Chapter 1003
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At 4:50 on Friday afternoon, Yang Yi, like other parents who came to wait for their children to leave school, arrived at the gate of Huijia primary school early. However, today Yang Yi will go up to guide Xi Xi Xi's painting, so he doesn't just wait at the school gate.
Yang Yi casually used an excuse to register at the gate guard, and then walked in. Xi Xi's classroom Yang Yi is very familiar with, he came to the teaching building where Xi Xi is.
When Yang Yi arrived, the classroom was still quiet and empty. But soon, as the bell rings, the whole campus seems to be boiling up, and soon, every corner of the campus is full of all kinds of excited shouting.
The same is true of the teaching building in grade one. The children who have just finished their own interest courses soon pour into the corridor.
There are also students who pack up their schoolbags before going to the interest courses and go home directly after school, as Xi Xi sometimes does.
However, there are still many children who come back to the class and then go back home. Some of them have to clean the classroom on duty, so they rush back and want to go home as soon as possible.
But why is there an adult standing outside the classroom?
They first looked at Yang Yi strangely, then lowered their voices and muttered, ran to the back of the classroom to get brooms and garbage shovels.
Although they were curious about Yang Yi's identity, the children of this age did not know Liang Jingru, nor did they have the courage to speak to unfamiliar adults.
Of course, they don't remember meeting Xi Xi Xi's father at the parents' meeting last year. How can children of this age remember these things?
Yang Yi is afraid to frighten these children, but also with an approachable smile, her eyes from time to time from those running past the children, looking forward to quickly see the figure of the little girl that she is worried about.
"Xiner, xiner, we are going up! I still want to paint. I can't go home! " Downstairs, a mingled with a lot of children's noise in the clear call was captured by Yang Yi, Yang Yi looked at her head, the corners of her mouth gently cocked up.
Sure enough, after a while, Xi Xi and Lan Xin, the two little girls who went to the library for reading class, ran up.
"Baba!" Xi Xi was surprised to see her father's face. The little girl didn't think that her father would come up so early. She screamed, jumped up happily and hugged her father.
Seeing Xi Xi and Lan Xin leading a tall and burly adult into the class, several young boys who are sweeping the floor suddenly stare round eyes and look at Yang Yi fearlessly.
When the adult came into the classroom, he was tall and bulky, giving these boys a terrible pressure!
They are as if the cat had seen the tiger, and they didn't dare to say anything
And in the middle of the classroom, a little girl was packing up her schoolbag. Seeing this, she ran over with curiosity on her face and approached Xi Xi Xi and asked in a low voice, "Xi Xi Xi, who is this uncle?"
The little girl seems to have a good relationship with Xi Xi.
"This is my Baba!" Xi Xi giggled and seemed to be in a brilliant mood. She actively introduced, "Baba, this is Yuxi. We are going to do blackboard newspaper together."
It turned out to be the little girl Du Yuxi.
Yang Yi smiles and nods with her.
Du Yuxi was more surprised. Her eyes were wide open. She said in surprise, "are you Xi Xi's father? Dad with little Tinker
Well, there seems to be something wrong with the logic.
……
After a while, Yang Yi was pulled to the back of the classroom by Xi Xi, who couldn't wait. Xi Xi pointed to the big blackboard behind her and waited eagerly for her father to teach her how to draw xiaodingdang.
This week, Xi Xi Xi and her friends have been working hard on the blackboard newspaper!
Now on the blackboard, several areas have been planned, and they have been outlined with beautiful lace. At least in terms of design, Yang Yi thinks that these little girls are doing well!
One of the areas has been filled in. It is estimated that it was a poem written by Nan Zhaoyu when Xi Xi was painting xiaodingdang yesterday. Yang Yi took a look at it and found that Nan Zhaoyu's handwriting was pretty good. Every stroke was meaningful and powerful. Compared with his father's great calligrapher Nan Yiyun, there was still a big gap. But among these first grade children, they were absolutely famous The existence of standing out from the crowd!
And this poem is actually "Long Song Xing". Yang Yi thinks the last two sentences are quite suitable for these children.
"Are these patterns designed by you? Good idea! Separate the content so it doesn't look too messy and refreshing! " Yang Yi said with an appreciative smile.
"This is what sister Xiaowei taught us. Many classes in grade three draw like this!" Xixi said with blinking eyes.
"I drew it here." Du Yuxi couldn't help but get in. She used her small hand to make a virtual move in front of the blackboard, and jumped, and said to Yang Yi.
"I have paintings, too. I painted here." Seeing this, Lan Xin can't wait to ask for credit"You are all very good! Well done Yang Yi said with a smile.
"But it's better to have Tinker bells Xi Xi tooted her small mouth and said in a somewhat sullen way.
Dad, don't look around! She's been waiting to draw Tinker Bell!
Yesterday's painting, Xi Xi Xi has been wiped off, and now there is a big blank in the middle of the blackboard. Xi Xi Xi is eager to draw it earlier, so that the partners who laughed at the ugly little Ding Dang painted yesterday can have a new look at themselves!
"Come, come. You wait for Dad to get something! " Yang Yi smiles and walks back to the platform.
How to teach Xi Xi Xi to draw a small Ding Dong on a big blackboard? Yang Yi at home has considered this problem, only saw him from the podium, took the school allocated teachers wooden teaching aids.
Seeing Yang Yi take out such a big posture, not to mention Xi Xi, even Lan Xin comes to watch curiously. Du Yuxi, Nan Zhaoyu who just came to help, several children all follow Yang Yi.
"Xi Xi, when you want to draw a good picture on such a big blackboard, you must learn to compose." Yang Yi pressed the triangle ruler on the blackboard that made the blackboard newspaper. She turned to her face and said with a smile, "think about how you can move this picture to this blackboard according to the correct proportion."
Xi Xi didn't understand these nouns at all. She looked at her father in some confusion and waited for him to explain.
But fortunately, Xixi didn't need to fully understand these principles. Soon, she saw her father take the original copy of xiaodingdang that she copied, and said to her: "look, this little dingdong, is it the head, is it the same proportion with the body? It's a little bit bigger here, but it's not much bigger? "
Xi Xi nodded gently, which she understood.
Yang Yi was holding a triangle ruler, drawing a large blank in the middle of the blackboard newspaper, holding chalk, and poking small dots and dotted lines on it.
"We plan like this, this area can be painted with little Ding Dang's head. Of course, we have set aside a place to draw bamboo dragonflies. The next one, the body and the space are almost the same as the head. When you draw, you can draw a little smaller. "
Little dots and dotted lines. After a while, I was so absorbed in my father's operation that I was surprised to see a piece of area on the blackboard that could be filled into each part of Xiaoding Dang. It seems that through simple decomposition, dad helped her to decompose the complicated pictures into simple parts!
What a wonderful father!
Xi Xi's eyes were shining and she looked at her father with adoration.
"Do you see that?" Yang Yi turned her head and saw Xi Xi Xi's appearance. She knew that her strategy had been successful. He asked with a smile, "is this painting much simpler?"
Xi Xi happily places a little head.
However, there was no painting class nearby. Unlike Du Yuxi, Lan Xin and Nan Zhaoyu, who had seen her father's paintings since childhood, they were confused. They shook their heads in confusion and muttered, "I can't see it..."
It's also true that these children don't know how to compose a picture. They don't know how to draw a complete shape step by step from the shape, the frame and the back. Naturally, there is no way to see Xiaoding Dang from Yang Yi's seemingly messy dots and curves.
"It doesn't matter if you can't see it. When Xi Xi Xi draws it, you will see the effect." Yang Yi comforted them with a smile.
Yang Yi moved over an empty table and said, "come on, Xi Xi, it's time for you to paint!"
Xi Xi was eager to try, and some were not so confident. The little girl looked a little shy. Her hands were interwoven. She twisted in place and whispered: "Baba, do I draw myself?"
"Yes, draw it yourself! But dad is watching and will guide you to draw it completely. Don't worry Yang Yi encouraged.
"Hee hee, all right." Xi Xi heard her father said that she would guide herself next to her, and her confidence came back. She was smiling sweetly and actively stretched out two small arms.
Usually she has to step on the stool to step on the table to draw. Now that her father is there, where does she need such trouble?
I saw Yang Yi put out her arms, and the little girl, like a princess, was held in her arms and "flew" onto the table.
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At 4:50 on Friday afternoon, Yang Yi, like other parents who came to wait for their children to leave school, arrived at the gate of Huijia primary school early. However, today Yang Yi will go up to guide Xi Xi Xi's painting, so he doesn't just wait at the school gate.
Yang Yi casually used an excuse to register at the gate guard, and then walked in. Xi Xi's classroom Yang Yi is very familiar with, he came to the teaching building where Xi Xi is.
When Yang Yi arrived, the classroom was still quiet and empty. But soon, as the bell rings, the whole campus seems to be boiling up, and soon, every corner of the campus is full of all kinds of excited shouting.
The same is true of the teaching building in grade one. The children who have just finished their own interest courses soon pour into the corridor.
There are also students who pack up their schoolbags before going to the interest courses and go home directly after school, as Xi Xi sometimes does.
However, there are still many children who come back to the class and then go back home. Some of them have to clean the classroom on duty, so they rush back and want to go home as soon as possible.
But why is there an adult standing outside the classroom?
They first looked at Yang Yi strangely, then lowered their voices and muttered, ran to the back of the classroom to get brooms and garbage shovels.
Although they were curious about Yang Yi's identity, the children of this age did not know Liang Jingru, nor did they have the courage to speak to unfamiliar adults.
Of course, they don't remember meeting Xi Xi Xi's father at the parents' meeting last year. How can children of this age remember these things?
Yang Yi is afraid to frighten these children, but also with an approachable smile, her eyes from time to time from those running past the children, looking forward to quickly see the figure of the little girl that she is worried about.
"Xiner, xiner, we are going up! I still want to paint. I can't go home! " Downstairs, a mingled with a lot of children's noise in the clear call was captured by Yang Yi, Yang Yi looked at her head, the corners of her mouth gently cocked up.
Sure enough, after a while, Xi Xi and Lan Xin, the two little girls who went to the library for reading class, ran up.
"Baba!" Xi Xi was surprised to see her father's face. The little girl didn't think that her father would come up so early. She screamed, jumped up happily and hugged her father.
Seeing Xi Xi and Lan Xin leading a tall and burly adult into the class, several young boys who are sweeping the floor suddenly stare round eyes and look at Yang Yi fearlessly.
When the adult came into the classroom, he was tall and bulky, giving these boys a terrible pressure!
They are as if the cat had seen the tiger, and they didn't dare to say anything
And in the middle of the classroom, a little girl was packing up her schoolbag. Seeing this, she ran over with curiosity on her face and approached Xi Xi Xi and asked in a low voice, "Xi Xi Xi, who is this uncle?"
The little girl seems to have a good relationship with Xi Xi.
"This is my Baba!" Xi Xi giggled and seemed to be in a brilliant mood. She actively introduced, "Baba, this is Yuxi. We are going to do blackboard newspaper together."
It turned out to be the little girl Du Yuxi.
Yang Yi smiles and nods with her.
Du Yuxi was more surprised. Her eyes were wide open. She said in surprise, "are you Xi Xi's father? Dad with little Tinker
Well, there seems to be something wrong with the logic.
……
After a while, Yang Yi was pulled to the back of the classroom by Xi Xi, who couldn't wait. Xi Xi pointed to the big blackboard behind her and waited eagerly for her father to teach her how to draw xiaodingdang.
This week, Xi Xi Xi and her friends have been working hard on the blackboard newspaper!
Now on the blackboard, several areas have been planned, and they have been outlined with beautiful lace. At least in terms of design, Yang Yi thinks that these little girls are doing well!
One of the areas has been filled in. It is estimated that it was a poem written by Nan Zhaoyu when Xi Xi was painting xiaodingdang yesterday. Yang Yi took a look at it and found that Nan Zhaoyu's handwriting was pretty good. Every stroke was meaningful and powerful. Compared with his father's great calligrapher Nan Yiyun, there was still a big gap. But among these first grade children, they were absolutely famous The existence of standing out from the crowd!
And this poem is actually "Long Song Xing". Yang Yi thinks the last two sentences are quite suitable for these children.
"Are these patterns designed by you? Good idea! Separate the content so it doesn't look too messy and refreshing! " Yang Yi said with an appreciative smile.
"This is what sister Xiaowei taught us. Many classes in grade three draw like this!" Xixi said with blinking eyes.
"I drew it here." Du Yuxi couldn't help but get in. She used her small hand to make a virtual move in front of the blackboard, and jumped, and said to Yang Yi.
"I have paintings, too. I painted here." Seeing this, Lan Xin can't wait to ask for credit"You are all very good! Well done Yang Yi said with a smile.
"But it's better to have Tinker bells Xi Xi tooted her small mouth and said in a somewhat sullen way.
Dad, don't look around! She's been waiting to draw Tinker Bell!
Yesterday's painting, Xi Xi Xi has been wiped off, and now there is a big blank in the middle of the blackboard. Xi Xi Xi is eager to draw it earlier, so that the partners who laughed at the ugly little Ding Dang painted yesterday can have a new look at themselves!
"Come, come. You wait for Dad to get something! " Yang Yi smiles and walks back to the platform.
How to teach Xi Xi Xi to draw a small Ding Dong on a big blackboard? Yang Yi at home has considered this problem, only saw him from the podium, took the school allocated teachers wooden teaching aids.
Seeing Yang Yi take out such a big posture, not to mention Xi Xi, even Lan Xin comes to watch curiously. Du Yuxi, Nan Zhaoyu who just came to help, several children all follow Yang Yi.
"Xi Xi, when you want to draw a good picture on such a big blackboard, you must learn to compose." Yang Yi pressed the triangle ruler on the blackboard that made the blackboard newspaper. She turned to her face and said with a smile, "think about how you can move this picture to this blackboard according to the correct proportion."
Xi Xi didn't understand these nouns at all. She looked at her father in some confusion and waited for him to explain.
But fortunately, Xixi didn't need to fully understand these principles. Soon, she saw her father take the original copy of xiaodingdang that she copied, and said to her: "look, this little dingdong, is it the head, is it the same proportion with the body? It's a little bit bigger here, but it's not much bigger? "
Xi Xi nodded gently, which she understood.
Yang Yi was holding a triangle ruler, drawing a large blank in the middle of the blackboard newspaper, holding chalk, and poking small dots and dotted lines on it.
"We plan like this, this area can be painted with little Ding Dang's head. Of course, we have set aside a place to draw bamboo dragonflies. The next one, the body and the space are almost the same as the head. When you draw, you can draw a little smaller. "
Little dots and dotted lines. After a while, I was so absorbed in my father's operation that I was surprised to see a piece of area on the blackboard that could be filled into each part of Xiaoding Dang. It seems that through simple decomposition, dad helped her to decompose the complicated pictures into simple parts!
What a wonderful father!
Xi Xi's eyes were shining and she looked at her father with adoration.
"Do you see that?" Yang Yi turned her head and saw Xi Xi Xi's appearance. She knew that her strategy had been successful. He asked with a smile, "is this painting much simpler?"
Xi Xi happily places a little head.
However, there was no painting class nearby. Unlike Du Yuxi, Lan Xin and Nan Zhaoyu, who had seen her father's paintings since childhood, they were confused. They shook their heads in confusion and muttered, "I can't see it..."
It's also true that these children don't know how to compose a picture. They don't know how to draw a complete shape step by step from the shape, the frame and the back. Naturally, there is no way to see Xiaoding Dang from Yang Yi's seemingly messy dots and curves.
"It doesn't matter if you can't see it. When Xi Xi Xi draws it, you will see the effect." Yang Yi comforted them with a smile.
Yang Yi moved over an empty table and said, "come on, Xi Xi, it's time for you to paint!"
Xi Xi was eager to try, and some were not so confident. The little girl looked a little shy. Her hands were interwoven. She twisted in place and whispered: "Baba, do I draw myself?"
"Yes, draw it yourself! But dad is watching and will guide you to draw it completely. Don't worry Yang Yi encouraged.
"Hee hee, all right." Xi Xi heard her father said that she would guide herself next to her, and her confidence came back. She was smiling sweetly and actively stretched out two small arms.
Usually she has to step on the stool to step on the table to draw. Now that her father is there, where does she need such trouble?
I saw Yang Yi put out her arms, and the little girl, like a princess, was held in her arms and "flew" onto the table.
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At 4:50 on Friday afternoon, Yang Yi, like other parents who came to wait for their children to leave school, arrived at the gate of Huijia primary school early. However, today Yang Yi will go up to guide Xi Xi Xi's painting, so he doesn't just wait at the school gate. Yang Yi casually used an excuse to register at the gate guard, and then walked in. Xi Xi's classroom Yang Yi is very familiar with, he came to the teaching building where Xi Xi is. When Yang Yi arrived, the classroom was still quiet and empty. But soon, as the bell rings, the whole campus seems to be boiling up, and soon, every corner of the campus is full of all kinds of excited shouting. The same is true of the teaching building in grade one. The children who have just finished their own interest courses soon pour into the corridor. There are also students who pack up their schoolbags before going to the interest courses and go home directly after school, as Xi Xi sometimes does. However, there are still many children who come back to the class and then go back home. Some of them have to clean the classroom on duty, so they rush back and want to go home as soon as possible. But why is there an adult standing outside the classroom? They first looked at Yang Yi strangely, then lowered their voices and muttered, ran to the back of the classroom to get brooms and garbage shovels. Although they were curious about Yang Yi's identity, the children of this age did not know Liang Jingru, nor did they have the courage to speak to unfamiliar adults. Of course, they don't remember meeting Xi Xi Xi's father at the parents' meeting last year. How can children of this age remember these things? Yang Yi is afraid to frighten these children, but also with an approachable smile, her eyes from time to time from those running past the children, looking forward to quickly see the figure of the little girl that she is worried about. "Xiner, xiner, we are going up! I still want to paint. I can't go home! " Downstairs, a mingled with a lot of children's noise in the clear call was captured by Yang Yi, Yang Yi looked at her head, the corners of her mouth gently cocked up. Sure enough, after a while, Xi Xi and Lan Xin, the two little girls who went to the library for reading class, ran up. "Baba!" Xi Xi was surprised to see her father's face. The little girl didn't think that her father would come up so early. She screamed, jumped up happily and hugged her father. Seeing Xi Xi and Lan Xin leading a tall and burly adult into the class, several young boys who are sweeping the floor suddenly stare round eyes and look at Yang Yi fearlessly. When the adult came into the classroom, he was tall and bulky, giving these boys a terrible pressure! They are as if the cat had seen the tiger, and they didn't dare to say anything And in the middle of the classroom, a little girl was packing up her schoolbag. Seeing this, she ran over with curiosity on her face and approached Xi Xi Xi and asked in a low voice, "Xi Xi Xi, who is this uncle?" The little girl seems to have a good relationship with Xi Xi. "This is my Baba!" Xi Xi giggled and seemed to be in a brilliant mood. She actively introduced, "Baba, this is Yuxi. We are going to do blackboard newspaper together." It turned out to be the little girl Du Yuxi. Yang Yi smiles and nods with her. Du Yuxi was more surprised. Her eyes were wide open. She said in surprise, "are you Xi Xi's father? Dad with little Tinker Well, there seems to be something wrong with the logic. After a while, Yang Yi was pulled to the back of the classroom by Xi Xi, who couldn't wait. Xi Xi pointed to the big blackboard behind her and waited eagerly for her father to teach her how to draw xiaodingdang. This week, Xi Xi Xi and her friends have been working hard on the blackboard newspaper! Now on the blackboard, several areas have been planned, and they have been outlined with beautiful lace. At least in terms of design, Yang Yi thinks that these little girls are doing well! One of the areas has been filled in. It is estimated that it was a poem written by Nan Zhaoyu when Xi Xi was painting xiaodingdang yesterday. Yang Yi took a look at it and found that Nan Zhaoyu's handwriting was pretty good. Every stroke was meaningful and powerful. Compared with his father's great calligrapher Nan Yiyun, there was still a big gap. But among these first grade children, they were absolutely famous The existence of standing out from the crowd! And this poem is actually "Long Song Xing". Yang Yi thinks the last two sentences are quite suitable for these children. "Are these patterns designed by you? Good idea! Separate the content so it doesn't look too messy and refreshing! " Yang Yi said with an appreciative smile. "This is what sister Xiaowei taught us. Many classes in grade three draw like this!" Xixi said with blinking eyes. "I drew it here." Du Yuxi couldn't help but get in. She used her small hand to make a virtual move in front of the blackboard, and jumped, and said to Yang Yi. "I have paintings, too. I painted here." Seeing this, Lan Xin can't wait to ask for credit"You are all very good! Well done Yang Yi said with a smile. "But it's better to have Tinker bells Xi Xi tooted her small mouth and said in a somewhat sullen way. Dad, don't look around! She's been waiting to draw Tinker Bell! Yesterday's painting, Xi Xi Xi has been wiped off, and now there is a big blank in the middle of the blackboard. Xi Xi Xi is eager to draw it earlier, so that the partners who laughed at the ugly little Ding Dang painted yesterday can have a new look at themselves! "Come, come. You wait for Dad to get something! " Yang Yi smiles and walks back to the platform. How to teach Xi Xi Xi to draw a small Ding Dong on a big blackboard? Yang Yi at home has considered this problem, only saw him from the podium, took the school allocated teachers wooden teaching aids. Seeing Yang Yi take out such a big posture, not to mention Xi Xi, even Lan Xin comes to watch curiously. Du Yuxi, Nan Zhaoyu who just came to help, several children all follow Yang Yi. "Xi Xi, when you want to draw a good picture on such a big blackboard, you must learn to compose." Yang Yi pressed the triangle ruler on the blackboard that made the blackboard newspaper. She turned to her face and said with a smile, "think about how you can move this picture to this blackboard according to the correct proportion." Xi Xi didn't understand these nouns at all. She looked at her father in some confusion and waited for him to explain. But fortunately, Xixi didn't need to fully understand these principles. Soon, she saw her father take the original copy of xiaodingdang that she copied, and said to her: "look, this little dingdong, is it the head, is it the same proportion with the body? It's a little bit bigger here, but it's not much bigger? " Xi Xi nodded gently, which she understood. Yang Yi was holding a triangle ruler, drawing a large blank in the middle of the blackboard newspaper, holding chalk, and poking small dots and dotted lines on it. "We plan like this, this area can be painted with little Ding Dang's head. Of course, we have set aside a place to draw bamboo dragonflies. The next one, the body and the space are almost the same as the head. When you draw, you can draw a little smaller. " Little dots and dotted lines. After a while, I was so absorbed in my father's operation that I was surprised to see a piece of area on the blackboard that could be filled into each part of Xiaoding Dang. It seems that through simple decomposition, dad helped her to decompose the complicated pictures into simple parts! What a wonderful father! Xi Xi's eyes were shining and she looked at her father with adoration. "Do you see that?" Yang Yi turned her head and saw Xi Xi Xi's appearance. She knew that her strategy had been successful. He asked with a smile, "is this painting much simpler?" Xi Xi happily places a little head. However, there was no painting class nearby. Unlike Du Yuxi, Lan Xin and Nan Zhaoyu, who had seen her father's paintings since childhood, they were confused. They shook their heads in confusion and muttered, "I can't see it..." It's also true that these children don't know how to compose a picture. They don't know how to draw a complete shape step by step from the shape, the frame and the back. Naturally, there is no way to see Xiaoding Dang from Yang Yi's seemingly messy dots and curves. "It doesn't matter if you can't see it. When Xi Xi Xi draws it, you will see the effect." Yang Yi comforted them with a smile. Yang Yi moved over an empty table and said, "come on, Xi Xi, it's time for you to paint!" Xi Xi was eager to try, and some were not so confident. The little girl looked a little shy. Her hands were interwoven. She twisted in place and whispered: "Baba, do I draw myself?" "Yes, draw it yourself! But dad is watching and will guide you to draw it completely. Don't worry Yang Yi encouraged. "Hee hee, all right." Xi Xi heard her father said that she would guide herself next to her, and her confidence came back. She was smiling sweetly and actively stretched out two small arms. Usually she has to step on the stool to step on the table to draw. Now that her father is there, where does she need such trouble? I saw Yang Yi put out her arms, and the little girl, like a princess, was held in her arms and "flew" onto the table. www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
