Chapter 22: Demon Lord Princess's Slacker Daily Life Chapter 22: Mother's Kindness and Child's Filial Piety Picture

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Only saw the cat in the painting lying in the grass, its eyes fixed straight ahead on a butterfly resting on the grass in front, body arched, as if it might pounce at any moment. Seeing this, Bai Fuzi couldn't help but sigh, "Although this painting is drawn with simple lines, anyone can tell at a glance that the cat is about to catch the butterfly. It's really well drawn. Which little friend painted it?"

Qi Xi, standing beside Qianqian, stood up. Seeing it was painted by Qi Xi, Bai Fuzi understood and asked, "How did you come up with the idea to paint this?" Qi Xi said without hesitation, "This is the cat I raised. Its name is Da Bai, and it's very cute. When I played with it in the garden, it liked to lie in the grass. One day, a small butterfly flew in front of it, and it stared at the butterfly, quietly arched its body, and then pounced all at once. But it didn't catch the butterfly, and it flew away. I thought it was very cute and remembered it, so I painted it today so everyone could see."

Bai Fuzi praised, "Well said. Then give your painting a name." Qi Xi thought for a moment and said, "Just call it White Cat Hunting Picture." Bai Fuzi thought the name was not bad and said, "This name is very vivid and appropriate. Sit down." He then took up his brush and wrote "White Cat Hunting Picture" on the paper.

Below Qi Xi's was Qianqian's painting. After the teacher finished writing, he saw the next painting, his whole face full of doubt, and raised the painting in his hand, asking, "Whose painting is this?" Qianqian stood up and said, "It's Qianqian's~" Bai Fuzi looked at it and asked, "What is this you painted? Tell everyone about it."

Qianqian cleared her throat and said, "This is the Four Horses Hard to Catch Picture I painted, because Father said that when I rest, he will take me horseback riding. Thinking of horses reminded me of what Father told me: a person should be someone even four horses cannot catch, so I painted it." If Qianqian didn't explain, Bai Fuzi really couldn't connect this painting with "four horses hard to catch," after all, whose horse has a body made of one circle and four lines for legs, and ears that are a bit pointy? If Qianqian didn't say, others would think it was four dogs. And the little figure in front was even more of a stick figure. Bai Fuzi said with a helpless face, "So your painting is called Four Horses Hard to Catch Picture, right?" "Right, right," Qianqian answered. Bai Fuzi said, "Very creative, quite good." He then picked up the brush, ready to write, thought for a moment about whether to write Four Horses Hard to Catch or Four Horses Hard to Catch, and finally wrote Four Horses Hard to Catch. After Qianqian sat down, the next painting was Ai Jiao's. Bai Fuzi put down his brush, picked up the next painting, and if the previous one made him doubtful, this one directly made him doubt life.

After Bai Fuzi finished looking and pondered for a long time, he finally gave up thinking and asked, "Whose work is this painting?"

A little boy stood up and answered crisply, "It's mine!"

Bai Fuzi continued to ask, "Then tell the teacher, what is this you painted? A person, an animal, or a landscape?"

The little boy answered seriously, "What I painted is a landscape picture. The little person tied to the tree in the picture is me, and the little person under the tree holding a whip to whip me is my mother. The story has to start from when I was young. Once, my father secretly hid private money, and he hid the money in my shoes. Later, when my mother was tidying up, she found this money. She asked me where this money came from, and of course I didn't know, so I couldn't explain clearly. So my mother tied me to a tree and whipped me hard with a whip, asking me while whipping if I knew. But I really didn't know anything at the time, and I was especially stubborn. Not knowing meant not knowing; no matter how many whips, I couldn't tell a lie to deceive people. Even after four or five whips, I refused to admit I knew. Later, I found out it was actually the private money my father hid."

This painting depicts exactly the moment my mother tied me to a tree and whipped me. "Very profound." Everyone listened and suddenly understood. After Bai Fuzi listened, he asked, "Then what is your painting called?" "Mother's Kindness and Child's Filial Piety Picture," Ai Jiao thought for a moment and said. Bai Fuzi asked, "Why is it called this name?" Ai Jiao said, "How could Mother have any bad intentions? She just hopes I will be filial." Bai Fuzi fell silent for a while.

Just as he wrote those few big characters on the white paper, after Ai Jiao sat down, there were still several more paintings. After Bai Fuzi asked about each one and finished writing the titles, after seeing all the paintings, Bai Fuzi said, "I have glue here. Everyone paste your own painting on the wall behind, choose the position you like."

Everyone took their own paintings, chose positions on the wall behind, and pasted their own paintings. Qianqian's, Qi Xi's, and Ai Jiao's paintings were pasted together, with Ai Jiao's painting at the center. Only saw on the wall behind, in the middle position, a "Mother's Kindness and Child's Filial Piety Picture" was pasted, very eye-catching.

Ai Jiao looked at his painting on the wall, his heart full of pride and satisfaction. He knew that although this painting was simple, it contained his deep love for his mother. And Qianqian's and Qi Xi's paintings next to it were also wonderful; together they formed a beautiful picture.

Other little friends also pasted their paintings one after another. Some painted flowers, grass, and trees; some painted small animals. Every one was full of childlike fun and creativity. The back wall of the whole classroom instantly became colorful, full of vitality and energy.

When the last painting was pasted, Bai Fuzi nodded with satisfaction and said, "Children, your works are all great! I hope you can continue to keep this creativity and imagination, and paint more beautiful works." After saying this, Bai Fuzi announced that today's class was over.

The little friends tidied up their things one after another, then left their seats and ran to the back wall to admire each other's paintings. They chattered and discussed, sharing their insights and feelings about painting. The whole classroom was filled with an atmosphere of joy and warmth.

Ai Jiao also joined the ranks of the little friends. He carefully admired every painting, exclaiming in surprise from time to time. He discovered that every little friend's painting had a unique style and characteristics, which broadened his horizons.

In this small classroom, Ai Jiao not only learned painting skills but also felt the charm and fun of art. More importantly, he made many like-minded little friends here and spent a happy and fulfilling time.

After class, Ai Jiao asked while tidying up his things, "Qianqian, are you going horseback riding after you rest?" Qianqian answered, "Yes, Father promised me." Ai Jiao said excitedly, "Where are you riding? Just you by yourself?" Qianqian thought for a moment and answered, "Father said he would take me to Jiaoxiang. I don't know if it's just me by myself." "Alright," Ai Jiao thought that he himself had never ridden a horse either, but then thought that was the War God An Wang, and if he rashly went and accidentally affected them, leaving a bad impression, it would be trouble. So he didn't bring it up again. Everyone tidied up their things and then each rode a horse carriage home.

Back home, the whole family sat together eating. Today An Wang was in a good mood, so he took the initiative to ask what Qianqian had learned today. Qianqian proudly raised her head and answered seriously, "This morning we had arithmetic class, and the teacher taught me numbers from one to twenty!" As she spoke, she gestured with her hands. Then she said excitedly, "This afternoon we had calligraphy and painting class. The teacher let us freely draw, and I painted a Four Horses Hard to Catch Picture!" After saying this, she didn't forget to mischievously wink at An Wang.

At this moment, Qianqian suddenly remembered something important and hurriedly reminded An Wang, "Father, don't forget what you promised me! After I rest, you will take me horseback riding~" An Wang looked at his daughter's cute appearance and answered with a smile, "I know."

After dinner, everyone returned to their rooms to rest, preparing to welcome the arrival of a new day.