After you tortured me, Mr. Fu cried

Chapter 41
Ji Wan stayed in Marigold Sanatorium, and the children had a ceramics teacher in their lives.

"I never expected that your major in college would be such an unpopular major,"

In the abandoned utility room, Xu Jia was helping Ji Wan do the final cleaning work.

As an independent subject form, ceramic art actually has an inseparable inheritance and comparative relationship with other arts and crafts such as painting and sculpture.

Xu Jia had guessed that Ji Wan might be an art student, but he didn't expect it to be such a cold subject.

"Is it unpopular? Our country is also a well-known craftsmanship country..."

Ji Wan looked at the familiar pottery tools and felt satisfied in her heart.

She also didn’t expect that many years after graduation, she would still be able to embark on the design path she had loved since she was young.

"Teacher Xiao Ji? I'll leave the children to you. I'll be with you."

There was a gentle knock on the door of the pottery classroom, and the nurse appeared at the door leading the children.

Pairs of small hands were clasped on each other's shoulders and lined up at the door. Compared to the lively and wanton days in the garden, the children seemed a bit restrained.

"You're welcome, come in."

Ji Wan smiled and motioned for the children to come in.

Xu Jia, on the other hand, made a gesture and retired. She spent a long time in the nursing home.

The seemingly well-behaved children in front of them turned out to be troublesome when they first entered the nursing home.

Silent, hysterical...when did you become so well-behaved?
Xu Jia shook his head, secretly laughing at himself for being slow.

Natural pottery clay and porcelain clay are non-toxic and pollution-free soft clay, which is very suitable for children who are new to pottery.

Teaching ceramics is a dynamic and open process, and Ji Wan gave freedom to the children in the first lesson.

Only when you follow your heart can your personality be expressed and your imagination spread.

"Fix the clay embryo with your hands and pinch the shape you want, round, flat, square..."

Ji Wan led each pair of hands to have first contact with pottery at the round table, while the nurse was on the side providing auxiliary teaching.

After a short period of thinking, the children began to take action, and various prototypes began to appear.

Vases, plates, and kittens are almost all things that children come into contact with in their daily lives.

Ji Wan watched the children's progress and retreated to his position.

From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the marigolds spreading their petals bathed in the sun in the garden. The bright yellow made her fingertips move...

The pottery clay prepared in the pottery classroom has been used up, but the children seem to be unsatisfied.

Even though his face and hands were covered with clay, he was still excited to show off and share his work with his peers.

These pottery works were not colored, but the clay had been dried and shaped, but Ji Wan gave them great affirmation and praised them one by one.

"Teacher Xiao Ji, what are you doing?"

Some children asked curiously. They couldn't see so they could only judge Ji Wan's location through his voice.

"Want to touch it?"

Ji Wan pushed her ceramic work forward, and pairs of little hands rushed forward.

But the moment they came into contact with the work, their movements turned into careful touches.

"It's marigold?! It's the marigold taught by the nurse sister!"

the perceptive child exclaimed.

When the sun was about to set, the pottery class also came to an end. "Sorry for causing trouble to you today..."

The nurse directed the children back to their rooms. She walked at the end of the team and bowed to Ji Wan before leaving.

Ji Wan's ceramic works were not finished.

After the children's contact, there were some slight finger marks on the originally smooth and delicate petals and flower stems.

"No need to be so polite. By the way, the children gave this to you."

Ji Wan took a dried white clay cup from the window sill and gently placed it in the nurse's hand.

"The children said they accidentally broke your water glass before, so this is a small gesture of compensation."

The caregiver looked stunned.

That was a long time ago, when we first met the children.

Even she herself had forgotten things, but these children always kept them in mind.

The tip of the nurse's nose felt sour, and the hand holding the cup silently tightened...

There is a mysterious designer on the Internet in London, and the most popular work is a ceramic item called "Hope".

The specific form of expression is a cluster of marigolds made of white clay, signed as the work of teacher Xiao Ji and the children.

Europe pays attention to realism, and Ji Wan's marigolds are still and moving, with a full expression, but the color does not match the realism.

In the comment area, jealous professionals stood up and criticized the creators, accusing them of being unprofessional, having no aesthetic attainments, and no sense of sex.

When Xu Jia saw this post on the Internet, she raised her eyebrows.

She hid her ID and left a scathing anonymous comment.

"Are you suffering from pink eye? Children cannot see the world, and their true nature is pure."

This comment was quickly trended by netizens 999+ times. The blessing of the name of love made the already popular post directly become the first recommendation.

Throughout the morning, the phone of the caregiver, who knew nothing about it, was vibrating.

She was so busy taking care of the children's daily life that she never had time to check until free time in the afternoon.

"Teacher Xiao Ji, everyone seems to like your works very much. The amount of rewards in the background is quite large. Many people even sent me private messages and wanted to buy them at high prices..."

The nurse looked at the children playing in the garden who had a rare chance to fish. When she took out her mobile phone, she was startled by the dense red dots in the background.

Even as an outsider who doesn't understand traditional pottery and modern pottery, she can actually tell that Ji Wan's pottery skills are not low.

Ji Wan's incident was a matter of course, but when it came to financial interests, his account was no longer a simple sharing account.

"As long as everyone likes it, please upload some works when you have time. If anyone rewards me, it will be treated as a subsidy to the nursing home."

Ji Wan squinted her eyes, looked at the children running in the sun, and waved her hands gently.

She understood the subtext of the nurse's words and opened a separate account to collect what should be collected and sell what should be sold.

In this era where traffic dividends are paramount, it is indeed a good opportunity to make a lot of money, but she still resolutely declined the nurse's proposal.

From the beginning to the end, she had no intention of making money from her pottery art, and the arrival of her fame was even more unexpected.

The nurse's account will still be updated with some of Ji Wan's works from time to time, even though she does not have a social account on the Internet.

But the name "Teacher Xiao Ji" has become increasingly famous in the designer circle...

(End of this chapter)