Dress up and fight!

Chapter 2687 Sister-in-law's Artistic Life (34)

Albert opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound for a long time.

He also thought about how one day he would educate the students after he accepted them.

He felt that he should be a teacher who was strict and poisonous, but would not suppress the other party's talent.

But the premise is that the student must be talented.

Looking at the painting that Wei Lianhua sent to him, Albert just wanted to knock the drawing board on the opponent's head.

Is this shit something a human can draw?

He poured the paint on the cockroach, and it looked better than the woman's.

Seeing the blue veins on Albert's head bulge outward, Wei Lianhua subconsciously clenched her fists: "What do you want to do?"

Albert looked up at Wei Lianhua's hideous face: what did he want to do, strangle this woman and commit suicide.

Feeling pierced by Wei Lianhua's artistic taste, Albert gritted his teeth: "I don't think my previous education method is very suitable for you. We should develop our ideas first."

As Albert said, he wept silently in his heart: he has fallen, and he betrayed his belief once again.

Seeing that Albert was about to give a lecture to herself, Wei Lianhua sat cross-legged opposite Albert in a serious manner, nodding sincerely: "Say it!"

She has always been a good student who is diligent and inquisitive!
Albert cleared his throat: "Do you know the origin of oil painting?"

His teacher once said to him that knowing the origin of oil painting is conducive to developing one's own thinking in order to obtain more inspiration.

Albert's voice was deep and melodious, coupled with his unhurried speech speed, it was like a melodious cello music, flowing slowly in Wei Lianhua's ears.

For a while, Wei Lianhua was fascinated by it.

Ten minutes later, Albert's voice suddenly rose, and he grabbed Wei Lianhua's shoulder and shook it desperately.

The voice was as shrill as a goose being strangled by the neck: "Get up!"

He can pretend not to see it while sleeping in class, after all, he doesn't really want to teach this woman.

Moreover, recalling the history of oil painting can also help him calm down, but the problem now is that this woman not only fell asleep, but also snored.

How can such a thing be tolerated.

The more Albert thought about it, the angrier he became, and he firmly grasped Wei Lianhua's shoulder with both hands.

The ten fingers seemed to want to pinch into Wei Lianhua's flesh.

There are so many painters in the world, why does this woman insist on holding on to him.

Waking up, Wei Lianhua's eyes slowly passed Albert's hand, and those lifeless eyes glanced at Albert: "You bully me."

Realizing that this was a declarative sentence, Albert subconsciously wanted to let go, but in the next second, his whole body rose into the air.

Half an hour passed quickly.

Albert looked at Wei Lianhua lovingly, and helped Wei Lianhua develop his ideas very carefully: "Before creating, you should first think about your own strengths."

If you ignore the bruises on Albert's face and the two balls of cloth stuck in his nostrils.

Now this scene of teacher-student relationship looks really harmonious.

Wei Lianhua tilted her head and thought about it seriously. After a long time, she answered with certainty: "I'm very strong."

This is what she recently discovered.

Albert's expression was ferocious, and then he forced a smile: "There is more!" In the field of painting, this is not an advantage.

And why don't you wrestle if you are strong.

Wei Lianhua scratched the back of her head: "I run fast."

This is what she discovered recently, too.

Albert snorted heavily, and the cloth in his nostrils was sprayed on the ground.

Nosebleeds flowed out.

Before Albert could move, Wei Lianhua had already grabbed the T-shirt on him, skillfully tore off two balls of fabric, and skillfully stuffed them into his nose.

Albert: "." It really is a custom-made T-shirt, and the water absorption is really good
No, what was he thinking.

Lips trembled, and Albert's voice was full of despair: "Running doesn't 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 the words: "Yes, I'm good at mathematics, and I'm especially 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 her head deeply: "Painters earn a lot!"

Albert: "...or you'd better kill me."

He couldn't take it anymore. He originally thought that even though this person was unreliable, he had a great love for art.

But he didn't expect that he thought too much about everything.

This person is simply a philistine speculator, he cannot allow the other party to insult art.

Looking at Albert's eyes that could almost shoot out fire, Wei Lianhua patted Albert's shoulder twice: "Calm down."

Albert, who was knocked down by Wei Lianhua's two slaps, struggled to raise his arms: "Stop!" He had already calmed down.

Helping Albert up and putting him away, Wei Lianhua looked at him sincerely: "Are you 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 sigh of relief: "Just think about what you are best at, and then just draw it."

This is what the teacher once 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 those words at first, but he never thought that the same words would come out of his own mouth.

best things.
Wei Lianhua looked at Albert deeply: "I am good at everything, so what should I do?"

Albert: "." He had never seen such a brazen person.

This class lasted for a long time, and it felt like it was almost time for Wang Yilin to leave school. Wei Lianhua put a dusty iron ring in Albert's hand: "Apprentice ceremony."

This is what she accidentally pulled out last night.

It happened suddenly.

She removed a lot of parts from those two machines, and when she dumped the parts on the bed to check last night, her body moved uncontrollably again.

Different from the uncontrollable feeling when painting, this time out of control filled her with a strange sense of satisfaction.

When he came back to his senses, all the parts in front of him disappeared, replaced by a few rings.

Although she didn't know why she made such a strange thing, since she made it, Wei Lianhua took it out and used it without any psychological burden.

Although it is iron gray, it is a ring after all!

So, early this morning, she put one on everyone in the Wei family, not even Wang Yilin.

Now she still has a few coins left in her pocket, and she just took out one as a gift to Albert.

(End of this chapter)