Reborn Super Bank System

The next day.

May 3rd.

Tang Qing did not visit Lin Jiaxue in the morning, but painted at home.

The subject wasn't a gun this time, but Lin Jiaxue, who had been'skillful' for so long, and he really hadn't painted for her.One is not enough, two, three, many.

There are no failed works in his hands.

The one in the painting is his lover, and he does not allow himself to tear up any one or roll it into a ball and throw it in the trash can.

Because this is what he loves in this life.

After finishing the largest pair, Tang Qing took it and hurried to the frame shop.

This is the largest and best picture frame mounting shop in the city.

Tang Qing hadn't been here before. The information was collected by the command room, and he would know it as soon as he asked. It was not far away. The taxi arrived in five or six minutes, one block away from his school.

Qingfengzhai.

It sounds very literary, and the plaque is also very particular. Looking at the high-end, Tang Qing kept nodding his head, writing well, and it is the material of the plaque that matches ours...He didn't understand at all.

Only know that it is wood.

Once in the door.

The cultural scent came to your face.

This is mainly about mounting hand-painted art works, not mounting photo posters, etc. The business is relatively single, but also professional.It's just that some of the works displayed in the entrance hall are a bit hehe.

Tang Qing curled his lips.

You copied this ghostly appearance and showed it, you really feel good about yourself.

If it weren't for most of the works, he turned around and left.

An old man who looked very energetic was carving a woodcarving on the counter in front of the store, but it seemed that he was just beginning and could not see what to carve.

Seeing Tang Qing entering the door.

The old man stopped his work.

"Little brother, hello, do you want to mount something?" The old man pushed his eyes and smiled.

The smile is very kind.

"A painting uses the best materials," Tang Qing replied.

"Our best frame material is yellow..."

Tang Qing interrupted the old man's careful explanation.

"I want it, mount it."

"Ah, good."

Encountered a local tyrant.

The old man is also very happy.

Speaking of accepting the painting in Tang Qing's hand, he didn't need to open it. Once he touched the paper, he knew it was a sketch.

He thought it was a clumsy work by a young man, but slowly opened it, and a beautiful and immortal woman leaped on the paper. He not only took a deep breath.

Good painter.

Good composition.

General sketches are limited in what they can express through shadows. Especially when drawing people, old people have a more "photographic" vicissitudes of life than young people, but Tang Qing's sketches look unusually smooth, with no extraneous. The lines of each stroke are indispensable, but they can express the beauty of a woman perfectly.

It's a god.

The old man has never seen such a perfect sketch character when he grows up.

Really a master level.

"Little brother, is this painted by your adult?" The old man asked in surprise.

"No, what's the matter?" Tang Qing shook his head.

"No, I just want to meet the painter, and dare to ask which master Qingxue is." Looking at the big red clay seal on it, he was sure he had never heard of it, but the word Qingxue was firmly imprinted. In his mind.

Listen, Tang Qing drifted a little unconsciously.

"The master dare not be it. I painted this. Old man, hurry up and mount it. I will add more money and give it away in a hurry." Tang Qing urged, he was going to give it to Lin Jiaxue later.

The old man's complexion changed, and he looked at Tang Qing in shock and asked, "You painted this?"

"Well, trouble." Tang Qing said.

"No trouble, no trouble, little brother, please, Xiao Ke, come and pour tea for the distinguished guest." The old man hurriedly took Tang Qing to the sofa in the corner of the hall and greeted the backyard.

"Come on."

A crisp female voice came from the backyard.

The old man smiled at Tang Qing and said, "Little brother, wait a minute, I'll definitely fix it for you within an hour. Even if you increase the price, dare you ask where the little brother is?"

"I taught myself."

"Self...Teach yourself? You are really a genius." The old man exclaimed.

"Thank you." Tang Qing smiled.

At this time, a 16 or 17-year-old woman came out, wearing a school uniform. Tang Qing smiled. It seemed that she was still in the same school, but she shouldn't be in the third year of high school. Otherwise, she wouldn't fail to recognize him.

"Grandpa, who is this?"

"A distinguished guest. You look at the store first, and I will mount this picture." The old man said.

"Oh."

When the old man arrived in the backyard, he didn't know, there was a tinkling sound and the sound of a cutting machine.

Tang Qing didn't go to see either.

That is the craftsmanship of others, which is a taboo.

The woman was doing her homework at the front desk on her own.

It's nice to have grandpa here.

Tang Qing couldn't help but think of his grandfather. There is an old man in the family. If there is a treasure, it is a pity that both grandparents and grandparents have already driven to the west. Tang Qing feels a little bit sad when he thinks of all the things here and before.

Tang Qing did not wait silly, but went outside to buy some snacks and gave it to Xiao Ke. The two chatted because of this. It turned out that she was really a school girl, a sophomore in high school, a liberal arts student, and her parents died young. , Living with grandparents, a very strong girl.

Time slowly passed.

After one hour.

The old man took out the framed picture.

Forty times sixty frame.

Tang Qing took a closer look and found that the frame was exquisitely made, and he was very satisfied.

"Boss, how much is it?" Tang Qing wrapped the painting in paper and tied it up.

"Just charge you a cost price, six thousand three." The old man looked at Tang Qing a little nervously, six thousand three, not a small amount.

Tang Qing exchanged seven thousand renminbi from his pocket, counted out seven, and passed them directly.

"give."

Seeing Tang Qing turned to leave, the old man hurriedly asked: "Little brother, I don't know if you have any paintings to sell?" They mount the paintings here, but they can also sell them on their behalf. I asked Tang Qing not because of the money, but because of him. Those who love painting want to take a closer look at Tang Qing's other works.

"Sorry, my paintings are only given away, not sold." Tang Qing refused.

The old man felt much better for Tang Qing in an instant.

This reason.

He accepted.

"It was me who was abrupt. If you have any paintings to mount in the future, you will come here at a cost price." This is also a respect for art.

"No problem, thank you in advance."

Out of this shop.

Tang Qing took a taxi to Lin Jiaxue's house.

Ring the doorbell.

Once in the door.

There is no surprise, but there is one.

The light bulb Xi Shan was there again.

"Why are you still here?" Tang Qing muttered.

"Why can't I be here, lest you bully Jiaxue?" Xi Shan said irritably, being treated as a superfluous thing, it's strange to be happy.

"Why?" Tang Qing said embarrassedly, he really planned to'bully' his wife.

Xi Shan didn't bury him again, looking at the picture frame in Tang Qing's hand and asked, "What are you holding? The bag is so tightly packed."

"A painting." Tang Qing said and walked in.

Lin Jiaxue was watching TV, and when she saw Tang Qing, she got up and poured tea.

Sit down together.

Tang Qing handed the painting over: "Jia Xue, it's for you."

"What is this?" Lin Jiaxue wondered.

"Open it and take a look." Tang Qing said.

Lin Jiaxue did not tear the package, but carefully untied the rope and slowly opened the package paper.

Look at the contents of the scroll.

Lin Jiaxue was covering her mouth, her heart trembled even if she was a little prepared, she raised her head to see Tang Qing's eyes flashed deeply, her face slowly filled with tenderness.

"Did you paint?" Lin Jiaxue gently stroked the scroll through the glass.She actually had the answer in her heart. Tang Qing's painting technique was seen during the last dinner. It was really admirable. Seeing the beautiful and moving herself in front of her, Lin Jiaxue absolutely loved this painting.

"Well, I sent it to you as soon as it was mounted, do you like it?" Tang Qing said.

"I like it, I like it very much." Lin Jiaxue held the picture frame with a sparkle in her eyes.

"Do you have any nails in your house? I see where it fits." Tang Qing got up and was going to look for nails.

Lin Jiaxue hurriedly stopped and said: "Don't hang it, just put it on the side of my bed."

"That's fine too."

Xi Shan, who just went to wash the fruit, also saw it: "Wow, you can still paint?"

"Of course, how else would you be worthy of our Jiaxue." Tang Qing said with a smug look.

"Why don't you draw a picture for me?" Xi Shan instantly changed her face and pleaded, and she also sighed in her heart that Lin Jiaxue was so destined to have such a versatile, handsome and golden boyfriend, oh no, fiance.

"Next time, there are no tools today." Tang Qing declined.

"Oh."

Xi Shan can only write down this promise first.

Then Tang Qing sat down and kissed the pretty face of the beautiful woman next to him.

"You, you, I'm still here, Jiaxue, don't care about you." Xi Shan was violently hit by thunder.

"..." Lin Jiaxue didn't object, just lowered her head silently.

Tang Qing had been fed dog food for so many years by Xi Shan and her husband in his previous life, and he returned well in this life.

"You... I'm going to do my homework." Xi Shan also did not see clearly, and returned to Lin Jiaxue's room angrily.

Without outsiders, Tang Qing didn't care about anything. If no one was enjoying this rare time, Lin Jiaxue also became more enthusiastic than usual.

Just don't let it go.

But in no hurry, it's only been more than a month, and he can still bear it.

PS: Brush the presence of the heroine.