I started a senior citizen university after being unemployed, and I became the favorite of my uncles

The place for sketching is in a well-preserved village in the city. There is a peach forest next to the river. The trees are full of blooming peach flowers, and the scenery is just right.

This sketching activity counts as part of the midterm exam for the Chinese painting class.

After leaving the school, for Mr. Fu and Uncle Li, it was like a spring outing.

Others were carrying painting materials, but they were carrying picnic mats.

When they arrived at the place, Teacher Huang first emphasized to the uncles and aunts the techniques of painting flowers and trees that they had learned before, as well as the requirements for this painting.

This time, the beginner and intermediate sketching classes were divided into two sessions. The beginner class is still at the entry-level, and Teacher Huang organized this sketching session to let them experience the difference between sketching and copying.

“Sketching is mainly to exercise everyone’s observation ability, so we don’t stipulate the specific content of the picture. Use your pen to paint the scenery you observe.”

"You can draw the peach blossoms, rocks, and birds that we learned before, or you can draw water and buildings."

After Teacher Huang finished speaking, Old Fu and Uncle Li started to "do the job".

"Old Li, what are you going to draw?" Old Fu asked first.

Although he was a "repeater", he still studied for a semester. Claiming to be Uncle Li's senior, Lao Fu had threatened before he came that he would definitely do a better Chinese painting than Uncle Li.

"Once I start, I will definitely paint something amazing." Uncle Li pointed to the wall on the other side of the river, "Do you see that white wall of yours? I want to paint that wall."

Uncle Li thought that everyone else was painting flowers and plants, but he would paint something different.

Old Fu stood up anxiously, "Why are you painting the wall?"

Uncle Li and Lao Fu play together every day, and their train of thought are similar. He also wants to paint the wall, but he doesn't want to paint the same thing as Uncle Li.

Old Fu grabbed his hair and made a painful decision: "I won't paint the wall anymore. I want to paint the excavator next to it."

Old Fu pointed to the excavator that was also parked on the other side of the river.

"I'll add one more person selling candied haws standing under the wall!" Uncle Li shouted.

"If you add me, I'll draw another bicycle!"

"You draw a bicycle and I'll draw a car!"

“I draw airplanes!”

“I draw cannons!”

"I draw Mr. Huang!"

“I draw myself!”

The two people quarreled more and more fiercely, and Teacher Huang came over to mediate.

"Uncles, stop making things difficult for yourselves." When Teacher Huang wasn't watching them for a while, the two of them started making things difficult for themselves.

Not to mention the excavator that Lao Fu wanted to draw, even the wall that Uncle Li wanted to draw was difficult to draw well.

These two people want to "run" before they even learn how to "walk".

But these two old guys are typical "stubborn donkeys". Once they make a decision, no ox can pull them back.

They refused to listen, and seeing that they were going to continue arguing, Teacher Huang took out his "secret weapon".

I put one on the back of Mr. Fu and Uncle Li.

"Teacher Huang, what did you stick on my back?" Old Fu turned his head and looked back.

Uncle Li held him down and said, "Don't move. Let me take a look."

On their backs were two A4 papers with the words "Don't talk to me, or you'll get scolded by your parents if you don't finish your homework" written in large, bold letters.

"This is specially prepared for the two of you. There is also a message from the family member below."

The two people lay on each other's backs and saw that there was indeed a line of small words.

What Lao Fu wrote was: Please talk less and draw more.

Uncle Li’s simple and straightforward statement: Dad, shut up!

Both of them took a step back at the same time to distance themselves from each other.

"I'm not talking to you."

"Don't bother me."

"I said it first."

"I thought of it first."

The two men snorted coldly and sat down to draw their own works.

As soon as Teacher Huang left, Old Fu and Uncle Li reached for the only potato chips in the bag.

"We are not allowed to talk, but we are not allowed to eat." Uncle Li took the lead in tearing open the potato chips and handed them to Old Fu first.

"You have some conscience, so I didn't carry it in vain." Old Fu smiled.

"Tsk, it was obviously you who offered to carry it on your back. You're guarding against me like a thief." Uncle Li exposed him mercilessly.

Along the way, Lao Fu kept the bag with him to prevent him from stealing food.

Uncle Li was also staring at him.

This bag of snacks is their "common property", and no one is allowed to eat it alone.

……

People here love and hate each other over snacks.

On the other hand, I racked my brains to paint.

Teacher Huang witnessed the creativity of the uncles and aunts.

While others prepare brushes and ink before painting, Grandpa Lu squats by the river and picks up stones before painting.

Teacher Huang was still wondering what he was going to do, but when he turned around, he found that Uncle Lu pressed the stone into the ink and then pressed it on the paper.

Others use pens to draw stones, but he uses one stone to draw another stone.

Everyone was drawing, but he was the only one who was copying directly.

"Uncle Lu, this is a creative way of painting, but when we learn Chinese painting, don't we practice it?"

Uncle Lu can look up from his busy "copying" work and say, "Teacher, I am also working on it."

Teacher Huang had no way to refute. He turned around and found that the painting of the aunt next door had gone beyond the scope of freehand flower and bird painting.

She drew a red angry bird and a Plants vs. Zombies sunflower.

Such a creative painting must have been inspired by a "child".

……

When he finished his circle and returned to Old Fu, he found that they were painting very seriously.

Teacher Huang nodded with satisfaction. Just as he sat down to rest, he heard a loud noise coming from the other side of the river.

Then there was the sound of bricks falling to the ground and the sound of the excavator starting.

Mixed in with the screams of Old Fu and Uncle Li.

“My wall is falling!”

“My excavator is gone!”

The scene was chaotic for a while.

According to eyewitness Mr. Huang, the excavator that Lao Fu wanted to paint pushed down the wall that Uncle Li wanted to paint.

The man selling candied haws that Uncle Li wanted to paint pushed away the bicycle that Lao Fu wanted to paint.

"I specifically picked one that wouldn't move, but it finally moved! Give me back my white wall!"

"My excavator has already left, and I haven't finished painting yet."

"Don't say anything. I'm the more unlucky one. Not only did the wall collapse, but the guy selling candied haws also ran away."

"Don't argue with me, it will only make me more unlucky."

After Mr. Lu finished "copying" the stone, he walked over and asked: "Do you want to eat candied haws?"

"The guy selling candied haws was across the street. I called him over."

"Hey, he was riding a bicycle in order to run faster."