A Rural Life in the 70s

The old gentleman nodded with a smile and slightly raised his eyebrows: "I thought you were a student who went home on holiday, but the accent of the boy was wrong. Ah, you should be in S province? What do you do with Jianghan?"

Chenghe put the luggage under the bunk, and while clapping his hands, he smiled and said: "We are on vacation to visit the Three Gorges."

Next, the old man pointed to the paintings that Chenghe had just put on, and smiled and said: "You are learning to paint? Go to the Three Gorges for landscape painting?"

Chenghe scratched his head and smiled and said: "I am a freshman student. I just started to learn. Going to the Three Gorges is not a special sketch. But our professor said that if you want to draw well, you will see more paintings. I carry a picture clip and think about it. When you draw a picture of time, you should practice it."

"What is your professor?"

"Don, Tang Runshan."

"Oh, it turned out to be Xiaotang's student." The old gentleman smiled and nodded.

Listening to him, Cheng He couldn't help but ask: "Does the old gentleman know our professor?"

"Well, it’s an old acquaintance." The old gentleman replied quite succinctly and didn't want to talk deeply. Chenghe also stopped the topic with a very eye-catching look. Instead, he talked about himself. "I started studying at university before I started studying. There is no foundation, no talent, and students who are professors feel embarrassed."

There are eyes, knowledge, and retreat, self-improvement and fun, seemingly honest but a lot of heart... The space in the sleeper compartment is narrow, and the old gentleman is not good at staring at the two beautiful girls like flowers. Natural attention to this honest young man, I did not expect to touch, but also quite close.

So, smiled and said: "Do you have your work?"

Chenghe really had some surprises this time. After a moment of squatting, he took his own picture folder and opened it to the old gentleman.

There are not many works in the picture folder. There are several sketches before the river. There are street scenes, courtyards, pedestrians on the road, and two characters. One is Xiao Qiugang’s bathing, wrapped in a warm cotton bath. The robe, the hair is draped wet; the other is Xiaoqiu, she is reading in bed.

Because it is sketch, whether it is a scene or a person, it is a few strokes, but it can outline the skeleton of the scene, and the characters can also grasp the charm...

The old gentleman was just a boring journey, and I just talked about it. I didn't expect to read these sketches. I was a little bit guilty: this looks big and big, and it turned out to be a good talent.

Looking at it, he pointed to a few words on a character's picture and asked: "This word is good, is it what you wrote?"

Chenghe scratched his head and smiled and said: "No, no, how can I write this word... It was written by my sister. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Wang Chenghe. This is my sister Wang Xiaoqiu. This is My sister's classmates add a good friend Jindi."

"Pan Shu." The old man smiled and said his name.

Chenghe quickly greeted: "Pan Dashu is good."

Xiao Qiu and Jin Di also followed the greetings.

Polite and decent children are always easy to make people feel good, Mr. Pan is no exception, especially the paintings and calligraphy of Chenghe Xiaoqiu brothers and sisters make him feel like it, actually evoke his interest.

"The little girl can write such a hand, it's hard to get. Have practiced for many years?"

Xiao Qiu began to practice with Zheng Qiu Shi, and was forced to practice by Liao Chen and Zheng Qiushi. Zheng Qiushi’s request to her is that the words of the prefecture should not be too ugly. She did not feel that her words were so good, and she suddenly heard someone praise, but there was a little accident.

Of course, as a super school tyrant has been noticed, her psychological endurance is not generally strong, the old gentleman's praise just let her have a little accident, as for shy, tweaking something, is really not.

"You flatter me."

The old gentleman just looked up at Xiaoqiu and immediately turned his eyes back to the paintings and words. He didn't care what Xiaoqiu said. He just pointed out the pictures and handwriting and began to express his opinion: "Here, write again." Decisively... here, the angle is not right..."

After a little accident, Chenghe quickly listened to it. He only felt that he had practiced dozens of times hundreds of times, and he was not as good at the instructions of the old gentleman. He always felt that his painting was wrong, but he could not find the error. Being pointed by Mr. Pan, I suddenly understood it. It’s really a slap in the face.

He was so intoxicated that he didn't think too much. He only kept trying to figure it out with his old man's advice. He was anxious and simply painted his fingers on his legs...

This old and young, one has a good intention, a really humbly listening to the teaching, it seems to have forgotten the people and things in the body, waiting for Mr. Pan to finish the dozens of paintings of Chenghe one by one, already More than an hour has passed.

Cheng He’s gaze was still on the draft, and he kept trying to figure it out. Only Mr. Pan raised his head and looked at the two quiet girls who were especially quiet.

When Xiao Qiu saw that he had finished speaking, he immediately got up and handed over his own tea: "The old gentleman is tired, drink tea and moisten his throat."

This tea was brought back by Zheng Qiushi, and it is said to be the best melon slice, which was optimized by Xiaoqiu with big blue flowers. Zheng Qiu Shi brought back Biluochun and Longjing, but Xiaoqiu dismissed Biluochun’s fragrance and rushed. Longjing’s fragrance was liked, but she often used it to make Longjing shrimp and Longjing chicken, even if it was not in the blue and green flowers. Less, I dare not take it out and drink it.

The old gentleman did not wait for the tea, a small white porcelain cup in the hands of Xiaoqiu, the eyes were slightly bright.

Many modern people like to drink tea with glasses. What they want is to be able to watch the stretching and dancing of tea in the cup. I don’t know, people who really love tea and tea, or prefer to use porcelain, even pottery, purple sand, these traditional Tea set, more in line with the clear rhyme of tea, unlike the glass, it looks good, but it is inevitable that it is slightly shallow and loses its charm.

This little girl took the train not only with a porcelain cup, but also knew that it was a good sweet white porcelain. The porcelain was very fine, and the thin glaze was thin and the luster was like jade.

He put the cup in his hand, the tentacles are warm, but the porcelain is thin but not hot. Moreover, the nails are light and squeaky, and the sound is clear, and there is a charm... Hey, such a cup, although not an ancient porcelain, is definitely not worth the price!

Unexpectedly, the straight boy, there is such a delicate and exquisite sister, this brother and sister are born... to make people somewhat unpredictable.