It can be seen that this drawing book has been drawn for a long time.

It's a thick stack and it's really hard to turn it over.

Lu Huaian looked at it carefully and said hesitantly, "Isn't this your first time painting?"

"Yeah." Lu Yan looked at him happily and nodded: "I have another copy!"

"Bring it here and I'll take a look."

So Lu Yan jumped upstairs.

She likes to share, especially when her father appreciates it seriously.

She could feel that her father was not teasing her.

When Lu Yan brought this book over, Lu Huaian was surprised to find that it was thicker than the previous one.

"This was drawn when I was in kindergarten, hehehe." Lu Yan was a little embarrassed and jumped on the sofa and sat down next to him: "The drawing is not very good."

Indeed, when you read this book, it seems a lot childish.

It started with even just some line drawings.

Then slowly, she began to add details.

Later, I would draw a full page pattern.

Complex lines cover the entire paper.

Densely packed with no focus.

Then after a dozen pages, it suddenly felt refreshing again.

"Mom told me that if I want to draw a design, I can't draw it like that." Lu Yan chuckled and pointed at the new drawing: "This is what Teacher Zhang told me to draw. When drawing, the last thing to draw is

Very focused."

What you want to express must be marked first.

Let people look at it and see it at the first glance.

The farther back you go, the better your painting will be.

Lu Huaian looked at it very carefully and seriously.

What's rare is that Lu Yan added a lot of his own thoughts to every painting.

Sometimes, it's a cloud floating under the mushroom.

Lu Yan explained: "These are white clouds. It's raining in the sky. Only dark clouds can come out."

Therefore, Baiyun had to take shelter under the mushroom.

Turning a few pages further, a house was built on a tree with a car on it.

"This is the little squirrel's house. When she goes to school, the driver uncle drives her there."

Turning another page, the car on the roof turned into a kite.

"The teacher said that the little squirrel can't ride in the car and doesn't have to go to school, so I think it should be able to fly a kite at home."

Children's thoughts are so wild and unconstrained by any restrictions.

After reading this book, re-read the one she picked up earlier.

Lu Huaian understood: "Mom taught you? Add words and stuff."

"Yeah!" Lu Yan chuckled, looking very happy next to him: "Mom took me to the store and told me how to draw the design!"

Although one side is clothing and the other side is toys.

However, the methods for designing drafts are actually similar.

Lu Yan tried it once and found that it was indeed better this way and easier for others to understand. She continued to do it this way.

"This piece is divided into pieces. Brother Chengzi told me." Lu Yan pointed to his partial drawing and smiled: "However, he said that he drew a picture of a house."

The drawings of the house are indeed partial drawings.

As a result, Lu Yan mastered it and applied it to his own paintings.

Lu Huaian looked at it seriously for a long time, and finally looked at Lu Yan seriously: "So, do you want these toys to be made for you to play with, or do you want to make many of them for the children to play with?"

"I want to make them and then...sell them!" Lu Yan clenched his fists and said excitedly, "I want to make money like Sister Guoguo!"

God knows how envious she was when she saw Guoguo selling toys in the amusement park when she returned to Nanping!

There are so many people in the playground!

They all buy toys at Sister Guoguo’s store!

Those toys were obviously not as fun as hers, but many children were willing to buy them.

And all this money belongs to Sister Guoguo herself.

Lu Yan was very envious.

"Oh, that's it..." Lu Huaian nodded and did not agree immediately, but agreed to think about it.

After all, it is a factory, not just a child's play, you have to think carefully about it.

After Shen Ruyun came back, Lu Huaian was still reading these two picture albums in the study.

She took a look and laughed: "How is it?"

"It's really good." Lu Huai'an paused and added: "It's amazing."

Shen Ruyun hummed, turned to the latest page and looked at it: "This painting should be a new one, it wasn't there when I looked at it the day before yesterday."

"what do you think?"

Having designed clothing herself, Shen Ruyun said directly from a professional perspective: "As for the techniques, they are definitely relatively immature."

After all, given his age, his line skills are definitely not as good as those of adults.

"But it's her youthfulness that makes her talent even more obvious." Shen Ruyun pondered for a moment: "However, talent comes from nature. It's still a bit too early to set up a factory now. Otherwise, let's wait until she is in high school... "

Yes, Shen Ruyun herself believed that Lu Yan was talented in painting.

What a talent...

Lu Huaian held the picture album and fell into deep thought.

Back then, my second daughter was also told that she was talented in painting.

She has never studied painting for a day, and she has never received guidance from others like she does now.

However, when she was in elementary school, I took painting classes with her, and the paintings she drew were very beautiful.

I even borrowed watercolor pens and white paper from my classmates to draw a picture of a zoo.

God knows, she has never been to the zoo.

Based on her own guess, she drew what kind of animals there should be in the zoo.

As a result, there are all kinds of small animals.

This painting just won a school award at first, and then the teacher recommended it to the town. After winning the award, it was promoted to the township, county, city...

I won many prizes along the way, including school prizes for notebooks and pens.

Unfortunately, her classmates later refused to lend her watercolor pens, and she didn't even have paper to draw on.

Her teacher felt it was a pity and asked her to train her well.

However, the family's conditions were indeed not very good, and Lu Huaian didn't even bother to care about it. Even the tuition and food were barely provided.

It’s probably hard for the teacher to say it, and I didn’t mention it later.

In the first year of junior high school, there was another drawing competition, and she won another prize.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The teacher mentioned the old words again. Unfortunately, Shen Ruyun was seriously ill at the time, and she did not mention it at all when her second daughter came back.

In the second year of junior high school, the teacher suggested that the second daughter should study painting and take an artistic route, saying that with her grades, it would be absolutely no problem to get admitted to a key high school in the city.

It would be a pity if such talent is not properly cultivated.

Lu Huaian still listened to her words.

He hesitated for a long time and asked how much it would cost.

The teacher made an estimate and gave a number. Lu Huaian fell silent.

This is an astronomical figure for their precarious home.

Shen Ruyun's health is just a little better, and she has a third daughter who wants to study.

Studying art...where can a family like theirs afford it?

Later, later...

The second daughter's academic performance plummeted, and her junior high school exam results were not very good either. She was so upset that she went out to work.

Lu Huaian regretted his whole life. He should have been coaxed to study in high school or college.
To be continued...