Su Qingluan sat slumped in a chair in the main hall of Mu Xing's house in a very ungraceful manner, like a salted fish that had lost its dreams.
Mu Xingzhi looked at Su Qingluan's face, which looked like she had lost all hope in life, and couldn't help but laugh: "Teaching is hard work, little 'teacher'."
"It's not a question of whether it's hard or not..." Su Qingluan's chubby face wrinkled into a bun. "Rather than being tired, I just feel that it's really hard to make people understand me!"
Many common words in sketching, such as perspective and proportion, are occasionally used by Su Qingluan in non-sketch environments when speaking in modern times. These are actually not uncommon words for modern people.
It’s better to say that these words are very common, so common that even though they appear frequently, they do not need special explanation and everyone can basically understand their meaning.
But the more "commonplace" such abstract concepts are, the more difficult it is to explain.
If it is a unique item, Su Qingluan can just take this item - such as preserved eggs - to everyone and tell everyone the corresponding name.
However, when we say "proportion", modern people can immediately understand what it means, but for ancient people - especially in an era when the same word often has different meanings - it is quite difficult to explain.
It just so happened that these tiny "common high-frequency words" were interspersed in every step of teaching, and Su Qingluan felt extremely tired.
However, although his "students" had passed Mu Xingzhi's screening and were obedient and respectful to him - at least on the surface, they definitely did not have Mu Xingzhi's ability to "understand the elegant meaning by hearing the music". Instead, they often asked Su Qingluan to repeat a sentence over and over again.
Unfortunately, many common conceptual questions are both commonplace and abstract. Su Qingluan's last sketching class was at least a decade ago. Ask her to draw, and she'll pick it up. After all, she knows the basics, and the rest is just practice.
However, in the initial "basic skills" stage, if you want to omit common nouns, you have to explain them over and over again using easy-to-understand language and examples, which greatly increases the workload and difficulty of the work.
In fact, Mu Xingzhi was not studying with others. To be more precise, she was Su Qingluan's "trial teaching partner" - she explained it to Mu Xingzhi, and Mu Xingzhi asked her to write down the possible problems. Su Qingluan would go back and figure out how to explain it in words that everyone could understand.
The standard for explaining something clearly is to make sure Song Bo can understand it.
According to the frequency of sketching classes in her previous life, sketching classes were typically held once a week. However, in this era, there was no concept of "week," only "ten-day periods." Furthermore, people learned sketching not to cultivate their sentiments but for practical application. Therefore, Su Qingluan scheduled her classes on days that were multiples of "five," meaning the fifth, tenth, and fifteenth day of each month... and so on.
The result is that in the past half month, Su Qingluan has been "tortured" four times and is exhausted both physically and mentally.
Song Bo looked at the miserable pile of "homework" on the table next to Su Qingluan, frowned in disdain, and asked uncertainly, "How long will it take for them to finish their apprenticeship at this rate?"
Su Qingluan looked at the pile... Never mind, she closed her eyes and said, "Although this doesn't require extraordinary talent, it's not completely unselective either - a certain degree of talent and absolute diligence are required. They're just starting out."
While the story of Leonardo da Vinci painting an egg is fictional, it does illustrate that sketching requires extensive practice. Furthermore, this group of people doesn't need any artistic accomplishments or pursuits, only practicality, so they don't need extensive aesthetic training; they simply pursue "lifelike" results.
Even so, being able to make the fake look real requires a lot of hard practice.
Su Qingluan took a sip of tea, ate a piece of snack to fill her stomach, and began to correct homework.
Since these people were all novices among novices, both Su Qingluan herself and her former classmates had made the same mistakes countless times, so she only needed to take a quick glance to know where the problem lay.
So in the blank space, Su Qingluan first wrote down the cause of the problem, and then wrote down different solutions as a reference.
After finishing these seven "homeworks", it was already noon.
Su Qingluan sorted out the "homework" and handed it to Song Bo, who would distribute it to those people.
After returning from Mu Xingzhi, Su Qingluan originally wanted to go back to her room and relax, but she didn't expect that her father and mother had already returned.
"Daya, someone dressed very neatly just came to see you. Since you weren't around, they left a letter for you!" Yang pointed in the direction of Su Qingluan's room. "I've put it in your own room. Go take a look!"
What Yang meant by "dressing neatly" were people who dressed more decently than ordinary people.
Seeing that there was no gossipy expression on Yang's face, Su Qingluan knew that the person who came to deliver the letter was most likely a little girl or a middle-aged man.
If it was "Hongfulou", the waiters there all wore the same style of shorts embroidered with the words and patterns of Hongfulou, and Yang would be able to recognize it.
But if it weren’t for “Hongfu Building”…
Su Qingluan's heart moved and she calculated the days: Could it be... ?
When Su Xuanhe and Su Xueyan heard that their elder sister had returned, they came over as usual to ask if she had a hard day - they both knew that Su Qingluan needed to teach others to "paint".
At this time, rubbing the brother's head and pinching the sister's cheeks are very healing things. But today, Su Qingluan didn't have any thoughts. She just smiled and told them: "Sister has some things to do. I will come to play with you later, okay?"
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