Chapter 74 Chapter 74 King of Rolls Dad 16
The harmonious scene of loving father and filial daughter continued until they left the hotel for the set. Rong Yi said, "Zhuozhuo, how about playing with Sister Xiao Zhang in the hotel today?"
"No!" Zhuozhuo answered firmly, clenched his little fists, and looked at Rong Yi angrily.
Rong Yi softened his voice, "Zhuozhuo, please listen to Daddy's reasons first, okay?"
"Hmph, go ahead, Dad." Zhuozhuo was very emotional, but still gave his old father a chance to explain.
Rong Yi couldn't help but laugh, but luckily he managed to hide it by moving his lips. "Zhuozhuo is three years old this year, right? Three-year-old babies go to kindergarten and study and play with lots of other kids your age."
Seeing Zhuozhuo's mouth hanging open in confusion, Rong Yi gave an example. "If another kid says one, two, three, does Zhuozhuo know what to say next?"
"One, two, three, get ready!" Zhuozhuo said in a baby voice, and stood up and made a posture ready to start running, looking at Rong Yi proudly.
Rong Yi was touched by the cuteness. "Baby, that's awesome. What about when other kids say one, two, three, four, five? How is Zhuozhuo supposed to respond?"
"Zhuozhuo would say, 'I don't understand. What are you saying? Please say it again.'"
"Yes, but we can say other things. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, or go up the mountain to fight the tiger."
"Why? Sixty or seventy? Fighting a tiger?"
In her old world, Zhuozhuo had briefly learned counting and nursery rhymes, but as her condition worsened, she lost the energy to study them, and gradually forgot what she had learned. Now, when she recalls these things, her mind is blank, and her eyes are filled with clear stupidity.
Rong Yi turned on the children's song channel and played a number song and a jingle. He then took out an electronic piano and showed Zhuo Zhuo how to play it. Once Zhuo Zhuo was captivated, he pressed the audio chart, and a rooster's crowed came through, followed by a pleasant female voice saying, "Rooster."
Zhuozhuo opened his eyes wide, "Dad!" Children who grew up in the city had never seen a live rooster or heard a rooster crow.
Rong Yi pointed at the tiger and said, "This is a tiger, and its cry is, roar!" He pressed the tiger, and sure enough, it let out a roar of "roar", followed by "tiger".
Rong Yi's voice overlapped with a female voice, which seemed magical to the children.
Zhuozhuo's eyes sparkled as he looked at Rong Yi, then at the painting. He reached out and pressed the big black dog. Rong Yi's voice overlapped with the voice of the painting, "Woof woof! Dog."
Zhuozhuo pressed the orange cat, a familiar one, and followed suit, "Meow, cat."
As expected, just as the dubbing had shown, Zhuozhuo excitedly threw himself into Rong Yi's arms, "Dad, Zhuozhuo knows!"
"Zhuozhuo is amazing." Zhuozhuo's interest was successfully piqued. Rong Yi took out a poster with audio of poetry and pointed at the big white goose and said, "Geese, geese, geese, singing with their necks curved to the sky..." After reciting the poem, Rong Yi pressed the big white goose, and the dubbing content was the same as what he said.
Zhuozhuo looked at Rong Yi with admiration and clapped his hands like a seal, "Dad is awesome!"
"Zhuozhuo can do it too." Rong Yi finally stated his purpose, "As long as Zhuozhuo spends some time to memorize this information, he can teach other children how to play."
"Can you teach daddy?" For the moment, no child could make Zhuozhuo immediately remember or feel what Rong Yi said, but she wanted to teach her daddy.
Rong Yi smiled and said, "Sure." He immediately had a new plan, "Zhuozhuo, when dad comes back in the evening, can you teach dad these?" He pointed to the first ten numbers, ten colors, five simple Chinese characters and a nursery rhyme.
"Okay!" Zhuozhuo was completely unaware of Rong Yi's sinister intentions. Holding the four posters, he declared, "I'll teach Dad everything."
"That's great, Dad is really looking forward to it, come on, Zhuozhuo."
After easily setting a learning goal for Zhuozhuo, Rong Yi left the hotel with a great sense of accomplishment. This time, Zhuozhuo not only did not stop him, but also waved goodbye to him.
After closing the door, Zhuozhuo looked at Zhang Qi with full enthusiasm, "Sister Zhang, Zhuozhuo needs to study!" After that, he sat on the carpet and pressed the talking chart one by one, and took the initiative to read along with the dubbing. His serious look was so adorable.
Zhang Qi watched, finally understanding why Rong Yi had asked her to bring all the packages she'd received from home before leaving for the airport last night. It turned out they were all the school supplies he'd bought for Zhuozhuo! There were a full eighteen packages, and it was said that was only a portion; more packages were still on their way.
Mo Mo lit a candle for Zhuo Zhuo. Zhang Qi also sat over and pointed at the color red she was studying and said, "Zhuo Zhuo, look, what else is red?"
Zhuozhuo looked up, looked around, and pointed at the socks on her feet. There were two red cherries embroidered on them. "Red!"
"Yes, that's great." Zhang Qi clapped his hands. "Anything else?"
Zhuozhuo pointed at the Rubik's Cube and said, "Red." After Zhang Qi praised her, she turned the Rubik's Cube over and said, "Green! Yellow! Blue! White! Orange!"
"That's great, baby Zhuozhuo!" Zhang Qi praised her profusely. Seeing that Zhuozhuo had learned the exercises, she made them more difficult. After just one morning, Zhuozhuo could fluently recite 100 numbers, recognize numbers within ten, and even sing "Two Tigers."
During lunch, Zhuozhuo couldn't wait to show it to Rong Yi, but unfortunately Rong Yi was so busy that he didn't even have time for lunch break. After a few hurried words, he made an appointment with Zhuozhuo to watch it in the evening.
In the afternoon, Zhuozhuo couldn't sit still anymore and didn't want to study anymore, so Zhang Qi took her to play games in the small garden. They chased each other, and soon Zhuozhuo was exhausted. She fell asleep in Zhang Qi's arms before even returning to her room.
After waking up from a nap, Zhang Qi thought she could learn something new before dinner. She took out her painting and realized Zhuozhuo had forgotten most of what he had learned that morning. But after she taught him again, Zhuozhuo remembered everything again.
As a result, Zhang Qi stopped teaching new ones and let Zhuozhuo play with the toys by himself.
Zhuozhuo pulled out a large box of watercolor pens from a pile of toys, asked Zhang Qi to open it, and then started painting with the pens.
The noisy environment suddenly quieted down. Zhang Qi leaned back on the sofa, occasionally looking up at Zhuozhuo. Time slipped by quietly, and the smart lights in the room automatically lit up. At 5:30, Zhang Qi walked over to ask Zhuozhuo what he wanted to eat. Looking down, he found a lifelike rooster on the floor.
Zhang Qi was extremely surprised. "Zhuozhuo, did you draw this?"
Zhuozhuo pointed at the big rooster on the wall chart and said, "Zhuozhuo draw this."
"Yes, Zhuozhuo's painting is the big rooster on the wall painting. It looks so beautiful, exactly the same. Zhuozhuo is so amazing, so great!" Zhang Qi squatted down and hugged Zhuozhuo, praising him crazily, took out his mobile phone to take pictures, and sent them to Rong Yi and the small work group.
Rong Yi and Guo Xuezhong were probably busy, but Wang Yuhe was the first to reply: "Did Zhuozhu really draw this? That's amazing, my baby!"
Zhang Qi was so excited that he couldn't wait to type and started texting, "Zhuozhuo drew this herself. I was leaning on the sofa playing with my phone, and she was sitting on the carpet playing with watercolor pens. She didn't say a word for a long time. I went to ask Zhuozhuo if she had dinner, and I found out she had drawn a big rooster, based on a rooster on a poster!"
Whoosh, send.
"Ahhh, he drew it right under my nose. I thought Zhuozhuo was just drawing random lines and circles!" Zhang Qi felt like he had missed out on 100 million.
Zhuozhuo was encouraged by Zhang Qi's surprise and delight. After dinner, he followed suit and drew a tiger. This took him over an hour, which greatly comforted Zhang Qi, who had expected Zhuozhuo to cry out for his father when it got dark.
When Rong Yi returned, he found the room so quiet that he thought Zhuo Zhuo was asleep. He quietly entered and found Zhuo Zhuo hunched over the table, drawing. He remembered the giant rooster Zhang Qi had given him, and curiously walked over to see a large, colorful tiger lying on the table.
The brushstrokes are immature, but they capture the spirit, and at first glance the domineering power of the king of the forest is revealed.
Zhuozhuo was so engrossed in painting patterns on the tiger's tail that she didn't notice Rong Yi coming back. Zhang Qi gestured for Rong Yi to look at the large rooster on the floor, which she hadn't bothered to wipe off and had even moved the carpet and toys out of the way.
The large red rooster stood out against the floor. Rong Yi walked over to look at it for a moment, then squatted down and gently touched it. A touch of joy welled up in his heart, along with a hint of regret. This was Zhuozhuo's first time drawing, and he hadn't been able to see it firsthand.
Rong Yi pulled out his phone and filmed the rooster from all angles, employing his lifelong photography skills, including every possible close-up shot. He also noticed the rooster's colors were incredibly detailed, using five shades of red alone. Zhuozhuo was truly a genius.
The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. Rong Yi contacted the hotel directly and asked to remove the wooden boards with paintings and take them away.
Zhang Qi: “…”
We don't have to be so excited, right?
Rong Yi, who was very excited, finished his phone call and tiptoed to Zhuo Zhuo's side, holding up his phone to film her painting process. Suddenly, Zhuo Zhuo and Rong Yi looked at each other in the camera. She blinked and stood up happily, "Dad!"
"Hey, Zhuozhuo." Rong Yi put down his phone and hugged Zhuozhuo who rushed over to him. She held his neck close to him for a long time before letting go.
"Dad, look at the big tiger!" Zhuozhuo put one arm around Rong Yi's neck and pointed at the tiger on the table with one hand, saying proudly, "Zhuozhuo drew this."
"Wow, that's amazing! Zhuozhuo is the smartest kid Dad has ever seen." Rong Yi squatted down and watched with Zhuozhuo, praising him one after another. If Zhuozhuo had a tail, it would have been raised to the sky.
9972 was proud and proud to think that when Zhuozhuo first learned to paint, his talent was praised by countless masters of traditional Chinese painting. After three years of study, he began to show some success. Although he had forgotten it all now, some instinct still influenced him. It was only natural that his paintings of roosters and tigers were admired by adults.
After watching Zhuozhuo finish the last bit of the painting, Rong Yi carefully put it away. Turning around, he saw Zhuozhuo had already spread out two new sheets of white paper. He smiled and said, "Zhuozhuo, it's already nine o'clock. It's time to take a shower and go to bed. Can we finish the painting tomorrow?"
"I won't sleep. Zhuozhuo will teach dad how to draw!" Zhuozhuo's attitude was very firm.
Rong Yi suddenly remembered the words he had used to coax others to study during the day. He slapped his forehead and said, "Dad forgot our appointment this morning. I'm sorry."
"Zhuozhuo forgives Daddy." As long as you admit your mistakes with a good attitude, Zhuozhuo is easy to talk to. She pointed to a large stack of paintings and said proudly, "What do you want to draw, Daddy?"
"Zhaozhuo can draw all these? That's amazing. But Daddy has never learned to draw, so he won't be able to draw well the first time. How about choosing a simple one?" Rong Yi didn't just choose a simple pattern to fool Zhuzhuo, but discussed it with her seriously.
"all right."
"Thank you, Zhuozhuo." The patterns on the posters of animals, colors, fruits and vegetables are all real photos, and the patterns on the pinyin Chinese characters posters are exquisite paintings. In the end, Rong Yi chose a cartoon duck pattern on the digital poster.
There is no change in light and shadow, nor in color depth, it is super simple.
Zhuozhuo observed the duckling for a while, found the corresponding color from the pen holder and gave it to Rong Yi, while he used a similar color himself. "Dad, follow me and draw."
"Wait, Dad." Rong Yi placed the phone on the stand, adjusted the position and started recording. "You can start Zhuo Zhuo now."
"good."
Zhuozhuo grasped the pen and, with a few seemingly casual strokes, sketched the shape of a duckling on the paper, practically a scaled-up replica of the painting. Rong Yijiang, witnessing this, sighed deeply. He checked the camera lens to confirm everything was captured before picking up the pen and beginning to draw.
When Rong Yi was little, he'd heard his teacher mock students with ugly handwriting, saying, "Your hands are as clumsy as your feet." Now, he felt like his hands were just like his feet. He'd been drawing from a pattern, aiming for smooth, flowing curves, but the finished product was disproportionate, bumpy, and monstrous.
Zhuozhuo, who also witnessed the whole process, tilted his head with confusion in his eyes, "Dad?" Why did you draw it like this?
Rong Yi didn't think it was a big deal at first, but when Zhuozhuo looked at him like that, his fatherly dignity came out. He picked up another piece of paper and said stubbornly, "Dad's hands were a little shaky just now. Draw a new one."
Even if he drew ten more, it still wouldn't be good enough. Rong Yi shook his hands, reaching new heights, each time bringing a new feeling. At the end, Rong Yi challenged the duckling, gripping the brush tightly and drawing a sharp-edged, unidentified object.
"Dad." Zhuozhuo couldn't bear it anymore, so he stood up and snuggled into Rong Yi's arms. He held his right hand with his two little hands and led him to draw.
I have to say, Zhuozhuo's hands were incredibly steady. Even with Rong Yi, he managed to draw a smooth curve. In less than three minutes, a proportionally enlarged duckling appeared on the paper. Zhuozhuo imitated Rong Yi, clapping his hands and praising him, "Daddy is amazing! The drawing is so realistic. Let's color it."
Rong Yi: “…”
Zhuozhuo demonstrated by painting his duck's beak brown, then stared at Rong Yi nervously, worried that he wouldn't be able to do it right. Rong Yi also became nervous for a moment and carefully filled in the color.
"Dad is awesome! He didn't smear it outside!"
Rong Yi: “…”
Don't praise the baby.
After painting the remaining three colors, a little duck was complete, and Zhuozhuo jumped up with joy. He didn't know if it was Rong Yi's imagination, but his happiness was mixed with the sense of relief of "finally finishing teaching this poor student."
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