"We're from the program team of Yearning for Life. We'll be filming in your village for many days in the future.”
"I didn't see you children in the village, so I specially came to school to give you gifts!”
Mr. He waved the snacks and toys in his hand and said to Mengmeng.
Peng Peng, Reba, and the others also looked at Meng Meng with smiles. In their eyes, no matter how good Meng Meng was at painting, she was just a child.
Having grown up in a remote village, they must be very excited about these snacks and toys!
"Are these toys more interesting than drawing?”
Meng Meng looked at the toys and snacks calmly and asked.
It could be seen from her eyes that she was really not interested in the gifts brought by the Mushroom House program team!
"This…"
"These snacks are delicious. Don't you want to eat them?”
Peng Peng looked at the indifferent Mengmeng and asked speechlessly.
He had never seen such a strange child!
"His child is an oil painting genius. He's not as shallow as you, Peng Peng. All he knows is to eat!”
"Little friend, let me ask you, how many years have you been learning painting?”
"Which teacher taught you oil painting?”
Ms. Huang finally asked the question in her heart.
As someone who knew a thing or two about oil painting, he understood more than anyone else the painting skills that Mengmeng had displayed in that painting!
Therefore, he was very curious about how many years of hard work and how much talent did Mengmeng need to reach her current level of oil painting?
Hearing that these people were recording a program and had brought gifts to school, Meng Meng became friendly.
Faced with Teacher Huang's question, she raised her head innocently and began to count the number of paintings she had learned over the years.
Looking at Mengmeng counting with her fingers, everyone started to look forward to it.
Without a doubt, they were all very curious to know how many years Mengmeng had studied painting!
However, what made everyone speechless was that Meng Meng suddenly stopped after bending a finger.
"What does this mean? Could it be that the little girl only knows one number?”
"Is he a genius in painting and an idiot in mathematics?”
Peng Peng was confused.
"Nonsense, the young lady is sensible now. If you spout nonsense like this, be careful that her parents will find you!”
"The little girl is so cute and smart. How could it be like what you said!”
Mr. He gently patted Peng Peng, signaling him not to speak nonsense.
Even his sister tugged at Peng Peng, feeling that his words were too rash.
"One finger should represent ten years!”
"I didn't expect the little girl to have such perseverance and perseverance to persevere in learning painting for ten years!”
"Ten years. Little girl, you're only thirteen or fourteen years old, right?”
"He started learning painting when he was three or four years old. He didn't waste his talent, and to be able to have his current painting attainments, he's indeed amazing!”
"Impressive!"
Teacher Huang looked at Mengmeng's fingers and couldn't help but sigh.
Based on his appreciation of Mengmeng's oil painting, if she could achieve that in ten years, then Mengmeng's talent was extraordinary!
However, Meng Meng couldn't help but roll her eyes when she heard their conversation.
Learning to draw for ten years?
Learning to draw at the age of three or four?
How could there be such conditions in the village?
He was still wearing open-crotch pants at that time!
"You must have misunderstood…I mean, I've been learning how to draw for a year!”
Meng Meng could not help but explain.
Although she was a child from Manyuan Village, she had only just arrived at school and had studied with Ian for a year.
In the past, she went to school in the city with her parents who worked outside. However, because the cost was too high, she took the initiative to go back to the village to study.
But now, Mengmeng was very glad that she had made this decision. Because she had met such a good teacher here, Teacher Su, who had let her know the joy of learning and come into contact with painting!
"Learn painting for a year?"
Hearing Mengmeng's answer, everyone was stunned!
Reba even opened her mouth in disbelief and looked at Mengmeng with a dazed and adorable gaze.
Based on Mengmeng's oil painting, no one would believe that she had only learned painting for a year!
Even if it was twenty years, no one would doubt it. They would even praise him for his talent!
"Little kid, it's not a good child to lie!”
"Tell me, are you really only going to learn how to draw for a year?”
Huang Lei looked at Mengmeng and asked hurriedly.
"Of course, to be precise, it's only been a year!”
"If you don't believe me, you can ask Teacher Su. He can testify!”
"Besides, all my painting knowledge was taught by Teacher Ian!”
Meng Meng looked at everyone and said.
After hearing Mengmeng's words, everyone looked at each other in shock!
If what Mengmeng said was true, then this was too shocking!
They had absolute reason to believe that they had discovered a genius in oil painting just by recording a program.
If Meng Meng was released and properly nurtured, she would definitely be able to take on the role of a pillar in the future oil painting industry in Xia country!
In fact, Teacher Huang and Teacher He were both thinking about whether they should sponsor Mengmeng to study painting outside.
He couldn't possibly let Mengmeng waste such a terrifying talent in this small village, right?
"Little friend, we definitely believe you!”
"However, we came here to visit your teachers!”
"I wonder if you can bring us there?”
Teacher He reached out and patted Mengmeng's head before speaking gently.
"When I came out to paint just now, Teacher Su was in the room tutoring Xiao Liang with his homework.”
"I'll bring you guys over to take a look!"
After Meng Meng finished speaking, she packed her things and led everyone into the wooden house.
However, when they reached the wooden house, they were a little disappointed.
Because in this room, there was only a chubby child lying on the table, calculating something on a draft paper. There was no sign of the teacher.
"Liang, where's Teacher Su?"
Meng Meng looked around and asked.
"It's almost noon. Teacher Su went down the mountain to pick vegetables and prepare lunch for us!”
The chubby Xiao Liang didn't even turn his head. He was still lying on the table calculating and said absent-mindedly.
However, when Teacher He, Teacher Huang, and the others heard Xiao Liang's answer, they were filled with respect!
They didn't expect that the teachers here not only had to teach the students, but they also had to take the time to prepare lunch for the students. This was too tiring!
"Little kid, since your teacher has gone to pick vegetables and no one is helping you with your homework, let me help you!”
Peng Peng said as he looked at the eight or nine-year-old chubby Little Liang.
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