The whip struck Yu Mei's body, which made her feel distressed. The stubborn Yu Mei painted and painted on the rough jade material, over and over again.
The rice on the side had become cold and turned into a lump of dough, and Yumei didn't even bother to take a bite.
It wasn't until about three o'clock in the morning that she crawled onto the carving table and fell asleep tiredly. She also had a dream, in which she dreamed that her mother held her lovingly in her arms and wiped away her sad tears...
In the morning, Feng Changshui walked in, picked up the horse painted on the jade material, swallowed his saliva, and put it down gently without disturbing the sleeping girl, and walked out with a livid face.
At noon, when Feng Changshui came in again carrying the whip, Yumei had already polished the jade horse into a good shape, and put it together with Feng Changshui's jade horse. It had a little more aura, and the whip that Feng Changshui was about to lift could no longer be lifted. Can't lift it up.
In this way, Yu Mei repeatedly carved the same jade horse one after another, both in terms of speed and appearance.
The outline of the horse was firmly imprinted in her mind, so she tried to omit the unnecessary painting work and directly sculpted it. She made up her mind and started polishing until a nondescript jade piece could no longer be polished to perfection. At that moment, Feng Changshui was furious and furious. He raised his palm and slapped Yumei on the face. A trace of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He then grabbed Yumei's hair and pulled up the stool. Yumei fell heavily to the ground. The cruel The whip fell countless times.
Feng Changshui was panting heavily. After the beating, he still couldn't let go, so he went up and kicked him three times. Yumei climbed up with difficulty, carefully selected a piece from the pile of scrap jade, stumbled up the stool, sat on it and began to grind it roughly.
Feng Changshui threw down the whip and walked out feebly. He squatted on the ground and held his long hair firmly with ten strong fingers, lowering his head. He cried in extreme pain, suppressed, and twitched all over. He looked so helpless. ;So helpless.
At night, the crescent moon hung in the sky, and there was deathly silence in the wild. Yumei sat alone outside the shed, crying: "Mother——, where are you? Mother——, why are you hiding from your daughter——, wuwu ….”
Yu Mei also finally understood the importance of carving jade pieces and painting. To master the skills of composition, according to the size of the drawn space, find the highest point, the lowest point, the rightmost point, the leftmost point, the size ratio of an object, the position on the picture, and the relationship between before and after.
Find the midpoint, using vertical and horizontal lines, and compare measurements. She gradually figured out the essentials of painting. She was not limited to painting horses. When she saw chickens, puppies, piglets, trees, flowers and plants, she would carefully paint them on the ground and paper. This kind of skill was completely unknown to Feng Changshui. She was not taught anything. In order to endure less whipping, Yumei's carving skills improved day by day. Sometimes Feng Changshui was secretly surprised, but he never praised Yumei's excellence with a smile.
Feng Changshui was just eager to pass on all his skills to Yumei as soon as possible.
His face became increasingly ugly, and it was almost difficult for him to fall asleep at night. Late at night, someone saw him still wandering around the jade carving shed, sometimes squatting and sometimes bending over, looking very painful and anxious.
During the day, he still stared at Yumei strictly, cracking the whip, which frightened Yumei so much that she dared not speak out, and she had to complete each carving task.
"Today there are twenty carvings, I have to carve every one of them," Feng Changshui stood there with a cold expression: "If you can't finish it, or you can't do it well, you know the feeling of a whip."
Then, Feng Changshui left the village along the road.
The little beans from the village sneaked over, stood on tiptoes, stuck their heads through the fence and looked in, staring curiously with their eyes wide open.
Yumei didn't notice the noise of the grinding wheel at all. She just focused on grinding the work in her hands seriously. She wanted to finish grinding as soon as possible and go out to play.
It was already noon, but Yumei still didn't stop what she was doing.
Xiaodouzi turned around and looked at the sun in the sky, scratched his hair, rolled his eyes in a circle, and ran home like a whirlwind.
Xiaodouzi rushed into the door, stopped suddenly, walked over timidly, folded tung tree leaves into a bag, and handed it to the carving table. Yumei was startled and turned around to see Xiaodouzi shooting arrows again. Ran away as well.
Yu Mei opened the leaves of the tung tree, and the two hot oil-baked buns were fragrant. Huang Shuangshuang made people drool just looking at them.
Yumei looked at Xiaodouzi's back and smiled sweetly. She didn't wash her hands, took a bite on the leaves, and happily started grinding again.
None of her friends had come to find her, and Xiaodouzi's arrival made her surprised and happy. Thinking of Xiaodouzi's silly appearance, Yumei felt an extra joy in her heart. .
Yumei was startled, and hurriedly dropped the jade material in her hand, and hurriedly chased out, but Xiaodouzi was nowhere to be seen. She became more and more anxious, looking at the carving table, and then outside, hesitant, and finally she decided Helplessly, she walked to the carving table and started grinding the jade pieces. She was worried that Xiaodouzi would meet her father again, and his father's violent temper would kill Xiaodouzi. She would try her best to tell Xiaodouzi not to come here to play with her. .
She was so preoccupied that she had no intention of polishing. She accidentally cut her finger on the grinding wheel, and the bright red blood instantly dyed the water in the sink red.
