help but narrowed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. Fortunately, the proprietress behind the counter was keeping her head down, and Xiao Zhijie came in and went straight to the snacks, ignoring him.

Xiao Zhijie took a bag of broad beans for one dollar. The things that are worth the money are a natural choice for classmates who have pocket money like Xiao Zhijie when they come to the small store. Come down and buy. He tore it open on the spot and dumped a handful of fava beans in Feng Yiping's hands. It was the first snack other than meals that Feng Yiping had eaten since his rebirth. It felt very different.

When choosing something, Xiao Zhijie saw the water gun hanging on the wall at a glance, but Feng Yiping was not satisfied. Yes, children like water guns, but parents absolutely hate this thing. It makes the child cover himself with water, and the house is sprayed wet. If you accidentally spray water on others outside, you have to apologize. Especially later, when I went to the supermarket to buy milk for children, there were water guns attached to it. Oftentimes, there were seven or eight of them at home, which gave him and Zhang Yan a headache. Of course, Xiao Zhijie, who is still a child, can't understand these things.

After some debate, in the end, Feng Yiping called the shots, and Xiao Zhijie bought a box of colored pens for two yuan and five. Of course, parents hate crayons, too. After buying crayons for their son for the first time, he painted on the walls, chairs, tables, sofas, books, clothes... all over the house. It's colorful, not to mention how much effort it took to clean those things, just talking about the money spent on cleaning those things, you can buy dozens of boxes of colored pens.

However, there are no other options in the store. Color pens are better than water guns to allow children to move their hands and draw some patterns according to the picture book.

Xiao Zhijie was a bit of a fan of officials. On the way back to the classroom, he said, "Have a good relationship with Mr. Zhu, even if you have a good relationship with Mr. Wang, will you also change the monitor next semester?"

Feng Yiping laughed a little, this is the result of our thousands of years of traditional culture. Of course, after work, it would be nice to have a half-office job! But, for now, what are the benefits of being a class cadre at the beginning? If you spend extra time, you will not get extra points in the exam, sometimes you will become the teacher's minion, and you will offend your classmates.

However, this can also explain why Xiao Zhijie was appointed as the monitor when he was in the first year of secondary school and joined the student union. It seems that he must have asked his parents to find the class teacher to do a good job of public relations.

The two stayed on the playground and finished the bag of broad beans before returning to the classroom. At this time, Xiao Zhijie's tablemate, the vice-principal's daughter Zhang Qiuling also came back from dinner, Xiao Zhi hurriedly returned to his seat.

Feng Yiping looked at Huang Jingping on the other side of the road and wanted to laugh again. He used to say that he liked Huang Jingping, but now it seems that he is not ordinary to Zhang Qiuling. This is teenage love!

Feng Yiping finally thought about it, and still took the bottle of untouched pickles and put it in his schoolbag.

The head teacher and his wife are dual workers, so they were assigned to two adjacent rooms, and a door was pulled out of the middle wall. The living room and dining room are crowded with dining tables, TV cabinets, and a small bamboo bookshelf. A two-speaker tape recorder sits on a desk, along with textbooks, notebooks, and several test papers.

Of course there is no decoration or anything, but there is a white paper on the wall of the living room, and a poem is written on it. Feng Yiping checked it. It is Su Shi's "Red Cliff", and in the rest of the room, a few bamboos are painted. , Whether it's calligraphy or bamboo, it should be Mr. Zhu's handwriting. To be honest, Feng Yiping can't tell whether it's good or bad, at least he can't say what's good, he can only say that it's okay, the words are not ugly, and the paintings are not ugly. Of course, these decorations should not match this room, but it can be regarded as their attitude and taste in life.

When Feng Yiping arrived, they had already finished their meal. Teacher Wang, the head teacher, was at the dining table to comb her three-year-old daughter Yanzi's pigtails, while Teacher Zhu sat and watched. Feng Yiping said hello, Wang Yumin answered lightly, and continued busy with her daughter.

Teacher Zhu looked at the crayons he took out, and joked, "Yo, you're so sensible, did you bring a gift?"

Feng Yiping said with a smile, "It's the first time I came here, and it's the Mid-Autumn Festival again. It's a gift to Yanzi. There's also this jar of pickles. You can season it. My mother's skill in pickling pickles is pretty good."

Wang Yumin put down her comb, and while stuffing these two things into Feng Yiping's schoolbag, she said to her husband, "What did you tell Feng Yiping?"

Of course Feng Yiping refused, Wang Yumin said, "I don't know why you want to learn painting and music. It stands to reason that you are too busy with your main classes, so how can you learn these things? Even if your grades are good and your foundation is good, There will also be pressure in the future. But since you want to learn, then I will not stop you. You have to be aware of it, and you have to ensure that you have to learn the six main courses well, and you have to arrange the time. Your own pickles are nothing, you Where is the money to buy colored pens, take them and return them!"

Teacher Zhu first called Qu, "What's wrong with the sub-class? It's not worth learning? We have been taught since childhood to develop in an all-round way, moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic, and labor, right? Yiping?"

What can Feng Yiping say, he can only say "Ah!"

Seeing that Wang Yumin asked Feng Yiping to return the colored pens, he hugged Yanzi and said, "Forget it, you don't know the temperament of Lao Wang's wife, she can give you back what you paid for in cash?"

Wang Yumin also thought about it. The PE teacher's wife is notoriously unable to get in, so asking Feng Yiping to leave, it would be embarrassing for him.

Teacher Zhu continued, "Since you brought it, then I will accept it. In fact, I am still very pleased that you have done so. This shows that your tutor is good and you are very sensible. To be a person beforehand, no matter how good your grades are, In the future, if you are going to study for a master's or a doctorate, or study abroad, you must remember this truth. As a person, your academic performance is only part of it. Am I right, Wang Yumin?"

Wang Yumin said, "Yes, now that you are growing up, you have to learn how to be human, but don't pay attention to these things when you come to the teacher's house, remember? In the future, you will be admitted to a good university and find a good job. If you come to see the teacher with a gift, the teacher is very welcome!"

It can only be said that Teacher Zhu lives very well, Wang Yumin is worthy of being the class teacher, Feng Yiping bowed his head and promised to say yes, and then took the opportunity to hand the crayon to Yanzi, "Yanzi, this is the crayon that your uncle gave you, let's draw together. Is it good to draw?"

Hearing what he said, Teacher Zhu laughed, and Wang Yumin called out, "Feng Yiping! What uncle?"

Well, it seems that I can't fill the seniors anymore. Feng Yiping changed his words to Yanzi and said, "This is what my brother brought you. Let's paint, shall we?"

However, after such a commotion, the slightly serious atmosphere just now became active again.

Yanzi put her finger in her mouth and looked at Wang Yumin - well, this confirms who is in charge of this family. Wang Yumin nodded, and then she reached out to take it, without saying thank you, and ran to the desk to find paper. Also know how to draw on paper, not bad!

Wang Yumin was educating her daughter over there, "Have you forgotten what to say to your brother?"

Yanzi turned her head and said in a milky voice, "Thank you, brother!"

Sitting at the dining table, Teacher Zhu asked Feng Yiping, "Why do you want to learn painting and music?"

Feng Yiping thought about it for a while and said, "I went to my grandmother's house during the summer vacation. My cousin in the third grade of elementary school drew a picture. I thought it was very naive. Excuse me."

Teacher Zhu and Teacher Wang both laughed, Teacher Zhu said, "Wang Yumin, don't laugh, what you draw is actually similar to what Yanzi draws."

When Wang Yumin thought about it, it was true.

"For that reason?" he continued.

"Also, I personally think that painting can cultivate our ability to observe and pay attention to those beautiful and detailed places. For example, when I write about the scenery, when I see the scenery, I think it is very beautiful, really beautiful, but I was asked to write, but I didn’t know where to start, and what I wrote always felt very blunt, after learning how to draw, at least it was helpful in this regard.”

Well, Wang Yumin likes to hear this.

Mr. Zhu couldn't help but look at Feng Yiping again. He had a dirty toilet seat haircut, yellow and thin, with a vegetable face. The sea soul shirt was what he said. The blue pants were really good, and he was wearing a pair of cloth shoes. No money for sandals. A child from a typical rural family, at this age, has some rules in dealing with people and talking, which is really good.

"What about the music?"

Feng Yiping thought for a while and said, "I can at least understand the other textbooks sent to me, but I can't understand the music textbook and the stave. I have a strong temperament, so I want to understand it."

This reason is of course a bit far-fetched, but their students do not admit defeat in their studies. This attitude is still worthy of praise, and they do not go into depth.

"Then how much do you want to learn?"

This Feng Yiping had thought about it for a long time, "As for music, I need to be able to read and sing the staff, and then when I hear a new song, I can roughly write its notation."

Teacher Zhu rolled up his trousers again and clapped his hands on his knees, "It's not difficult to read music, but it's not easy to compose a song after hearing it. Also, in this way, your requirements for painting are even higher. already?"

Feng Yiping said, "No, just like what you did in class, you can quickly draw the outline of a person, and draw his clothes vividly. In addition, I draw a Santana, and others will not see it as a symbol. "

"Puchi", the two in-laws laughed insincerely again, and Feng Yiping also laughed naively.

Teacher Zhu said, "Fast and expressive, well, you can't say that your requirements are not high."

Wang Yumin said, "The sign, Santana, I didn't see it, you even know the car."

Feng Yiping hurriedly said, "No, it was my uncle who came back from the provincial capital and told me. I only know the names of these two cars."

"I understand your request," Teacher Zhu said. "In this case, I will call you over when I have time. I think it will take more than a year to meet your request." He glanced at Wang Yumin, "If If you still can’t study well for more than a year, there’s nothing you can do. When you reach the third grade, your teacher Wang will not let you spend any more time learning these things.”

Teacher Wang didn't speak, as if he didn't hear it, but they all understood that this was the default meaning.

Feng Yiping said quickly, "Then it's going to be hard work for Teacher Zhu!"

"It's not hard! Remember not to bring anything next time you come, but I'll bring some dried sweet potatoes, persimmons, and chestnuts from home, and the teacher will still collect them!"

Wang Yumin hurriedly added, "Feng Yiping, Teacher Zhu is joking, don't take it seriously. As long as you guarantee the grades in the main class, the teacher welcomes you to learn these things with Teacher Zhu, and you don't need to bring anything. Your teacher Zhu wants no one. I really learned this from him, remember."

In the end, Feng Yiping thought he wanted to teach him how to draw still life first. Teacher Zhu rudely said to him, "You look down on yourself too much, you haven't learned to walk, so you want to run? Draw lines first!"

Well, draw the line first, this is also easy to do, but more than half an hour later, before Feng Yiping touched the doorway, Wang Yumin walked into the bedroom and took out two oil-paper-wrapped moon cakes. "Okay, it's time for self-study. I'll talk about it tomorrow. You take these two mooncakes with you." Then he stuffed it into his schoolbag.

Feng Yiping didn't refuse, stood up and said thank you to the teacher, and then said hello to Yanzi, "Yanzi, my brother has gone to class!"

This time Yanzi said, "Goodbye brother!"

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