Chapter 12: Teacher Tang Got Angry.

  Watching two daughters acting silly at the door, their mother quickly ushered in Teacher Tang and led her to the inner room, telling Zhang Qing to go in and pay respects.

  Mr. Tang looked at Zhang Qing and said, "Let me take a look at the paintings you drew before."

  Zhang Qing blinked her eyes and looked at her mother with difficulty: "Mom, I don't have any paintings at home. The art teacher in school didn't give us any."

  Upon hearing this, Zhang Yue hastily walked in and said to Teacher Tang: "Teacher, my younger sister usually likes to paint, but she doesn't keep them. Look, the cabinet at home, the wall, and even the refrigerator are all her paintings."

  Mr. Tang listened to the two girls' words, couldn't help but twitched his mouth corners, stood up and walked around the room, his mouth corners obviously curved a lot more. Then he turned around and said to Little Tail Zhang Qing who was following behind him: "I can tell you're a kid who likes painting, although there's no foundation, but having interest is a good thing. Don't apprentice yet, follow me to paint for a while, let me see if you have potential, then we'll talk."

  From then on, every week, twice a week, Teacher Tang would come to their home punctually and teach Zhang Qing to paint.

  At the beginning, Teacher Tang did not follow the traditional convention of letting Zhang Qing draw sketches, but instead found a children's cartoon simple drawing book for Zhang Qing to practice white drawing. In the teacher's words, first and foremost, it was about interest, and incidentally, practicing lines. During that period, home became a disaster zone, with discarded paper everywhere, and Zhang Qing's sketchbooks scattered all over the place. It wasn't until one day when her mother scolded her severely, telling her that if she saw her things scattered around again, she would throw them down from the sixth floor! Only then did she slightly tidy up.

  After two months of practice, Zhang Qing's level had improved significantly. To say the least, painting small cats and dogs, or a little pig wearing a Hawaiian skirt was effortless, just a few strokes and it was vividly lifelike. Under Zheng Xiaohui's enthusiastic promotion, having one of Zhang Qing's paintings became a delightful thing in class again. And Little Zhang Qing suddenly had a feeling of being the center of attention, laughing every day with her eyes shining brightly.

  One evening, Teacher Tang severely criticized Zhang Qing, but no one knew what was said.

  That day, Teacher Tang wanted to check Zhang Qing's homework. Zhang Qing handed over the "works" she had promised to other children. When handing them over to the teacher, her face was full of pride, and her expression clearly read: "Praise me! Praise me quickly!"

  While Teacher Tang looked at the stack of drawings, her eyes flashed with anger that she couldn't hide. Seeing this scene, Zhang Yue immediately knew that her sister was in trouble! But before she could warn her sister, Teacher Tang directly called Zhang Qing into the house and closed the door. Zhang Yue quickly pressed herself against the gap under the door to peek inside, even her mother couldn't help but lean over, wondering what their little one had done wrong to make the teacher so angry.

  Alas, cultured people are indeed cultured people, they don't even raise their voices when scolding. The room was really small, but just a few steps away, everyone still couldn't hear what the teacher said clearly. All that could be seen was him speaking in a stern voice, Zhang Qing's face turning bright red, her eyes welling up with tears, as she nodded vigorously. That evening, Teacher Tang didn't give Zhang Qing a lesson, but instead took out a piece of white paper and drew several straight lines and curved lines on it, asking Zhang Qing to copy them.

  That evening, Teacher Tang left later than usual. Before leaving, he called Mom into the house and said that Zhang Qing could be accepted as his apprentice. No need for any ceremony, just a bow would do, but once she became his apprentice, he would have to show his teacher's demeanor and would be very strict with Zhang Qing in the future, not relaxing because of her young age, let the family consider it.

  What's there to consider? It's a great opportunity! Mother agreed on the spot and immediately pulled Zhang Qing to pay respects as a disciple. Teacher Tang taught Zhang Qing the etiquette, then told her that from now on, she wouldn't need to draw simple sketches anymore, starting today, she would draw lines, and when she could draw like the teacher, she could learn other things.

  After listening to the teacher's painting, Zhang Yue's first thought was Da Vinci's egg painting. It seems that legends are also true! This painting really needs to start from the basics.

  Digression

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