Su Qingluan sat slumped on a chair in the main hall of Mu Xing's House, looking very imageless, like a salted fish who had lost his dream.
Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan's expression of despair and couldn't help but laugh: "Teaching is hard work, little 'sir'."
"It's not a question of whether it's hard work or not..." Su Qingluan's baby-fat face wrinkled into a bun, "Rather than being tired, it's more because I think it's really difficult to 'make people understand'!"
Many common words in sketching, such as perspective, proportion, etc., Su Qingluan occasionally uses in non-sketching environments when speaking in modern times. In fact, these are not uncommon words for modern people.
It would be better to say that these words are very common, so common that even if they appear frequently, they do not need special explanation, and everyone can basically understand their meaning.
But the more "commonplace" an abstract concept is, the more troublesome it is to explain it.
If it is a unique item, Su Qingluan can bring it to everyone - such as a preserved egg - and tell everyone the corresponding name.
But when it comes to "proportion", modern people can immediately understand what it is talking about, but for ancient people - and this is an era when the same words often have different meanings - it is quite difficult to explain.
However, such small "common high-frequency words" are interspersed in every step of teaching, and Su Qingluan feels unusually tired.
However, although his "students" have passed Mu Xingzhi's selection and are obedient and respect him enough - at least on the surface, they definitely don't have Mu Xingzhi's understanding of "knowing the elegant meaning of a string song". Instead, they often just say a few words. Let Su Qingluan say it again and again.
However, many common conceptual problems are commonplace and very abstract. It was at least more than ten years ago that Su Qingluan took a sketching class. If you ask her to draw, she can pick it up. After all, she knows the basics of this thing, and the rest is just practice makes perfect.
However, in the initial "basic skills" link, if you want to omit common nouns, you have to explain them over and over again in easy-to-understand language and examples, which greatly increases the workload and difficulty of the work.
In fact, Mu Xingzhi did not study with others. To be precise, he was Su Qingluan's "trial training partner" - she explained it to Mu Xingzhi, and Mu Xingzhi asked her to record the possible problems. Qingluan goes back and thinks about how to explain it in words that everyone can understand.
The standard of explaining clearly is as long as Song Bo can understand it.
According to the frequency of classes in my previous life, it was usually sketching once a week. However, in this era there is no concept of "week", only "ten", and people learn sketching not to cultivate their sentiments, but to apply it. Therefore, Su Qingluan set the class dates on multiple days of "five", that is, the fifth, tenth, fifteenth of each month...and so on.
The result is that Su Qingluan has been "tortured" four times in the past half month and is exhausted both physically and mentally.
Songbo looked at the miserable pile of "homework" placed on the table next to Su Qingluan, frowned in disgust, and asked with some uncertainty: "How long will it take for them to 'leave the army' like this?"
Su Qingluan looked at the pile...forget it, she closed her eyes to be out of sight and out of mind: "Although this kind of thing does not require extraordinary talent, it is not completely unselective - a certain degree of talent and It takes an absolute level of diligence. They're just getting started."
Although the story of Leonardo da Vinci "painting eggs" is only fictional, it also shows to a certain extent that sketching requires a lot of practice. What's more, the group of people in front of them don't need to have any artistic attainments or pursuits, they only need to be "practical", so they don't need more aesthetic training, just pursue "lifelike".
Even so, it takes a lot of hard work to be able to "dislike the real thing".
Su Qingluan took a sip of tea, ate a piece of tea to cushion her stomach, and began to correct her homework.
Since these people are all newbies, Su Qingluan and her former classmates have made the same mistakes countless times, so she can roughly know where the problem lies with just a glance.
So in the blank space, Su Qingluan first wrote down the cause of the problem, and then wrote different solutions as a reference.
Looking at the seven "homeworks" like this, it is already too late.
Su Qingluan organized the "homework" and gave it to Songbo, who would distribute it to those people.
After returning from Mu Xingzhi's place, Su Qingluan originally wanted to go back to her room, but she didn't expect that her father and mother were already back.
"Da Ya, just now a very neatly dressed person came to look for you. Seeing that you were gone, he left a letter for you!" Yang pointed to the direction of Su Qingluan's room, "I put it in your own room for you. Go and have a look!”
What Yang calls "cleanly dressed" refers to those who dress more decently than ordinary people.
Seeing that there was no gossip on Yang's face, Su Qingluan knew that most of the people who came to deliver the letter were little girls or middle-aged and elderly men.
If it was "Hongfu Tower", the waiters there would all wear uniform shorts with the words and patterns of "Hongfu Tower" embroidered on them, so Yang would be able to recognize them.
But if it weren’t for “Hung Fook Tower”…
Su Qingluan's heart moved and she counted the days: Could it be...?
When Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan heard that their sister was back, they came over to ask if it was a hard day today - they already knew that Su Qingluan needed to teach others to "paint".
At this time, rubbing my brother's head and squeezing my sister's face are very healing things. But today, Su Qingluan had no thoughts. She just smiled and told them: "Sister, I still have some things to be busy with. Can I come back to play with you later?"
Su Xuanhe looked at Su Qingluan and nodded immediately: "Sister, go and do your work. I will lead my sister to play."
Su Qingluan looked at his younger brother: Sure enough, in the short time since he went to school, this little guy has become more and more like an "elder brother".
Su Qingluan touched his brother's head, turned back to the room, closed the door, took a deep breath, and picked up the unopened envelope on the bedside table.
The above sounds like an "invitation", but to put it bluntly, it's a "notification", asking Su Qingluan to go to Xie's Mansion tomorrow. Although the words are polite, they are very rude.
Naturally, a wealthy person has no need to be polite to Su Qingluan, a small peasant girl. Su Qingluan did not take this to heart.
Fortunately, the Xie family did not get mad and asked Su Qingluan to walk to the Xie Mansion, explaining that a carriage was coming to pick up Su Qingluan in the morning.
Although there was a special car to pick him up, Su Qingluan didn't feel happy at all - on a good morning, he had to face a group of people with eyes on their foreheads and nostrils looking at people. Who could be happy?
However, Su Qingluan thought about it again: Since the Xie family could send her an "invitation" and specifically stated that a car would pick her up tomorrow, does that mean that the "Four Seasons" series of jams have been obtained? What about the favor of noble people?
She no longer felt tired when she thought about it, and she stopped shaking her head and sighing.
Looking at people with nostrils is called nobility and coolness! Su Qingluan decided to tear up her integrity and eat it up, bowing to the power of money - just kidding, Party A's father is the biggest in the world!
Especially since this may be one of the main sources of big customers in the future! Su Qingluan instantly swept away her previous sleepiness and became energetic.
The next day, Su Qingluan deliberately put on the dress that she had prepared the day before. It was the dress that she was willing to wear only once on Chinese Valentine's Day. However, since the weather has cooled down now, Yang added another big cloak to Su Qingluan outside.
Su Qingluan has never put makeup on her face since she traveled through time. Although she had done paintings for Tian Xing'er and the others several times, and they had received unanimous praise, Su Qingluan always believed that her body was only thirteen years old - still in vain - so it was best not to put those messy cosmetics on her face. Say hello.
What's more, there are no production standards and batch numbers for cosmetics in this era. It is normal to put lead powder, cinnabar, and other strange things in them.
The irony is that both lead powder and cinnabar are expensive minerals, so they are only used by "high-end cosmetics".
But ordinary people like Su Qingluan can only afford "pure natural cosmetics" such as "rice powder".
However, today, Su Qingluan used ink sticks to draw eyeliner and shape her eyebrows to make her eyes sharper and more powerful. She also used lipstick made from flower juice and ointment to put on lip makeup, making herself Looks more energetic.
In fact, it is not an exaggeration to look almost naked, but with just a few strokes, Su Qingluan's original elegant and cute look turned into a more mature, wise and powerful look.
When Su Qingluan went out, Yang, Su Guangfu and his younger brother Su Xuanhe had already left, leaving only his sister Su Xueyan. Su Qingluan took her to the Li's house opposite and told the coachman to come as soon as he went.
Sun Guixiang happily welcomed Su Xueyan into the house to eat some fruit. When she looked up and saw Su Qingluan, she was stunned and then sighed: "My sister is even more beautiful today, and... different from usual."
Su Qingluan smiled: "I want to go out."
Sun Guixiang was curious: "Are you going to see the man?"
Su Qingluan shook his head: "I'm going to make money."
After that, she didn't explain anything more, turned around and walked towards the carriage parked in front of her house.
Although he had been to Xie Zian's house many times, based on the wording in the "invitation letter", Su Qingluan intuitively felt that what he needed to face this time might not be the moody middle school master, but someone else. others.
Considering that there would be another tough battle later, Su Qingluan found a relatively comfortable position to lean on, intending to squint for a while to recharge his batteries - after all, it would take nearly an hour to go from the Su family to the Xie Mansion at the speed of the carriage. .
If you sit with a standard and upright posture for such a long time, you will definitely be in trouble with your bones and joints.
After an unknown amount of time, Su Qingluan heard a low voice from outside: "Ms. Su, we're here."
Su Qingluan took a deep breath and opened the car curtain.
