Shenhao starts from fishing

"Mi Xiaonuo" patted you.

"Senior, are you free on weekends? Let's go barbecue in the southern mountains together? Greedy"

This Mi Xiaonuo was a student in the studio when Ding Shuo was teaching at the Art Test School. He often took a group of boys over the wall in the middle of the night to go to the Internet cafe to open the dark. Later, after his patient training, he was successfully admitted to the Qinghe Academy of Fine Arts. Naturally, she became a little fan of her own.

When she is okay, she often goes to the gallery to help herself and cheats on food and drink by the way.

In this regard, Ding Shuo has long been used to it.

He was too lazy to type, and returned a voice: "No time..."

Mi Xiaonuo quickly came back: "Oh, senior, you can help..."

As a single dog guarding the vacant room alone, Ding Shuo couldn't stand the girl acting like a baby. He only felt a tingling scalp, and then asked, "Who is it?"

Mi Xiaonuo replied: "Just a few sisters in my dormitory, but they all bring boyfriends, don't you say this is a bully? I don't want to be a light bulb alone."

Ding Shuo took a sip of scented tea: "Hehe, I'm not your boyfriend."

Mi Xiaonuo continued to act like a baby: "I'm all friends, so I should do a favor. I'll tell you a secret..."

Ding Shuo was taken aback, a trace of curiosity rose in his heart: "Huh? What's the secret?"

"Then you promise me first and accompany me to barbecue in the southern mountainous area on weekends, and I'll tell you." Mi Xiaonuo said mysteriously, selling Guanzi on purpose.

"Cut~~ Don't talk about pulling it down." Ding Shuo helped his glasses. Anyway, he couldn't be interested in the lace news of these girls. Either this one has a crush on the other, or the other betrayed this again...

"Tang Keer cheated again..." Mi Xiaonuo sent a few words and quickly withdrew.

"Isn't the guy I saw very good last time? He is handsome, has money at home, and is the main player in the basketball team of the School of Physical Education. Apart from blushing when he drinks, he seems to have no shortcomings, right?" Ding Shuo used The voice went back to the past, in fact, he was not surprised at all. From the time he knew Tang Keer to the present, he knew that this little fairy has changed boyfriends to more than one basketball team.

"Hey...Who knows her? Anyway, how could the three of us persuade her not to listen. Just like the devil, we love to die and come back drunk every day until the early hours of the morning. Moreover, this time the cheating has a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek and arms. It’s not a good thing to look at it with dragons and tigers."

"Does the one from the Physical Education Institute know?" Ding Shuo asked.

In his opinion, Tang Keer could only play like this at noon, because something would happen sooner or later.

After waiting for a long time, Mi Xiaonuo came back with a message: "I don't know, I won't tell you yet, they are back, see you this weekend!"

Ding Shuo glanced at the time, and it was already 12:30 unknowingly.

Although I am not hungry yet, I still have to eat on time.

He opened the takeaway software, spent 15 yuan, and ordered a flavored sausage fried rice.

Waiting for the meal, he opened an online novel in the bookshelf, voted daily, and followed the latest chapters by the way. He was shocked to find that the bald baby didn't go to bed until 5 a.m., and he added three chapters in one breath.

In addition to being moved, Ding Shuo's heart is more sad.

Glancing at his account balance, he rewarded the bald baby with 1wQD coins.

Although not much, it is enough to excite a street writer for a whole day.

After the reward, Ding Shuo left a message for the bald baby in the book review area: "Bald, come on!"

At this time, another message popped up on the phone screen, this time Zhu Daneng sent him: "Brother, the painting has been delivered."

Ding Shuo returned a message: "Okay."

After waiting for about ten minutes, his takeaway was delivered.

The proprietress also gave him an extra can of iced Coke.

Ding Shuo opened the lunch box and ate lunch slowly.

Today is Thursday.

In the afternoon, the originally empty antique street became more deserted.

There are only a handful of people who walk into Jiuxiang Lane, and most of the customers are residents who live nearby and come out to hang out.

Although the door can be closed in advance, there is nothing wrong with returning to the rental house. Ding Shuo simply stayed in the gallery to watch a movie, and stayed up until off work before getting up to pack his things and prepare to close the door.

As soon as he moved the last oil painting into the house, a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life rushed in.

The other party wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked, "Boss, are you collecting pictures here?"

Ding Shuo can easily see from the chaotic goatee of the other party that the other party is also engaged in art, so he nodded: "Come on, if it is convenient, you can take the painting to the store and have a look."

Goatee took out a mobile phone from his pocket, opened the photo album, flipped it through, and showed it to Ding Shuo: "There are about a dozen of them, and they are all the works I am most satisfied with when I go out sketching these years. They will never be sold."

Ding Shuo glanced at the other party's bloodshot eyes, took the other party's phone, and saw the other party's shots, his face was a little shocked: "Are you painting these?"

"Well, I drew it." The goatee nodded, and his haggard face was full of expectation, hoping that Ding Shuo could give a suitable price. It can be seen that he really needs the money.

Ding Shuo flipped through several times, and they were all mountain and wild scenery common in sketches.

Although it was through photos, Ding Shuo was shocked as he watched.

He thinks that his oil painting has reached the level of a teacher, but compared with the other party, his painting is no different from the graffiti of kindergarten children.

Especially the other party's handling of details, let Ding Shuo open his eyes.

Even the branches scribbled in two or three strokes seem to have a soul, making people feel the emptiness and solitude in the wilderness.

Seeing that Ding Shuo hadn't spoken for a long time, his goatee swallowed and couldn't help asking: "Boss, how much can you pay for such a painting?"

"The paintings are pretty good, what size are your paintings?" Ding Shuo returned the phone to the other party.

The goatee quickly replied: "Most of them are 60*80, and some are 80*120 and 50*60."

"Such a size, with an average of each picture, I can at most give you the price "✌️"..." Ding Shuo said, stretching out two fingers.

"two hundred?"

There was a little disappointment on the goatee’s face. There are also seven or eight galleries on this antique street. He has basically asked about every one of them. Some only accept line paintings instead of his original sketches, or The price given is very low, two hundred one, I love to sell it or not.

"No, no, no..." Ding Shuo smiled and shook his head. Although the opponent may not be well-known, this technique and strength must not be underestimated, and it has reached the master's level, "Two thousand one."

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