MTL - It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s]-Chapter 45 training course

The place where the art training class is held is an old auditorium. From the outside, it looks like a conference room. The walls are very old, and there are many peeling walls in the corners.

Green vines climbed up the roof along the corner of the wall. Jiang Shuangling followed the crowd and walked in. She didn't know any of the people around her. She just casually glanced at the crowd and found that she had come to participate This training class includes middle-aged workers in their forties and fifties, as well as young men and women in their twenties.

Most of them are workers in the steel mill, they talk, laugh and say hello to each other.

Jiang Shuangling walked into the classroom, as soon as she walked in, there was a smell of paper and ink, which was a mixed smell of paper, paint, ink, etc. It was not unpleasant. , but very special.

There are many paintings of different sizes hanging on the opposite wall. Almost the entire wall is covered with various art and calligraphy works. Alternative sense of art.

Jiang Shuangling couldn't help but stop on the wall and appreciate the past carefully one by one. The works posted on these walls are not of low level, some of them are even more of the standard of everyone, and they are put into the collection room Not too much.

It's all the works left by celebrities in the art world of this era when they came to the worker training class.

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

She was a little amazed, thinking that such a small factory training class is really a land of crouching tigers, but yes, it is not easy to be involved in literature and art in this era, and it is even more difficult for painters To have a good time, and now it is still popular for painters to walk out of the studio and come to the factory to experience the working life of the workers...

Jiang Shuangling thought that this training class was really worth it.

When Jiang Shuangling stood in front of this wall and admired the works of art, many people also paid attention to her, a young and beautiful woman, guessing her identity in their hearts.

"Is that the man from the factory?"

"Who knows?"

"You look so pretty..."

…

The organizer of the art training class of Ronggang No. 1 Factory is He Wenjin, the leader of the art group in the factory. She is a very capable woman in her forties who loves art. "Ready for class."

The management of the art class is very free. Jiang Shuangling found a suitable place to sit down at will. Like her, there are ten students from Ronggang Factory, four men and six women. They did not wear the clothes of the factory, and they were out of tune with the surrounding environment, and the people in the factory also cast their curious eyes on them.

Some of the outsiders who came to this art class did not necessarily come to study art, but regarded this as a blind date.

Sun Yanyan's uncle is a man from the factory. He specially asked his uncle to join this art training class, just to get to know the young and handsome male workers in the steel mill.

As soon as she entered this classroom, she swept over all the male students one by one, those in their thirties and forties who were married and established at a glance, Sun Yanyan never gave them a second glance, and those who were a little less Younger, with a green face, not like a married young man, she secretly chose it in her heart.

Sun Yanyan quickly compared and selected a favorite object, that is a male worker who looks like Zhou Zheng, his skin is not dark, but he is tall, very conspicuous among this group of male workers, The clothes fit very well too.

The point is that he also wears a pair of glasses and looks very gentle, like a literate person, not in tune with the vulgar male workers next to him.

She likes such a man very much.

She stroked her braids with some restraint, walked up to the male worker and said "hello", but the other side turned a blind eye to her, the male worker walked up to another beautiful woman, He said elegantly: "Hello, do you also love art? Let's make friends."

Jiang Shuangling turned her head to look at the male worker with glasses, but said nothing.

The other party's intention is obvious, but she does not want to make friends.

Seeing that she was ignoring her, the male worker with glasses was not frustrated, but his tone became more eager, "I look at you, aren't you from our factory? You New here, do you want me to introduce you to our Ronggang game?"

"By the way, I forgot to say my name, my name is Zhang Yuesheng."

His words just landed when another male worker enthusiastically gathered around, "My name is Qin Jiaxuan, do you want us to know each other, and invite you to dinner after class."

…

In this era, when people meet young and beautiful girls, the men in the factory are also very enthusiastic.

After all, this art class is charged for the people outside the factory. If you can afford the cost to come in to study art, then the family will not be too bad. Let’s take a look at the appearance of this woman , do not need to explore more, it is enough to make them play their masculine charm, hoping that they can be beautiful.

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There are several men who came to Jiang Shuangling's side to show their hospitality, but before she refused, a woman next to her coughed and sneered: "When you come to this place, do you want to learn painting, or do you want to learn painting? The purpose of learning to draw is to find a man."

Sun Yanyan opened her mouth.

After hearing this, Qin Jiaxuan and other male workers didn't look particularly good-looking.

In fact, many people in the factory participate in the art class for the purpose, and a small part is indeed to meet their favorite lover in the process of learning in the training class.

Learning calligraphy, painting, and learning together, it is easier for men and women to develop feelings in this sweaty factory, and they can also have something to talk about.

There have been several couples in the factory before, and the leaders in the factory are also happy to see the success, support the holding of this art class, and even break the hole to allow outsiders to come in for the training Class study is not only to promote the art of painting among the workers, but also to help solve the problem of workers starting a family.

These are things that everyone tacitly understands, and few people say it like this on the surface.

Jiang Shuangling heard nothing bad, pointed at Zhang Yuesheng who was wearing glasses and said, "The one who walked up to him with a smile and said 'hello' just now probably wanted to come in and find a man."

"Yeah, as soon as I entered the door, those who like to learn to paint are all looking at the paintings on the wall, those who don't like to look at paintings, I don't know what she is looking for in the crowd." The young woman with short hair opened her mouth.

Sun Yanyan: "You—"

"Several lesbians, stop arguing, everyone is happy and rich." At this time, a tall and thin man who looked like a peacemaker walked out.

"The teacher will come to class in a while, everyone finds their seats and sits down."

The tall and thin one glanced at Sun Yanyan and then at Jiang Shuangling, "Lesbians should pay attention to the influence when they speak."

Sun Yanyan snorted, "What influence does not affect her, she came in and a bunch of men surrounded her, has it still not affected?"

The woman with shoulder-length short hair said: "People are beautiful, and naturally many people like them."

…

The two women actually quarreled.

Jiang Shuangling, who was at the center of the quarrel, was speechless. She didn't have time to say what she wanted to say for a long time.

Zhang Yuesheng looked at Jiang Shuangling and said tenderly, "Can I know your name? Let's be friends."

Jiang Shuangling waved her hand, "I still don't need to know, I'm not from the factory, I'm just a student from outside, and that person was right just now, you should pay attention to the impact."

"Yes, just pay attention to the impact." The woman with shoulder-length short hair chatted up.

Sun Yanyan said: "I just want to find a man in the factory to marry, pay attention to the influence, joke."

The woman with shoulder-length short hair laughed: "You think everyone is like you."

"Look at her just now, didn't she want to come in and find a man—"

Jiang Shuangling said from the side: "My son is almost five years old this year, and I have to pick him up after the training class."

As soon as she said these words, the few people next to her were stunned, looking at Jiang Shuangling with an incredible look.

"You...are you married?"

"Yes." Jiang Shuangling nodded, not interested in talking to this group of people anymore, she just came to take the opportunity to learn painting, not to exchange feelings and make friends with people, she was not interested in Time wasted on these things.

Have a five-year-old child??"

"You're not lying, are you? You look so young."

Jiang Shuangling smiled: "No, my son is almost five years old."

Jiang Shuangling had a few words with the woman with shoulder-length short hair. This short-haired woman's name is Xue Li. She has a round face and looks festive and cute. The female workers of the factory, because they like to draw, all found a way to participate in the training class of Ronggang No. 1 Factory.

He Wenjin, the woman who held this training class, is a very approachable woman and an enthusiast who loves art. She often invites some people from the art world to give lectures in the class.

Jiang Shuangling quickly drew her standard works. Xue Li, who was next to her, racked her brains and barely drew a few rotten branches and dotted the crooked plum blossoms.

"You...you draw so well." Xue Li raised her head and glanced at Jiang Shuangling's painting, her mouth opened slightly, her eyes full of envy.

Jiang Shuangling glanced at Xue Li's painting. She originally wanted to make a polite compliment, but when she saw what the other party drew, she suddenly became hoarse.

Then Jiang Shuangling was shocked.

Do normal adult beginners draw like this?

Are you a little too good at drawing? ? ?