Meng Chencheng soon found Zhou Tianyao's figure among the onlookers.

Who made his natural curly hair look like an angel in a fairy tale book, which impressed the little girl very deeply?

Zhou Tianyao, carrying a blue schoolbag, stood seriously behind a brother who was painting, and looked at the unfinished painting on the easel with his eyes meticulously.

Since she discovered him, the little girl tiptoed over just because she knew that he didn't like being harassed.

Meng Chenjun frowned when he saw his sister's movements. Zhu Lingling set out next to him and followed the little girl, curious about what mysterious Zhou Tianyao was, which could actually make the little girl think about it.

Gu Tianpeng raised his eyebrows in displeasure and said to the little girl walking in front of him: "There are so many people there, are you going up and squeezed? I'll just call him out."

Meng Chencheng hurriedly turned around and put his finger on his lips and sweared: Don't wake him up.

"I want to peek at him and see what he is right?" Gu Tianpeng seemed to have noticed her little thoughts and said in line with her movements, "I also want to see what he is fascinated by. When I just ran to find you, I saw him standing here. Now he is still standing here, not moving. He is almost turning into a statue."

Leilei, who listened to his brother and the others, turned his little head and asked his mother, "Don't move?"

Why is my brother still moving here?

"Because a painter needs to immerse himself in his own world, and concentration can allow him to create works that make him feel more satisfied. For example, when you play with Xiao Gu, do you like to be alone and quiet?" Ning Yunxi gave his son a simple and easy-to-understand example.

When a few kids of a few years old heard Teacher Ning’s explanation, they immediately understood something and said, “I like it.”

Yes, people always unconsciously inject their whole body and mind into what they like.

"So, we must find the major we like, seriously and hard-working, study and create." Ning Yunxi said, touching the little heads of several children.

Leilei decided to follow his aunt to see others' paintings. Meng Chenyi opened the way for a few kids. There were indeed many people in front of him, and it was very crowded. Many people gathered next to the painter Zhou Tianyao looked at. The layers of people were enough to show that the young painter was so popular that it was beyond the comparison of other painters around him.

"That one must be the best painted." Grandpa Xiangxiang, who was raising his foot and hugging his granddaughter to watch the fun together.

"Is it necessary to say, stinky old man. There are the most people watching there. There are not as many others as him." Grandma Xiaogu nagged, but she did not fall behind, and followed Grandpa Xiangxiang all the way.

Ning Yunxi was not in a hurry to squeeze in that place with others.

There are many students who paint here. Perhaps the student with the largest number of people is the best. But she is a teacher and her ideas are different from those of ordinary audiences. The teacher always believes that top students and poor students have their own advantages. When drawing, we should pay attention to individual art.

The student who painted the same person may have his own advantages. She is the teacher who wants to see these things. Because like Van Gogh, he was not even admired by paintings when he was alive.

Grandpa Xiangxiang and Grandma Xiaogu soon discovered that Teacher Ning did not follow the army. The two old men looked at each other in surprise:
Chapter completed!