Chapter 25 Teacher Xia
With worry, he quickly answered the phone.
"Uncle, why are you calling? Is my grandpa still not feeling well?"
"Pfft, pfft, can you please think of something better? Your grandpa's foot is fine now, the swelling has completely subsided. He just finished eating and went out for a walk. I have something else to talk to you about."
Zhou Ning breathed a sigh of relief. After all, they were only these few people closest to him, and it would be best if nothing happened. However, when he thought of the person introduced by his second aunt, Zhou Ning couldn't help but become nervous.
"Oh, that's good. What do you want to talk about, uncle?"
Zhou Xianghua sighed.
"I heard that you had a case these two days. I didn't dare to call you until you were done. Let me apologize to you on behalf of your second aunt. No one expected Cheng Li to be that kind of person. Your Xu Da said that you don't need to give her money. She is blackmailing. We have evidence and we are not afraid."
"What did Second Uncle say? Second Aunt is also worried about me. How can she be angry with her own child? Tell her not to take it to heart. I will go back to see you this weekend after I finish the case."
"Stop interrupting me. I haven't finished yet! I've been really busy lately, checking every day, and I can't spare any time. But the blind date can't be delayed because of this episode. After New Year's Day, you will be twenty-seven years old, and your parents are gone. I..."
Zhou Ning took away some of the phones and shook his head helplessly.
His second uncle and his wife really love him, but he doesn't want to be in a hurry to find a partner. Before, when the system was not loaded, he had no pressure. But now it's different. He is tortured by the system every night. How can he have the leisure to do this?
Zhou Xianghua on the other end of the phone seemed to have finished his nagging and added one last sentence.
"Did you hear me?"
"Listen, Uncle, don't worry. I'm not in a hurry to find a partner. This requires a good eye for each other, right? Do you want me to find a random woman?"
Zhou Xianghua remained silent, so Zhou Ning quickly spoke.
"Now I have something to ask, I need Second Aunt's help, can you find me a painting teacher?"
"Painting? Why do you want to learn painting?"
Zhou Ning blinked. With his ability, which was at the kindergarten coloring level, it would be really difficult for him to keep up with systematic training without professional teaching.
"I want to improve my professional skills, one of which is painting, portrait painting. You have seen the kind of skull painting, right? There is a professional teacher like that. If you know one, please introduce one to me."
Zhou Xianghua thought for a moment, and suddenly there was a snapping sound, as if he was slapping his thigh.
"Wait, I'll give you some news tonight. I remember your second aunt's school has a new art teacher. He graduated from the Central Academy of Fine Arts and has won many awards. He also has a studio in the Children's Palace."
Zhou Ning was stunned. Are all teachers so stubborn nowadays?
Why does a primary school art teacher need such a high degree?
"Well...why don't you find someone of a lower level? This one is a bit of a waste of my talent."
"Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it. By the way, don't . Your grandfather said that you can come and live in the city with me when it gets colder. We'll live in the same neighborhood then. Why would you bother with that? You should focus on your work. That's it. I'll let you know after I contact you."
Bang, the phone was hung up.
Zhou Ning was confused. When did his second uncle become so impatient? He felt like he had overlooked something. He shook his head and stopped thinking about it. His brain cells had been severely depleted in the past two days, so he packed up and went home to sleep.
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Saturday, October 30, 2010
The phone charging on the bedside table made a ding-dong sound.
Zhou Ning opened his eyes and was pulled out of training by the voice. He took two deep breaths and sat up.
Fuck, before, I just analyzed the case and found the cause of death given the conditions. I just had to follow the steps and I could answer some of the questions, with a correct rate of about 60%, so I didn't have to be punished by electric shocks all the time.
It was good to get this portrait restoration technology, but what he got was a skull or a dead person whose face was unrecognizable. Zhou Ning was asked to find the corresponding portrait. There were more than a hundred photos and he had no idea at all. He could only guess. He didn't guess correctly once in the whole night. He was constantly given electric shocks and now his whole body seemed to smell like it was burnt.
Zhou Ning grabbed the phone, really grateful for the voice, otherwise he wouldn't know how long he would be tortured. He picked it up and saw that it was a message from his second uncle Zhou Xianghua.
Zhou Xianghua: The teacher's name is Xia Momo, mobile phone number is 1390542＊＊＊＊, QQ: ＊＊＊＊＊＊. You told her what you need to learn. Teacher Xia is very interested. We have arranged to meet at 10:00 this morning in Shuxin Art Studio on the second floor of the Cultural Palace. You should dress up nicely and don't be late.
Remember, remember!
Zhou Ning replied with two words: Got it!
Then he climbed out of bed, took a quick shower, and finished tidying himself up. It seemed that the burnt smell on his body was less. It was already nine o'clock, so he quickly cooked a packet of noodles, wolfed it down, put on a clean coat, and went straight out the door.
After leaving Yuhua Community, go straight to the Cultural Palace.
The distance was not far, and after crossing the park, they reached their destination. What surprised Zhou Ning was that this place had been renovated, and the antique bracket design was very beautiful.
Enter the Cultural Palace and follow the signs directly to the Shuxin Art Studio on the second floor. The sound of piano can be heard from upstairs. I guess it's the weekend when many children are learning special skills.
I knocked on the door and a pleasant voice came from the studio.
"Come in."
Zhou Ning pushed open the door and saw a girl in a long skirt standing in the studio. She tilted her head slightly to look at him. Her long hair was tied behind her head with a paintbrush, loosely twisted into a bun, with some hair hanging down.
The girl is not wearing any makeup, but why would she wear makeup when she looks like this?
A pair of beautiful eyes looked at Zhou Ning, with a smile on her lips and two dimples flashing at the corners of her lips. Zhou Ning's heart trembled, and he was so nervous that he didn't know what to say for a moment.
"You must be classmate Zhou Ning, come in quickly."
Zhou Ning nodded and quickly closed the door. The girl came over. The studio was very large. There were seven or eight children aged fifteen or sixteen, all of whom were painting seriously. There were some bottles and jars and fruits on the table in the middle.
"I'm Xia Momo. Wait a minute. I still have five minutes before get out of class ends. You can look around and get familiar with the environment."
With such a thoughtful arrangement, Zhou Ning's embarrassment instantly disappeared and he quickly smiled and nodded.
I was shocked. I thought it would be really awkward to study with these professional art students. As for the things on the table, he had only seen people draw them on TV.
Zhou Ning didn't dare to make a sound. He walked behind a boy and saw his drawing board. Zhou Ning's face twitched involuntarily.
That's it?
How else can it be similar? It's like a human printer.
Even the ones who were a little worse off were also using their gouache brushes to fly up and down, constantly dancing on the paper. Although I didn't know what details they were correcting, seeing Xia Momo smiling and nodding, it seemed that they were doing a good job.
At this time, Xia Momo walked to the central platform and clapped her hands.
"Okay, today's class ends here. Don't be late tomorrow. You don't have many days left before your art exam, so make the most of every weekend to practice."
These young men quickly packed up their things, shook their necks, put away their drawing boards, said hello to Xia Momo and left. Of course, they did not forget to glance at Zhou Ning twice, with mysterious smiles on their faces, as if they had discovered something incredible.
Xia Momo glanced at her watch with a slightly apologetic look on her face.
"I'm a little late here. I'm sorry to have made you wait a little longer!"
Zhou Ning waved his hand.
"Teacher Xia is so polite. It's nice for me to follow and see."
Xia Momo motioned for Zhou Ning to sit opposite her. Zhou Ning sat on the short stool with his long legs curled up, feeling a bit like being visited by a teacher.
"I heard from Teacher Chen that you are a forensic doctor and want to learn painting from me. I wonder if a forensic doctor also needs the ability to paint?"
There seemed to be stars twinkling in Xia Momo's eyes, and her features made it impossible to look away. Zhou Ning took a deep breath and calmed himself down.
"I want to learn some technical knowledge about facial restoration, but this requires very high painting and sculpture skills. I have no foundation in this area. To be honest with Teacher Xia, my ability is only at the level of kindergarten coloring."
Xia Momo smiled, and those two dimples appeared again.
"It doesn't really matter whether you have a foundation or not. Learning to paint as an adult depends mainly on your determination. But I'm very interested in what you said about facial restoration. Does it mean filling the skull with muscles and skin to restore the appearance?"
Zhou Ning nodded. This girl is really smart.
"Yes, that's only one aspect. Of course, we also draw a portrait of the murderer based on the victim's description."
Xia Momo's eyes widened.
"I've seen this in suspense films. It's really amazing. After all, it's hard to unify description and understanding. This is a big challenge for painters."
"Well, so I made up my mind and asked my second aunt to help me find a teacher and start from scratch."
Xia Momo stood up and walked to a cabinet. She took out several plaster bodies from it and rearranged them on the table: a sphere, a cone, and a cube.
She walked up to Zhou Ning with a pencil case and an easel.
"Now that you've made up your mind, let's start with the introductory level learning. Today we'll have the first lesson, the difference between light and dark."
After two hours of study, Zhou Ning's hands and neck now seem to not be his own.
However, looking at the black painting he had drawn on the easel, Zhou Ning's face turned red and he shook his head at Xia Momo embarrassedly.
"I can use my eyes, but my hands don't seem to be under my control. I'm really sorry, Teacher Xia."
Xia Momo looked at Zhou Ning's painting, still smiling gently.
“Sketch is the most challenging part of perception. Today we are going to learn about the basics of painting, such as the use of brushes, and the expression of light and shade. As long as you practice hard, you will make progress.”
Zhou Ning breathed a sigh of relief and stood up. It was already twelve o'clock. After hesitating for a moment, he turned around and looked at Xia Momo.
"Teacher Xia, I'll treat you to lunch so we can talk about when the next class will be."
