It’s already summer vacation, and the door is still open in the school building of Xinmin Primary School. Zhong Yue stood in front of the school gate, and the decoration outside the teaching building was still the style of twenty years ago. The white old-fashioned ceramic tiles looked neat and beautiful.

This primary school brings together too many childhood memories. Zhong Yue even remembers that the two big locust trees in front of the teaching building were only as big as the bowl. Now six or seven years have passed, they have become much bigger and denser.

In the teaching building, the review teams coming from the county have almost arrived. Wang Dashan stood outside the school and asked, "Xiaoyue, are you okay? This is related to whether Xinmin Primary School can be opened."

"Uncle Shan, my help can only be temporary."

"Of course. The experts from the review team also said that they also tried to make things easier for the sake of their work. Otherwise, they would not be allowed to find someone and deal with things directly."

Zhong Yue nodded and walked into the classroom.

There were seven or eight people sitting below, some holding laptops, and some looking through their phones. When they saw someone walking in, they looked up and smiled: "Captain Wang, is this your art teacher at Xinmin Primary School? You are young enough."

Wang Dashan smiled embarrassedly, "Yes, Teacher Zhong took a sick leave before, so he asked Teacher Liu from our school to substitute."

The old man wearing a short-sleeved shirt held his glasses and smiled: "The teacher Liu used to be the leader in teaching mathematics, but when it comes to teaching art, he even draws a duck apple. Township Mayor Wang, tell me, why do we turn a blind eye? Now it will be fully developed. We know that the funds for rural primary schools like you are short of funds, but we cannot save teaching resources. If this young teacher Zhong is still unqualified, then I'm sorry, we will present this evaluation report truthfully."

"I understand."

The old man nodded, "Then Teacher Zhong, just show your skills."

Zhong Yue asked, "Draw whatever you want?" Elementary school art does not have much teaching content. As for art history, it is even more nonsense. Elementary school students can't recognize the word "completely". If you tell him the art history, it's just like a chicken or a duck. Teaching painting depends on the teacher's painting level.

"Well, just draw a little bit. But don't draw any rectangles, cubes fool us."

Zhong Yue picked up the chalk on one side and was ready to start.

Wang Dashan, who was beside him, took a sip of tea nervously and muttered in his heart, Ayue, Ayue, don’t make any trouble, otherwise he will become a sinner in the village.

There are also many teachers from our school standing by the window outside the classroom. Their school does not have professional art teachers, and in fact they don’t need any art teachers. As for children, drawing is to show their nature and draw whatever they want.

That's all, but dealing with these experts, this refusal to fool is simply a search for death.

A middle-aged teacher with gray hair frowned, "Zhong Yue? Isn't this a student from my class before?"

"Hey, Teacher Wang, you said that, it seems like yes. In those years, it seemed that we were the two of us. Zhong Yue is a child with talent. Later, he seemed to have been admitted to college. Now he counts his days and should be in his sophomore year. If he doesn't know how to do this person, he is..."

"Speak softly, you'll know if you ask later."

Zhong Yue took white chalk and began to outline the outline. The fine landscape painting was also divided into steps. The first thing was to outline the base picture on paper. What Zhong Yue wanted to draw was really taken from Xiaoheshan.

With Wang Ximeng's painting skills, Zhong Yue had no worries at all.

The rolling hills, the houses in the mountain streams, bamboo forests, and even some small bushes were outlined with chalk. With insight into the nine powers of the gods and men, Zhong Yue had the eighth of the chalk at hand, even the chalk with no pen tip at all seemed to be a brilliant brush, and in the continuous rotation and pause, he outlined lines of different thicknesses and different brush strokes.

Unlike Western oil paintings, the white drawing of fine brushwork and landscape also shows the foundation. The lines are revealed on the paper at the end of the painting, so the smoothness and thickness of the lines are very exquisite. Zhong Yue finished it in one go, picked up blue and green chalk, and mixed it with it.

Chalk is chalk after all, and it cannot perfectly interpret the true meaning of fine brushwork landscapes.

Zhong Yue turned his back to the expert group and did not see the jaw-dropping and wonderful expressions of the people below.

It's incredible!

Is this something you can draw with just a random drawing?

The expert members sitting behind can most feel that this masterpiece gradually presents the entire dynamic process of true appearance. A full blackboard, Zhong Yue actually treated the entire blackboard as a canvas!

Such a huge size, let alone chalk, even if you really use a brush to draw, a young painter without a certain amount of brushwork and control of the work cannot present it so confidently and complexly in such a short time.

The distant mountains, nearby fields, rural roads, trees, and sparsely visible birds. Even the scattered farmhouses are hidden in the peach forest. That's right, that's Zhong Yue's Yashe.

The elderly painter likes to do subtraction. If he wants to express the beautiful natural scenery of Xiaohe Mountain, he will definitely omit this place. However, Zhong Yue is not the case. What he thought was the same as Wang Ximeng's way of thinking, that was to separate the whole painting, and each place could become a scene independently.

With a little embellishment of the color, it was just a little colored among the towering green mountains and pink peach forests. Zhong Yue put down the chalk in his hand, turned around, and smiled and said, "Time is limited, it's a little rough. Please wait."

The old expert sitting below took a deep breath. This is called roughness? Then the art teachers there were scribbling in several experimental primary schools I had seen in the city before!

"Teacher Xiao Zhong is modest. This chalk painting is the only masterpiece I have seen in my life. It is really a talent. It is a pity that Teacher Xiao Zhong has the ability to live in Xinmin Primary School."

Zhong Yue smiled slightly, "You are seriously old."

Wang Dashan looked at the chalk painting on the blackboard. The scene was very familiar, it was the scenery of Xiaohe Mountain. If it weren't for Zhong Yue's painting on the spot, Wang Dashan wouldn't believe it if he hadn't been killed. This painting was painted by Zhong Yue. The teachers standing outside were also shocked.

Chalk, can it be used like this?

They looked at Zhong Yue and felt incredible.

The key is that he is not a painter!

Zhong Yue looked out the window, and the cold woman stood under the shade of the tree, like a ghost who could not stand the sun. The woman standing beside her was tall and wearing a sunglasses.

Zhong Yue approached Wang Dashan and said softly: "Uncle Shan, the music teacher is here."
Chapter completed!