Chapter 42 Did this woman eat the printer?
Facing the little girl's expectant eyes, Director Chu said that it would be almost there.
A few lines were cued, briefly introducing the owner of the batik workshop, Ms. Deng Banlian, who was only 40 years old.
Amid the applause of the guests, everyone's eyes were focused on the inner door.
Soon, a figure appeared in sight.
The woman was wearing a blue tie-dyed cheongsam.
The clear sky blue is mixed with light white, and there is an exquisite pattern of a hummingbird smelling flowers on the left waist of the cheongsam, which is lifelike.
[You said the boss is forty this year?! He looks less than thirty, Tian Bodhisattva [surprised].]
Yes, yes, the boss is so charming. Living a slow life in the ancient village really doesn't seem to age.
[Just now I was thinking, these tie-dye clothes are so pretty, can I dream of the guests wearing these clothes?]
[Me too! Did you hear that, production team? My brother is giving you some advice!]
[Did you hear that, production team? My brother is giving you some advice.]
[Did you hear that, production team? My brother is giving you some advice.]
…
The proposal was so popular that netizens copied and typed the words on the public screen.
If Director Chu had time to read the comments at this moment, he would definitely be very proud and arrogant.
Old Chu has also thought of everything you can think of.
The package is good.
"Ms. Deng is our teacher for this intangible cultural heritage experience. We will learn about tie-dyeing and batik from her and learn how to do it."
"Also," Director Chu added in an enigmatic tone, "Everyone should listen carefully in class and respect classroom rules."
Listen carefully?
A few words flashed through his mind, and Xu Wanci asked with a half-smile, "There won't be an exam or a quiz at the end, right?"
Hearing this, the guests looked at each other and then at the director.
Chu Feng, who was the focus of attention, just smiled and said nothing.
This reaction...is most likely correct.
When he heard about the exam, Luo Yu'an felt overwhelmed.
This is what he is worst at. How many sports students can take exams and remember things?
The director didn't deny it and was stunned for a moment. Xu Wanci is a prophet. He's going to be stabbed by the production team tonight [dog head].
Luo Yu'an's expression is hilarious. In just a few seconds, he experiences suspicion, shock, despair, and hopelessness. I suggest it be included in Beijing Film Academy's teaching materials.
Let's let a bunch of kids who don't even have a kindergarten diploma experience the hardship of learning in advance [shit yellow stripe evil smile].
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Teacher Deng led everyone into the inner room.
What caught my eye was two large tables put together, a total of six tables, on which were placed various scattered tools, including wax melting furnaces, large and small wax knives, brushes, etc.
On the left is a separate workbench, with its longest side facing the six tables, which is obviously where the teacher stands.
On the wooden wall on the right are batik works of various patterns framed in wooden frames.
Flowers, animals, complex geometries, landscapes and figures are all lifelike and magnificent.
Luo Yuchen tilted his head back to look at the work and exclaimed, "Teacher Deng, did you make all of these? That's amazing!"
It resonated with a group of little kids.
After careful appreciation, the five groups of guests split into three groups and sat at the big table.
Xu Wanci and his mother sat together with Su Qingge and his mother, Ji Wan and his daughter sat together with Luo Yu'an and his father, and Bai Qingqing and Qin Sheng sat at a table alone.
[Are the other guests trying to exclude Qingqing and Shengsheng? Why isn't anyone sitting with them? [Frowns.]]
How did the production team arrange for them to sit at a separate table? What did others think?
[[Scratching his head] What else can I think? Two groups of guests at one big table, so of the five groups of guests, one group must have a table to themselves.]
[Then why are Qingqing and the others sitting at a separate table, and not Xu Wanci or anyone else?]
"Are you okay? Are you okay? Isn't it nice to have such a big table all to yourself? And your auntie wasn't the first or last to sit down."
"Batik can be divided into five major steps: melting wax, applying wax, dyeing, and removing wax..."
Teacher Deng’s small classroom has started.
The cute babies below had different expressions, and before long, some of them began to lose their spirits.
Luo Yuchen glanced at the teacher in front from time to time, and turned back to look at the works on the wall behind him from time to time, twisting his butt back and forth as if he had teeth.
Luo Yu'an, who was sitting next to him, saw this and a few black lines slid down his forehead. He held his son's head with both hands and turned back with a click.
【Luo Yuchen is simply acting like I'm in class. 】
[Hahahahahahahaha it's over, our baby Yuchen has no concentration, what will we do when he goes to elementary school?]
[Baby Huaiyue is so serious, staring at the teacher without blinking, it makes her heart melt.]
[Baby Jiang Yan has a very straight back, a textbook-level sitting posture [covering eyes and laughing].]
[I feel like Yanyan is the type of student who is particularly liked by teachers. I am a sapiosexual. Zizi, please marry me [chin in hand][chin in hand].]
[Who says there's no punishment, my friend?]
[Wow?! Is this a demon spirit? There's a bad woman here who looks like a BT.]
“Let’s start with the first two steps, melting the wax and lighting the wax.”
After that, Teacher Deng took out a piece of white cloth and explained and demonstrated it to everyone step by step.
After the presentation, it is time for the guests to operate on their own.
Each group of guests received two A4-sized square pieces of pure cotton white cloth.
Xu Wanci threw the beeswax into the wax melting furnace to heat it. While waiting for it to melt, she and Jiang Yan discussed what pattern to draw on it.
Picking up a stack of picture albums printed by the program team on the table, the two of them looked at them one by one.
They are all simple and beautiful patterns. They must have been prepared in advance considering that children's fine hand movements are not yet perfect.
Jiang Yan pointed at the cartoon lion in the picture book and said, "Mom, I want to draw this. What are you going to draw?"
The canvas was large enough for him and his mother to paint one each.
"Sure, I'll draw this," Xu Wanci pointed to the cute little zombie in the drawing book, "Do you want to draw it yourself or do you want mom to help you?"
Jiang Yan: "I draw it myself."
She casually pushed the pen and white cloth to Xu Wanci, "Mom first."
Xu Wanci turned his fair wrist.
With a few strokes, a little zombie appeared, which was a one-to-one copy and paste of the one in the album.
[Xu Wanci's imitation looks pretty good. Did this woman eat a printer? Such pen control skills.]
[The lines are smooth, without any bumps or dents. Many people can still see subtle differences when copying.]
"Is it difficult? All you need is your hands. Give it to me, I can do it too."
[That's right, what's the point of being able to copy? It's cool to be able to draw something original.]
Xu Wanci didn't study art, so what's wrong with praising him for painting so realistically? Why are you showing off your superiority?
[…I was stabbed while walking by. Is copying really that easy? Why is my copy nothing like it [crying]? Even the stick figure sketch is crooked when I copy it.]
[Stop arguing. Just compare it to the buildings next door and you'll know how difficult it is [dog head save my life].]
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