"Leslie Cheung Colleagues" Heart of a Child

Zijin has been collecting information about Beiying recently. According to the information, Beiying is now a master in ink painting, and Mr. Zhang Shiqiu is a master of Chinese painting.

All the apprentices he taught were masters, and they are also among the best in the country.However, the old gentleman no longer accepts apprentices.Zijin never thought of asking for a teacher, because she already had a master. When Zijin was five years old, when she showed her talent in painting, Chen's father started looking for a teacher and let Zijin see her. Chen's father thought it was not only You need to have good painting skills, and you need to get along well with your precious daughter.

In this way, after searching for half a year, I finally found an unknown old painter named Wu Chao. Zijin felt that the old painter’s thinking was very strange. Observing everything and giving advice from time to time, Zijin likes this teaching method very much, mainly because it is similar to the way Zijin's grandfather taught in his previous life.Zijin also has a senior brother, but Zijin has never met him.She also only learned from the few words of the master.The master said that her painting skills are fine, but there are some things missing, especially in certain painting aspects.Zijin asked again, but the master shook his head and stopped answering, only saying that he would meet in the future.It's just that after thinking about it for so long, there is still no progress.

Pick up the brush and put it down again, forget it, I can’t draw today, I’d better go outside to get some fresh air and refresh my mind.Zijin picked up the canvas bag and wore a blue thin wool sweater with a thin silver necklace with tassels and simple jeans.Zijin didn't have a destination, but just walked along, got on the bus, and played a unique movement with a rattling sound.Zijin was sitting in the back row by the window. A young couple in the middle was talking intimately. The girl held the pole with one hand, while the other hand was tightly held by the boy.The boy half-surrounded the girl to prevent her from falling.The boy whispered something in the girl's ear, which made the girl tremble with laughter.Zijin felt that this scene seemed familiar, something flashed in his mind, but he couldn't grasp it.I turned my head and looked out of the window. There were some small raindrops on the glass window. Unknowingly, it began to drizzle, and some were heavy. The rain stuck to my body for a long time, and my hair and clothes would be soaked, and I was prone to catch a cold. In the rain, pedestrians I hurriedly looked for a place to hide from the rain.Zijin thought of one time when they went out, they encountered such weather. "Songsong, hurry up, hide under my coat so you don't get wet." Seeing the rain, Shi Zai took off his thin coat to keep out the rain. After Shi Zai took off his coat, only a short jacket was left. Sleeve and Zijin also knew that this was not the time to be hypocritical, so they hurriedly got under their coats, and the two of them put on their coats and ran to the opposite shop. They looked at each other and laughed at each other.

The rain stopped, Zijin got off the bus, looked at the stop sign, Zhongyuan Road, let's go on.Zijin came to a pottery shop unknowingly. The shop was small and old. There were many samples in it. An old man was the owner of the shop. "Girl, what kind of clay do you want to make?" Zijin looked carefully. After looking at it, he asked, "Can I do it myself here?" The old man smiled and nodded, "Yes, come, I will teach you some basics, and you can try it yourself."

"Yeah." Zijin and the old man came to the back workshop, where there was prepared clay. After watching the old man demonstrate a few times, Zijin started to make it by himself. Zijin didn't have anything specific to do. Just pinch out the people she met today that she had an impression of. At first, they were completely different, but later on, it became easier and easier to do.Before I knew it, I had made five or six of them, and my subordinates had squeezed out the ten sons, so lifelike.Zijin gave the clay to the old man and said he would come back to pick it up in two days.

Zijin returned home, polished the ink, laid down the paper, and began to paint.In the effort of two cups of tea, Zijin drew today's scene.Instead of putting it away right away, it was placed on the table to dry.Zijin carefully observes the difference between his painting today and the past, it seems that there is a little more warmth, it should be!After waiting for the ink to dry, Zijin rubbed the couple on the painting.