Albert opened his mouth, but no sound came out for a long time.
He had also thought about how he would educate students if one day he accepted them.
He felt that he should be a strict and sharp-tongued teacher who would not suppress the other person's talent.
But the premise is that the student must be talented.
Looking at the painting Wei Lianhua gave him, Albert just wanted to knock the drawing board on the other person's head.
Is this fucking thing something a human being can draw?
He poured paint on the cockroach, and it looked better than this woman's painting.
Seeing the veins on Albert's head bulging outward, Wei Lianhua subconsciously clenched her fists: "What do you want to do?"
Albert raised his head and looked at Wei Lianhua's face full of ferocity: What did he want to do? Does strangling this woman to death and then committing suicide count?
Feeling that he had been pierced by Wei Lianhua's artistic taste, Albert gritted his teeth: "I feel that my previous education method is not very suitable for you. We should expand our ideas first."
As Albert spoke, he cried silently in his heart: He had fallen, and he had once again betrayed his faith.
Seeing that Albert was about to give a lecture to her, Wei Lianhua sat cross-legged opposite Albert seriously and nodded sincerely: "You say it!"
She has always been a good student who is diligent in learning and asking questions... right!
Albert cleared his throat: "Do you know the origin of oil painting?"
His teacher once told him that knowing the origin of oil painting would help him develop his own ideas and gain more inspiration.
Albert's voice was low and melodious, coupled with his unhurried speaking speed, like a melodious cello music, flowing slowly in Wei Lianhua's ears.
For a moment, Wei Lianhua was fascinated by what he heard.
Ten minutes later, Albert's voice suddenly rose in pitch, and he grabbed Wei Lianhua's shoulders and shook her desperately.
The voice was as shrill as a goose being strangled by the neck: "Get up!"
He could pretend not to notice while sleeping in class, after all, he didn't really want to teach this woman.
And recalling the history of oil painting can also help him calm down. But the problem now is that this woman is not only asleep, but also snoring.
How can I tolerate such a thing?
The more Albert thought about it, the angrier he became, and he grabbed Wei Lianhua's shoulders with both hands.
The ten fingers seemed eager to dig into Wei Lianhua's flesh.
There are so many painters in the world, why does this woman insist on holding on to him?
The awakened Wei Lianhua's eyes slowly passed over Albert's hand, and her lifeless eyes glanced at Albert: "You bully me."
Realizing that this was a statement, Albert subconsciously wanted to let go, but the next second, his whole body rose into the air.
Half an hour passed quickly.
Albert looked at Wei Lianhua with a loving look, and very carefully helped Wei Lianhua develop her ideas: "Before creating, think about your own strengths."
If you ignore the bruises on Albert's face and the two pieces of cloth blocked in his nostrils.
The relationship between teachers and students now seems to be very harmonious.
Wei Lianhua tilted her head and thought seriously. After a long time, she answered firmly: "I am very strong."
This is what she recently discovered.
Albert's expression turned ferocious, and then he forced out a smile: "There's more!" In the field of painting, this is not an advantage.
And if you are strong, why not wrestling?
Wei Lianhua scratched the back of her head: "I run fast."
This is what she recently discovered.
Albert snorted heavily, and the cloth strips in his nostrils were sprayed to the ground.
Nosebleeds flowed out.
Before Albert could move, Wei Lianhua had already grabbed the T-shirt on his body, skillfully tore off two pieces of fabric, and skillfully stuffed them into his nose.
Albert: "..." It is indeed a customized T-shirt, and its water absorption is really good...
No, what was he thinking.
His lips trembled, and Albert's voice was full of despair: "Running will not help you become a good painter. Think about it again, are there any other advantages that have been praised by others?"
Wei Lianhua's eyes lit up when she heard this: "Yes, I am very good at mathematics, and I am very good at calculating accounts."
Wei Zhenxiang praised her several times yesterday afternoon.
Albert: "...Then why don't you become an accountant." With such a talent for painting, doing anything is more promising than painting.
Stop insulting art.
Wei Lianhua shook his head deeply: "Painters make a lot of money!"
Albert: "...or you'd better beat me to death."
He couldn't stand it anymore. He originally thought that even though this man was unreliable, he had a great love for art.
But he didn't expect that he was overthinking everything.
This man is simply a philistine speculator, and he cannot allow the other party to insult art.
Looking at Albert's eyes that could almost spit out fire, Wei Lianhua patted Albert twice on the shoulder: "Calm down."
Albert, who was knocked down by Wei Lianhua's two slaps, struggled to raise his arms: "Stop!" He had calmed down.
After helping Albert up and putting him down, Wei Lianhua looked at him sincerely: "Are you feeling better?"
Albert: "..." If you can stay away from me, I will definitely be fine.
After scolding Wei Lianhua hundreds of times in his heart, Albert let out a long breath: "Just think about what you are best at, and then draw it."
This is what his teacher said to him when he just started painting.
At that time, the teacher actually didn't want to accept him. The reason for asking this question was to let him do other things he was good at.
In short, you can do whatever you want, but don’t insult art.
He was heartbroken by these words at first, but he never expected that the same words would come out of his own mouth.
What I'm best at...
Wei Lianhua looked at Albert with a deep look: "I am good at everything, what should I do?"
Albert: "..." He has never seen such a shameless person.
This class took a long time, and it felt like it was almost time for Wang Yilin to get out of school. Wei Lianhua put a dusty iron ring in Albert's hand: "Apprenticeship ceremony."
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She pulled it out accidentally last night.
It happened suddenly.
She had dismantled a lot of parts from those two machines. When she dumped the parts on the bed to check them last night, her body once again moved uncontrollably.
Different from the lack of control when painting, this loss of control filled her heart with a strange sense of satisfaction.
When he came back to his senses, all the parts in front of him disappeared and were replaced by a few rings.
Although she didn't know why she made such a strange thing, now that she had made it, Wei Lianhua took it out and used it without any psychological burden.
Although it is iron gray, it is still a ring!
So, early this morning, she put one on each of the Wei family members, including Wang Yilin.
Now she still had a few coins left in her pocket, and she just took out one to use as a apprenticeship ceremony for Albert.
