Rebirth in 80's,I married a commander

"Uncle Zhishu, you are really right. That wall is getting dirtier and dirtier. We always see it at the first sight when we walk out of the school gate after school, which is really a pollution to our eyes." Jiang Xiao said, "but if you just brush the white ash, will it be dirty all at once?"

Jiang Songhai looked at her again. Is this child here to chat with Yao Zhishu?

"Yes, or it will be painted in color." Yao didn't mind talking to Jiang Xiao, and he was quite interested. Because he is too dignified and always has a straight face. Most of the children in the village are afraid of him, and some bear children give him the nickname Yao Heizi. Don't think he doesn't know.

Sunspot is the name of his dog.

Would he like to call him sunspot Yao?

However, if he didn't like it, he couldn't argue with those children.

Even his daughter, Yao Chengshan, was afraid of him since childhood and seldom took the initiative to talk to him.

Now Jiang Xiao can sit in front of him and chat with him like this. This feeling is really fresh.

Jiang Xiao said with a smile: "simply brush the color up, those children can't help but go graffiti, not long, the same is dirty."

That wall is really big.

A row of old houses are there. It's impossible to tear them down. However, standing at the school gate, it was really a long, dark face, which was still a matter.

Yao Zhishu gave a sigh, looked at her and said, "Jiang Xiao, what do you do?"

"In fact, it's very simple. You can draw a whole picture of the wall. Then the weeds at the root of the wall are removed, and then paved with fine sand and stone, where can be used as a knowledge corridor

Yao Zhishu's eyes brightened, but after thinking about it, he sighed and shook his head. "The idea is good. There is no such talent in our village."

Maybe the art teachers in the town can do this job, but there is no such art teacher in Siyang village. The only art teacher in their school is only able to teach basic workers.

For such a long wall, if you want to draw a big picture, you can't do it well for two days a day. Does he still invite an art teacher in the town to live in the village for a few days?

Jiang Xiao said: "Uncle secretary, give it to me. I'll draw it."

Jiang Songhai and Yao Jubin were shocked.

"Little, we can't..." blatantly. Jiang Songhai wanted to say this, but saw Jiang Xiao blink at him, and his words swallowed back half.

"Can you draw?"

Jiang Xiao also knows that Yao Zhishu certainly doesn't believe his own words. So she picked up the pen and paper in front of her, looked at it, and drew a teacup on it.

The tea cup was drawn in 3D by her, with shadows and lights. It looked very solid, just like a real teacup on paper.

If it hadn't been for her painting, Yao would have reached for the cup.

What's more, she drew so fast that she was able to draw it all at once.

For Jiang Xiaolai, in fact, this is only a basic skill, and she is not satisfied with the effect of the painting. However, she is still so sick that she feels her hands shaking after drawing a cup.

It's no wonder that you can call up a magic brush, but you can't draw with it.

Jiang Xiao is still sighing in his heart, but Yao Zhishu is really amazed.

"God, God! I'll see you for the first time! There is a little painter in our village! " Yao Zhishu held the paper in admiration, and suddenly found out what was wrong. He immediately looked at her left hand, which had been pressing the paper with some difficulty, and then he said, "what's wrong with your hand?"

He had not noticed that the little girl's left hand was red and swollen!