I really don't want to be a teacher

Move the charcoal pencil, and outline the silhouette of the audience in the blank space,

The brush strokes seem to be a little heavier, and the newly outlined figures are clearer than those next to them.

It seems to be attracted by the performers on the stage who have not been painted under the spotlight, the figure in the front row is looking towards the stage,

After drawing the figure of the audience, there are still a few empty spaces beside it, but the young man's brushstrokes stopped again,

Looking at the new painting, looking at the figures of the audience on the stage, the young man's breathing became a little rough,

Immediately afterwards, in a hurry, he directly used his thumb to wipe the newly drawn figures of the audience over and over again,

The lines outlining the figure of the audience were wiped off with the thumb, leaving only the dirty carbon dust and the wrinkled sketch paper that was wiped heavily by the young man.

Looking at the blank space where the audience had been wiped away, the young man gradually stopped moving, just looking at the picture on the sketch paper, his hand holding the charcoal stick trembled slightly.

Silent again, looking at the picture drawn on the sketch paper,

The trembling movements of his hands gradually stopped, and the young man went down to the other side of the stage, where there was a white space under the stage,

Silently, with hands stained with carbon dust, and then holding the charcoal stick, and then brush strokes on the side of the stage,

The two figures next to each other were gradually outlined by the charcoal pencil held by the young man.

It seems to be a couple, leaning on each other, their figures are slightly blurred, they are looking up at the spotlight,

It seems to be looking forward to the performance of the performers on the stage.

I didn't draw the figure of the couple more clearly,

The young man looked there, then stopped his strokes,

Staying silent again, looking at the two figures beside the stage,

The young man moved his brush strokes slowly again, and put the brush strokes under the stage of Erna, the blank place under the spotlight.

Looking at the stage outlined on the paper, the young man pressed the charcoal pencil against the blank space, and then paused for a long time,

The hand holding the charcoal pencil trembled slightly.

I paused for a while, but I couldn't continue drawing after all.

The young man was silent, and raised the strokes of the charcoal pencil he was holding,

Looking at the painting that was still empty on the stage and in the auditorium, he took the sketch paper off the plywood,

Unzipped the backpack zipper next to the feet, and stuffed it into the backpack that seemed to have contained a lot of waste drafts and drawing paper,

Turning around again, holding the charcoal pencil in his hand again, he dropped the pen on a new piece of sketch paper on the plywood,

Outlined by brushstrokes, a stage appeared on the paper again, as if the young man was painting the scene he had painted in the previous painting.

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Seeing the scene gradually outlined by the young man's pen, Lian Ge didn't make a sound to disturb him, but just listened to some mixed voices in his ears, and watched quietly.

On the sketch paper, on the stage, under the spotlight, under the stage, the bustling and indistinct figures of the audience are gradually outlined by the charcoal pencil held by the young man,

However, the auditorium that should be in the front row is still empty, and under the spotlight, there is no outline of the performers on the stage.

Holding the charcoal pencil, the young man paused for a long time in the blank space on the stage, but he didn't write any more.

After he stopped writing, the young man raised his head again, looked around in front of the bench,

Seeing Lian Ge's eyes fixed on the drawing on the sketch paper,

Looking at Lian Ge again, he seemed to recognize Lian Ge as someone he had met before,

After being stunned for a while, the young man squeezed the charcoal again, wrote a sentence on the sketch paper, and pointed the sketch paper at Lian Ge,

"...Sir, do you know how to paint?"

Looking at the words written on the sketch paper, Lian Ge turned his gaze to the young man,

"Barely understand, I have drawn a few pictures before."

Smiling, Lian Ge said something aloud.

Hearing the sound, the young man nodded without making a sound.

"You have aphasia?"

Looking at the young man again, Lian Ge said something casually.

Hearing Lian Ge's words, the young man paused, looked at the drawing on the sketch paper in his hand, looked at the scene on the screen, paused for a long time, and then nodded again.

Chapter 849

"Yes... I can't make a sound anymore..."

The young man held the charcoal stick, which was pressed against the sketch paper, paused again, and then moved the charcoal stick again, wrote a sentence on the sketch paper, turned the sketch paper over, and faced Lian Ge.

Lian Ge turned his gaze away, looked at the slightly scribbled words written on the sketch paper, and didn't say much.

The young man remained silent again. After a pause, he turned over the sketch paper, looked at the scene outlined on the sketch paper, pinched the charcoal stick, and wrote a sentence on the sketch paper, and put the sketch paper back on the object. Lian Ge.

"What do you think of this painting, sir?"

Lifting his head, the young man looked at Lian Ge,

Turning his gaze, he glanced at the words written on the sketch paper and the picture drawn next to it, Lian Ge smiled slightly,

"The painting is not finished yet, but it sounds very nice."

Smiling, Lian Ge said something aloud.

The young man couldn't help being stunned when he heard Lian Ge's strange comments.

Immediately afterwards, he fell silent again, lowering his head gradually,

Turning over the sketch paper again, looking at the scene depicted on the sketch paper, my eyes were dazed at first,

Gradually, there was some pain again, the eye sockets were a little red, the fingers holding the charcoal sticks were a little tight, and the whole body trembled slightly.

"Thank you"

"Sir, isn't it ridiculous for you to say that I am dumb as a bel canto learner?"

The charcoal stick held by the young man struggled to move on the sketch paper, wrote a sentence, and pointed the sketch paper to Lian Ge,

Lian Ge turned his gaze, and then glanced at the sketch paper,

I don't know if I didn't take it into consideration, or deliberately, the young man wrote it, some scrawled handwriting across the words outlined on the paper,

Looking at the young man whose eyes were getting more and more painful, and whose sockets were red, it seemed that his previous words had vented his accumulated emotions,

Lian Ge didn't answer.

"I have studied bel canto for more than ten years, and then I became dumb when I was on stage..."

"...my parents were watching me off the stage, my teacher was watching me off the stage... everybody, everybody was watching me off the stage."

It seemed that the emotions were getting more and more explosive. Before Lian Ge could answer, the young man turned over the sketch paper sandwiched on the board.

Holding the charcoal stick tightly, holding the charcoal stick, paddling on the sketch paper as if venting,

More and more charcoal marks were scratched, and the scrawled handwriting was drawn across the originally drawn stage screen.

"... I was dumb when I was on stage, I was dumb..."

"...Everyone, everyone is watching me from the audience..."

Feeling even more painful, the young man held a charcoal pencil and wrote over and over again,

The scribbled handwriting was covered a bit, and the first written words became a little blurred,

"...I've been studying for 15 years, 15 years^"

"...Why am I so useless...Why am I such a waste"

The handwriting became more and more scribbled, and gradually became indistinguishable, leaving only the young man holding a charcoal pencil and scratching on the paper as if venting.

Immediately afterwards, the young man squeezed the charcoal again, and heavily crossed out all the words and sentences that were written on the sketch paper.

Strenuously, scribbling back and forth over and over again, the scribbled handwriting and the previously drawn scene were covered a bit,

Finally, the charcoal that was pressed against the sketch paper was pinched and broken,

The broken piece fell to the ground, holding the remaining piece of charcoal, the young man stopped, his hands trembling slightly.

"Thank you"

After writing two more words, the young man stopped again.

Just looking at some writings scratched by charcoal on the paper, the scene drawn, silent, eyes dazed.

Turning his gaze, Lian Ge glanced at the sketch paper that the young man was holding in his hand.

The scratches across the paper made the sketch paper a little wrinkled,

The stage that was originally drawn on some crumpled sketch paper, the audience in the audience was blurred by the scrawled handwriting, and then split by the back and forth scratches.

Turning his eyes again, Lian Ge looked at the silent young man who was holding the remaining half of the charcoal tightly, trembling all over, looking at the dazed young man on the sketch paper,

"Is this painting for sale?"

Looking away again, Lian Ge said in a calm tone,

Hearing the sound, looking at the young man who was blurred and torn apart by scratches on the sketch paper, he raised his head again and looked at Lian Ge,

Turning back again, looking at the drawing on the sketch paper covered with messy scribbles and heavy scratches, the young man hesitated,

Stretching out his hand, he tore off the painting from the plywood, pinched it in his hand, and the young man held the remaining half of the charcoal, scratched it on a new piece of sketch paper on the plywood, and wrote a sentence,

"... I haven't drawn a sketch for long. If you think it's good, sir, I'll draw you a new one. This one... has been stained by me..."

Turning over the splint, the young man faced Lian Ge again with the written words.

"Just this painting."

Looking at the words written by the young man, Lian Ge smiled slightly, and said something again.

Hearing the sound, the young man hesitated for a while, and remained silent for a while, then looked at the painting full of scrawled writing and scratches,

Turning around again, he wrote a sentence on a new piece of sketch paper.

"for free."

Turning over the sketch paper sandwiched on the board, the young man handed the sketched and scratched drawing to Lian Ge.

Lian Ge smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to take it,

"Thank you then."

After saying something aloud, Lian Ge glanced at the sketch paper again, the scrawled handwriting that was smeared and scratched by the young man, split by scratches, and the scribbled handwriting was blurred. On the open stage, the front row of auditoriums has a blank screen.

The young man shook his head, hesitated again, took the remaining half of the charcoal stick, and wrote another sentence on a new piece of sketch paper,

"Sir, if you like the picture I drew... I still have some in my backpack, without writing so many words..."

The young man turned over the sketch paper sandwiched on the board, and faced Lian Ge.

"Just this one."

Lian Ge turned his gaze again, and glanced at the words written by the young man on the paper,

Say something aloud, and smile again on your face,

"You gave me a painting, so I'll give you a painting too."

Laughing, Lian Ge said aloud,

The young man raised his head and looked at Lian Ge with doubts in his eyes.

Without saying anything more, Lian Ge casually reached out and picked up the piece of charcoal that the young man had just broken and dropped on the ground.

Holding a stick of charcoal, on this painting full of scratches and scribbles, I put brushstrokes on it,

The strokes of the brush fell on the painting, which should have been the audience in the front row before, and there was a blank space,

Next to him, the young man watching Lian Ge write down the pen in the blank space of the painting, was stunned for a moment, followed closely, and then gradually became silent, looking at the painting.

Under the half of the charcoal pen, the tip of the pen is turning,

The previously blank areas are gradually outlined and depicted with figures,