In the ordinary life of Crayon Shin-chan

In the kindergarten, since Mr. Yoshinaga said yesterday that there would be a painting class today, everyone brought their own painting tools, the most common of course being crayons.

"Okay, kids, has everyone brought their crayons?" Teacher Yoshinaga clapped his hands and shouted to the class, attracting the children's attention.

The purpose of painting with crayons is actually very simple. Crayon paintings use bright colors and give people a beautiful visual feeling. When painting, there is no need to pursue objective and true description of the real object. You can start from the heart and freely match colors to create beautiful effects. This makes it easier to outline the love of painting in children's hearts.

"I brought it." The children held up their crayons happily and showed them to the teacher.

"Very good, then let's listen to the teacher and start painting, okay?"

"Good~"

"Okay, everyone, look at the blackboard. When we draw, we can use methods such as connecting multiple colors, connecting colors, dotting, and line drawing to improve the picture effect. For example, the multi-color connection method can choose multiple colors in the same surface, and paint them separately to connect them; the color connection method can take two, three or four similar colors, first paint a darker circle of color on the outside, and then use lighter crayons to cover about half of the original darker color in turn; the dotting and line drawing method can use the same or multiple colors of crayons to decorate the picture with dots or lines, which can achieve unexpected picture effects." After Teacher Yoshinaga narrated it according to the book, he immediately felt something was wrong. Sure enough, the children in the audience were confused.

"To put it simply, everyone should use different colors to paint the picture in their hearts. Everyone should paint happily. Okay, let's get started!" After a simple description, Teacher Yoshinaga began to reflect on himself and decided to be more concise and clear next time. How could the children understand this?

"Okay~" Everyone responded and started to draw what they wanted to draw.

At this time, Kazama opened his crayon bag, revealing a bag full of crayons. Mingxu Xiaoxin took a look and Xiaoxin came up to him: "Kazama, you have so many crayons!"

"That's it." Feng Jian was very proud: "This is what my father brought back for me from abroad. It has many colors."

"Then lend it to me." Xiaoxin was about to use it. Seeing this, Fengjian quickly put away the crayon and refused very firmly: "No, Xiaoxin, don't you have crayons?"

"My crayons." Shin-chan turned around and looked at the few basic crayons he had, then looked at the crayons in Kazama's hand, feeling a little envious.

"Xiao Xin, actually the number of crayons you need for drawing is not that important, as long as you describe the colors in your mind. Sometimes too many colors are just a burden." At this point, Mingxu seemed to glance at Fengjian inadvertently, and Fengjian blushed when he heard it. He felt that Xiaoxu's words were talking about him. It was true, sharing among friends was also very important. Although these were brought back by his father, they would not need much of them.

Thinking of this, Fengjian relaxed a little and said to his friend beside him: "Well, if anyone needs it, you can come to me and get a few first, and then return them to me after use." After saying that, he put the crayons on the table.

Mingxu smiled and said nothing. Sometimes Fengjian cares too much about these things, which sometimes makes people feel repulsive to him, always thinking that you are better than others in everything, and gradually become alienated. Although it seemed that there was no gap between everyone, when playing together, you will find that except for Xiaoxin, the others are not that close to Fengjian.

Everyone started to draw what they wanted to draw. Shin-chan suddenly looked outside and ran out with a pen and paper. Teacher Yoshinaga was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly followed him out, and then saw Shin-chan drawing in front of two beautiful older sisters.

"Can we just stand there?" The two older sisters were quite cooperative with Shin-chan.

“…Xiao Xin! What are you doing? Don’t look for a model!” After saying this, she apologized to the two older sisters and pulled Xiao Xin aside.

“You just have to use your imagination.”

“What is imagination?”

"Well, just close your eyes and draw whatever comes to mind."

"Oh~"

"Then try it quickly."

"Okay." After saying that, Xiaoxin closed his eyes.

"What did you see?" Teacher Yoshinaga asked expectantly.

"It's all red."

“...Go back to your room and think about it!” He pulled Xiaoxin back to his seat and went to look at the works of other children.

"Wow, Nini, the flowers you painted are so beautiful."

"Yes, it took me a lot of effort to draw it." Nini was also very satisfied with her work.

"Zhengnan, what are you drawing?" Walking to Zhengnan's side, Zhengnan hurriedly covered the painting.

"I'm not healed yet."

"Don't be like that. Just watch a little bit." Teacher Yoshinaga comforted.

"No, my drawing is ugly." Zhengnan shook his head and refused.

Xiao Xin pulled it out from the side and took a look: "It's really ugly."

Zhengnan burst into tears immediately.

"Bang." Xiaoxin fell down. Mingxu took the painting from Xiaoxin's hand and gave it back to Zhengnan: "Come, Zhengnan, let me teach you." Zhengnan stopped crying after hearing this.

Teacher Yoshinaga finally breathed a sigh of relief and walked to Ah Dai. He was stunned when he saw the stone Ah Dai had drawn. Children nowadays are really creative. Xiao Xin followed the teacher everywhere.

Although Kazama's paintings were a bit abstract, Mr. Yoshinaga still praised him. After all, he was one of the few honest children.

"There's no emotion in your painting," Shin-chan criticized.

"How dare you criticize my painting!" Feng Jian was puzzled. Then Xiao Xin said that he wanted to add some emotions to his painting. Under the expectant gaze of Mr. Yoshinaga, Xiao Xin wrote his name. . .

"..." Fengjian also cried. Mingxu was busy putting out fires everywhere, adding something to Fengjian's words, covering up Xiaoxin's name. Then he pulled Xiaoxin and asked him to paint facing the slide, which barely solved the problem. In the end, the teacher looked at the painting above and was quite satisfied. Teacher Matsusaka came over and was a little surprised to see this: "Is the level of the children in your class so high? Isn't this the recently popular Naruto? It looks like a Q version of the painting."

"That's right, we also have a little teacher in our class." Teacher Yoshinaga was still very proud. Fortunately, Mingxu was there.

When they got home, Xiaoxin was so tired from running around that day that he fell asleep. Mingxu didn't expose him. He smiled as he looked at Xiaoxin sleeping soundly on the toy box. The day passed slowly like this.