2461: Yin Shaojie isn't an ordinary jealous person (1)

Yin Shaojie isn't an ordinary jealous person (1)

Because it was considered homework, mu Xiaoxiao nodded and said, " okay. &Quot;2

She put down her brush and was about to bend down to pick up the painting on the side.

The Fine Arts teacher saw this and stopped her. &Quot; I'll take it. Is this it? "

The other party was a teacher, after all, and mu Xiaoxiao still respected her teacher. She smiled and said, " I'll take it. By the way, teacher, do I have to hand this over? "

"You don't need to pay ..."

Before the Fine Arts teacher could finish speaking, mu Xiaoxiao happened to turn the painting over. When she held it in front of her, she was completely stunned.

"Mu ... Mu Xiaoxiao ... You ... You drew this? Did you really draw this?"

After the Fine Arts teacher finished asking, she even secretly gasped.

Mu Xiaoxiao didn't understand why her expression was so exaggerated. She nodded and said, " yeah. &Quot;

The Fine Arts teacher looked at the painting, then at her, her face full of disbelief.

&Quot; mu Xiaoxiao, did you ... Learn to draw when you were young? "

But even if he had learned to draw from a young age, it would still be difficult for him to draw such a spiritual painting.

Yes, spirituality!

Apart from being beautiful, the most important thing in a painting was its spirituality.

For example, when some people drew a bird, it was just a bird. However, when a person with spirituality drew it, the bird seemed to be so vivid that it could spread its wings and fly in the next second.

This was spirituality.

Even an art teacher didn't dare to say that she was intelligent. If she was, she wouldn't have just been an art teacher!

Upon hearing the teacher's question, mu Xiaoxiao shook her head and said, " no, I only learned it a few years ago. &Quot;

The Fine Arts teacher took in another deep breath. &Quot; how many years have you only been studying? "

This didn't make sense!

It was too unscientific!

The Fine Arts teacher looked at mu Xiaoxiao with an aggrieved expression.

Could this be the legendary talent?

Mu Xiaoxiao said a little embarrassedly, " I said I'll learn ... But I've never really learned it before. I only learned it in class before. Later, I came into contact with some artists and learned from them. &Quot;

When she first came into contact with oil painting, she liked painting quite a lot.

Her father saw that she liked it so much, so he found some artists to communicate with her.

During that period of time, she would go out to Write Life stories with the artists from time to time. The artists did not teach her anything, but they were more interested in discussing the meaning of painting with her.

They all said that painting was to draw according to one's heart.

Everyone's heart was different, so the painting reflected was different.

Every famous artist had their own style.

It was only later that mu Xiaoxiao found out that these artists were all famous figures in the painting world.

She reckoned that any name she mentioned would shock the Fine Arts teacher in front of her.

So she answered simply.

The Fine Arts teacher was deeply moved by her answer.

&Quot; I've been learning and teaching painting for so many years, but this is the first time I've met someone as talented as you ... &Quot;

It turned out that there really was such a thing as talent.

Mu Xiaoxiao didn't take the teacher's words seriously.

When she was in the United States, her painting teacher had also praised her like this, but she felt that American teachers were all like this. They would not be stingy in encouraging and praising their students.

She didn't think that it was a big deal that she drew well.

It was just a little better than the other students.

Mu Xiaoxiao smiled at the teacher and thanked her politely. &Quot; thank you for your praise, teacher. I will continue to work hard. &Quot;

The Fine Arts teacher looked at her painting and sighed. &Quot; this ... Oh my God, if this painting is taken to the competition, it might win a prize! &Quot;

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