I asked you to take your sister to school, and you fell in love with the teacher.

The hand is still hard, and the surface is still smooth.

"To make this kind of ceramic water cup, you must keep your hands steady, and then add some clean water to the clay to make its surface smooth..."

Jiang Ning said as he demonstrated to Zhang Mengqing himself.

A ball of round clay slowly took on the outline of a water cup in his hands.

"How is it, have you found the feeling?"

Jiang Ning demonstrated several times in succession before stopping his movements.

Zhang Mengqing shook his head: "I still don't know how to do it."

"It doesn't matter, we can take it slowly, anyway, today's time is still long." Jiang Ning said comfortingly.

It's difficult for a novice with zero foundation to make a finished product on his own when he goes to a pottery museum for the first time.

To successfully make ceramics, the instructor usually participates in the whole process. Once the situation is not right, he will take action in time to stop the problem.

Or the novice will experience many failures and slowly find out the experience.

Teacher Zhang did not hire an instructor, and it is normal that he could not find a way out alone.

Since the theory class does not work, just take the practical class.

Jiang Ning held Zhang Mengqing's white and tender little hand and started the hand-in-hand teaching mode.

"Look, these clays are very fragile before they are fired and shaped."

"Even if you just flick them with one finger, they will immediately deform and collapse."

"So we must control the strength when pulling the embryo..."

With Jiang Ning leading Zhang Mengqing to make a water cup, the difficulty of manual production is significantly reduced.

With the joint efforts of the two, the clay slowly took the shape of a water cup.

After that, it is a step-by-step process to patiently polish the details to make the water cup look more beautiful.

Jiang Ning was not worried about Zhang Mengqing's polishing of details, because she usually practiced calligraphy at home, and she had no problem with patience.

"Jiang Ning, I seem to have found a trick." Zhang Mengqing shared her joy.

"Then give it a try, you can do it." Jiang Ning let go of her hand and encouraged.

Zhang Mengqing nodded and stared at the water cup in front of her with full concentration.

Then she picked up the paintbrush, dipped it in paint, and began to paint on the water cup.

It was a cartoon boy sitting in front of a computer, typing on the keyboard.

She painted Jiang Ning's daily work status, and his appearance and expression were very restored.

And under the water cup there was a line of neat black words.

[Drink more water, eat more, and call Xiao Zhang more often]

"Why call Xiao Zhang more often?"

Jiang Ning asked puzzled.

"If you don't call Xiao Zhang, who do you want to call?"

Zhang Meng snorted, paused her movements, and stared at Jiang Ning with her beautiful big eyes.

Her expression seemed to say that if you don't answer this question well, you're doomed.

"I mean it's too troublesome to call. Can't you just go to school to see Xiao Zhang?" Jiang Ning's answer revealed a strong desire to survive.

Zhang Meng thought for a while: "It's not impossible, but you have to check the class schedule in advance. Meet when Xiao Zhang has no classes."

Jiang Ning nodded and made an OK gesture.

In fact, his gesture did not mean OK, but meant to meet three times a day.

In the morning, afternoon and evening respectively.

The time of meeting does not have to be long, but it must be met. This is Jiang Ning's view on love.

"Jiang Ning, is this the water cup you made?"

At this time, Zhang Meng picked up the water cup with the lake and the stars and asked curiously.

Jiang Ning nodded: "Yes, do you know the meaning of this water cup?"

"After being drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams and the stars are overwhelmed?"

"As expected of a Chinese teacher, your knowledge reserve is absolutely impeccable." Jiang Ning gave a thumbs up.

He wanted to continue to say something, but Jiang Wan shouted from behind: "Brother, we need your help!"

It turned out that after Zhang Jinqing made the tile cat, she also wanted to make a water cup for collection, but she tried several times and failed in the end.

The little girl was introverted and embarrassed to ask for help. Jiang Wan couldn't see it anymore, so he called for off-site assistance for her.

"I'll go over and take a look." Jiang Ning greeted Zhang Mengqing beside him.

"Okay."

After Jiang Ning left, Zhang Mengqing put the two water cups together, then took out her mobile phone to take a photo and sent it to Qin Qiu.

"Qingqing baby, I'm going to do pottery crafts today." Qin Qiu replied almost immediately.

Zhang Mengqing: "Yes, the water cup on the left is made by Jiang Ning, and the one on the right is made by Jiang Ning.

I made the water cup. To be more precise, he taught me how to make it. "

Qin Qiu:???

Qin Qiu: "Did I hear you right? You, a great talent, need someone to teach you how to do handicrafts?"

"You were the president of the Ceramics Association when you were in college. Making a water cup of this difficulty is easy for you, right?"

"Oh, I see! You are pretending to be a novice who knows nothing, so that you can create opportunities to cultivate feelings with Jiang Ning. Am I right?"

Zhang Mengqing looked at the content sent by Qin Qiu and felt a faint heat on her face.

Qin Qiu, this guy, speaks too bluntly.

She subconsciously raised her head and looked in the direction of Jiang Ning. After making sure that Jiang Ning didn't notice her, she continued to reply.

"Not really."

"At that time, he moved a chair to sit next to me and taught me the methods and techniques of kneading clay."

"If I say I can do it, the scene will be very embarrassing, so I just pretend to know nothing and cooperate with him. ”

Qin Qiu: “Oh~ Then you are a very nice person~”

“I don’t know what kind of ability Jiang Ning has that can make our beautiful Zhang silently pay so much.”

“When I go back, I must meet him properly!”

Zhang Mengqing: “When will you come back?”

Qin Qiu: “At the end of October!”