Everlasting Vision from Hogwarts

There are not many people close to William in this world. After all, he was already a mature soul when he was born. He has his own set of fixed ideas, and it is difficult to live a careless life.

Everyone he is close to has the same aspirations as him to a certain extent, perhaps in terms of similar personalities or similar thoughts.

A mature soul represents the removal of the essentials and the essence, returning to the true nature, a thorough understanding of life, and a profound understanding of life through in-depth experience.

Andre and Daisy are the only two of his peers who have a close friendship. Andre is passionate and sincere, while Daisy is calm and calm, with few of the extreme self-centeredness of her peers, so the three of them can play together.

In this process, there must have been three people who influenced each other, similar to those who are close to Zhu.

Of course, a mature soul will not make enemies for no reason, but will be able to make enemies from both sides.Regardless of the students or teachers in the school, as long as they have come into contact with William Blake,

Everyone praised his gentlemanly demeanor.

Teacher Whitman is special. He is a pure scholar and a pure teacher.

Many years ago, William contacted Whitman with ulterior motives and tried to use his status and identity to seek benefits. Of course, he succeeded in the end.

Whitman had no doubt that a child could have bad intentions and tried his best to help the child, even if his own interests were harmed.In this process, the two gradually formed a friendship that went beyond teacher and student. Yes, it was friendship.

William respected his noble character and was willing to show his true self in front of him; while Whitman did not care whether the person he was talking to was an adult or a child. What he respected was the wisdom and brilliance of personality that every life possesses.

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Just think about some past events and empty your mind at will.

Not long after, William arrived at the door of Teacher Whitman's house, which was a luxurious small manor.

Go forward and knock on the door,

After a while, a woman wearing an apron came out. She had her hair tied up casually. Although she was naked, her temperament was quite graceful.

"Good morning, Mrs. Jones"

William said hello first through the door. This was Teacher Whitman's wife, a respected painter who was well-known in London.

"Good morning, William. Whitman said you were coming to play today and has been waiting for you. Come in." Mrs. Jones responded enthusiastically and opened the iron gate.

"Ma'am, are you doing your weekly cleaning? Today is a nice sunny day."

"I only have time these days. I'm going to go to my mother's place to play for a while, and pick up Elena and Joseph. They've been wild enough this holiday."

Walking into the living room while chatting, Whitman was not here.Passing through the spacious living room, we came to the back garden, which was much larger than William's.

Tall evergreen trees are planted throughout the garden, which not only isolates the inside and outside, but also adds a touch of wild interest.There are two swings in the garden, as well as some stone tables and benches.

Whitman was busy doing something in a corner of the garden.

"Come and take a look and see what I have done." Whitman noticed William's arrival and waved to William.

William strode forward and found that Whitman was actually making a clay figure. There were already three or four small figures on the ground.

"When did the teacher start studying this? This is not simple."

William placed the canvas bag on the stone bench, squatted down, grabbed a handful of mud from the bucket next to him, and dipped his left hand into some water from another bucket.

It was no surprise to Whitman that they were always so casual when getting along.

"Last week I went to visit a sculpture exhibition. There were wood carvings and stone carvings. What surprised me the most was a clay sculpture. I heard it was hand-shaped according to Eastern techniques. It was so beautiful that everyone was fascinated. ." Whitman said to William as he did his job.

William knew what he was talking about, it should be a work similar to Clay Figurine Zhang.

"To achieve that level, soil selection, post-processing, and artificial sculpture are all indispensable. Teacher, the sand content of your soil is too high."

While chatting casually, William flipped his hands quickly, and gradually, a big-bellied Maitreya appeared in his palms.

Whitman had stopped his movements at this time and stared at William's hands intently.

When Maitreya was completely formed, Whitman's face had come up, with great confusion in his blue eyes.

"William, you are amazing. This is exactly what I want. Look, this little guy is so charming."

"What kind of meaning does this character have? It looks very happy."

William gently handed Maitreya over, and Whitman quickly picked it up with both hands, extremely cautiously.

"His name is Maitreya Buddha." William said the three words "Maitreya Buddha" in Chinese. Even with his intermediate English level, he really didn't know how to translate "Maitreya Buddha".

"There is a sect in the East called Buddhism. They have many gods, the most representative of which are the Buddha that represents the past, the Buddha that represents the present, and the Buddha that represents the future, Maitreya Buddha. And he symbolizes the supreme future. The Maitreya Buddha who is enlightened by immeasurable light." The explanation was given in half English and half Chinese, and Whitman was confused by the explanation.

"It's amazing. This Buddhism must be amazing." Whitman seemed yearning for it.

William was not surprised. The Whitman family were pure British people. They were proud of the glory of the Empire on which the sun never set. They had no sectarian beliefs and only pursued science and art.

"It's a pity that there is no cotton wool, otherwise this clay sculpture could be kept for a long time. Now it's just waiting for the water to evaporate, and the surface will dry out and crack."

William didn't pay much attention to this clay sculpture. With the blessing of Su Hui and intermediate painting, he could easily pick up such things.

Wash your hands in a bucket, find a herringbone ladder from the yard, open it and put it in the middle of the yard.

Then open the canvas bag, take out the folding drawing board, open it one by one, and let it fall to the ground and lean against the ladder.

Whitman also put down the Maitreya Buddha, washed his hands and walked to the drawing board.

"I never knew you had such a level of painting before. I should have let Manny teach you." Manny refers to Mrs. Jones, whose full name is Manny Jones.

"It's just a small hobby, not a pursuit of becoming a big person."

"Do you still remember this scene? It was when you and I were debating a mathematical problem. We each held our own opinions and refused to admit defeat." William raised his finger and pointed at the drawing board.

Whitman replied with a smile: "How can I forget? This is the first time a student dares to argue with me like this. It's so merciless."

"But it turned out that we were both right and wrong. Think about it, how could a college-level question have only one solution?" Until now, William still can't figure out how a teacher could use college questions to take the test. What about primary school students?

Whitman didn't understand even more. Originally, he just wanted to pretend to be 13, show off to others, and inspire students' love for mathematics.

Who would have thought that a big devil would appear and express his objections despite the teacher's authority, but in the end he was right.

How can anyone make sense of this? It’s really a knife stabbing (la/) in the butt.

My eyes were opened~