Nie Tianming took Zhang Qingyuan and the three of them out of the door, while his father and mother were sitting in the house, still pointing at the painting.

"Changsheng, do you see how well he paints?"

"I think it's good, you see these are petals, these are flower branches, there are shapes. ”

"It's not festive at all to paint in black and white ink, so I might as well buy it for ten dollars." ”

If Fan Jiaxuan knew Nie Tianming's mother, but the evaluation of his rich peony picture, he would definitely be half angry.

"Stack it up and put it in Tianming's room, after all, this was painted by other guests, and we can't be too lazy. ”

After Daddy Nie Changsheng heard it, he folded the dried Chinese painting in half and put it in Nie Tianming's room.

Seeing Nie Tianming taking the three old men from the corner of the alley, his mother Zhang Lanjuan pulled Nie Changsheng over and muttered about discussing things.

"Those three old men are not from the countryside at first glance, where do you say we Tianming picked up the three old men?"

"Didn't you listen to what Tianming said just now, these three people are painters, and they came to our village to collect style. ”

"Picking?"

Mother Zhang Lanjuan heard this new term for the first time, and she didn't understand it a little, but what she was most concerned about was not this.

"These three old men are going to stay at our house tonight?"

"Just live, let's live, anyway, our east house is empty, just clean up a little. ”

Nie Changsheng didn't care about this kind of thing, he knew his son, he wouldn't do a loss-making deal, let alone cause trouble for no reason.

"When I come back at noon, I must let Tianming send them away as soon as possible, these are all sixty or seventy-year-old people, if something happens to our family, I can't afford to pay for it. ”

"You just be careful, how much can three old men eat from our family?"

"When something happens to you, you will know that the dog skin plaster is good to take off. ”

Mother Zhang Lanjuan glared at Nie Changsheng fiercely, took out the woolen ball from the dustpan next to her, and began to knit a sweater for Nie Tianming for the winter.

On Nie Tianming's side, Zhang Qingyuan was squatting on the street, focusing on watching his daughter-in-law push the plate.

That daughter-in-law Nie Tianming knows and has some relatives with her own family, according to her seniority, Nie Tianming should call her aunt.

The grinding plate turned round and round, Zhang Qingyuan was immersed in the squeaking sound of the grinding plate, took out the pencil he carried with him, and sketched a woman doing work on the paper with a few hasty strokes.

The people in the village had never seen this kind of formation, and thought that Zhang Qingyuan was an old hooligan who had wandered to Nanquan Village from any village.

"What is that old man doing, you have been looking at other people's daughters-in-law for a long time. ”

There is usually no shortage of people chatting next to the grinding plate, and several other women condemned when they saw Zhang Qingyuan staring at their daughter-in-law.

And Qian Mingda and Fan Jiaxuan stood by to watch the excitement, and even joined their team.

Zhang Qingyuan either stays at home every day, or gives lectures at conferences, and shuttles to various art exhibitions, where can he cope with this kind of scene.

He looked at Nie Tianming pitifully, hoping that Nie Tianming would be able to come to the rescue.

Nie Tianming nodded, stepped forward and explained: "Auntie, this is a painter from the city, and he promised to paint a portrait for each of us." ”

"Oh, great painter?"

For these rural women who have not gone to school for a few days and do not have a high level of knowledge, painters are an unattainable existence in their hearts, and how dare they offend.

As soon as Nie Tianming spoke, everyone lined up and asked Zhang Qingyuan to paint portraits one by one.

This is an opportunity that many students and celebrities in society can't ask for, but it can be easily realized by these villagers.

Zhang Qingyuan was not angry with Nie Tianming for taking the work privately, and even he had to thank Nie Tianming for giving him such a precious opportunity.

If you make a request, eighty percent of the people here will not agree, but after Nie Tianming's mouth, the results are immediate.

The reason why he wanted to paint a portrait of this group of villagers is because these villagers have their own characteristics.

The face is full of the vicissitudes of time and the numbness to the normalcy of life, which cannot be seen in the city.

In the circle he lived in, everyone he came into contact with had a peugeot smile on his face, his clothes were always spotless, and his movements were even more tiptoeing, for fear of doing something wrong.

And all of that is fake, fake from the inside out, fake completely.

The villagers of Nanquan Village in front of me are different, they are living people, and they are the most real and vivid materials.

It took Zhang Qingyuan two hours to finish drawing all the portraits.

After all, in the village, many people are very shy and don't want others to keep an eye on them.

During this period, Qian Mingda received several phone calls, all of which were notices from the wind collection group urging him to return to Mengxin County as soon as possible.

But these three people are not little hairy children, no one can control them, and the words of the team leader are not binding on them at all.

When Zhang Qingyuan sorted out all the portraits and went down to distribute them, Nie Tianming, who was a little dozing off, suddenly heard a scream.

"What are you doing, what are you touching my hand for!"

The loud shouting was a neighbor on Nie Tianming's front street, who was in his fifties, and her husband had an accident when he was working outside, and she was paralyzed on the bed and taken care of by herself.

Maybe it was because of her husband's accident that stimulated her, and she usually quarreled with her neighbors.

Not only for trivial things, even if others don't mess with her, as long as it doesn't like the eyes, they will sneer and sneer, and then turn to scolding each other.

's mother Zhang Lanjuan was also scolded by her for a long time because she spat casually in front of her door before.

On weekdays, the big guys let her, for fear that something would be wrong, so she would be caught and scolded.

didn't know what Zhang Qingyuan did wrong just now, so she seized the opportunity.

Qian Mingda and Fan Jiaxuan, who were shouted out by her like this, and had enough level with a few old men in the corner, also hurriedly ran over.

"If you don't pay today, you won't want to leave the village. ”

Zhang Qingyuan was hugged tightly by her calves, stunned in place, not knowing what to do.

"What's going on?"

The surrounding villagers didn't see what had just happened, and they gathered around and asked the woman.

"This old man touched my hand and touched my cheek! If you don't take money today, I'll die here." ”

Nie Tianming's heart is the same as Spiegel, this is to see Zhang Qingyuan like a rich man, ready to extort money.

Rural women should not be regarded as simple women, scolding people and using foul language more harshly than men.

The woman sat on the ground with her legs straight, holding Zhang Qingyuan's calf with one hand, and slapping the ground with the other, raising a large cloud of dust.

Zhang Qingyuan clutched his belt tightly with both hands to prevent his pants from being ripped off.

Such a spectacle that stunned everyone.

The rights and wrongs are clear to everyone.

But people just don't let go, and there is no way to rectify it.

Nie Tianming saw Zhang Qingyuan's embarrassed expression, and wanted to laugh but didn't dare.

A few meters away, Qian Mingda and Fan Jiaxuan were still holding half a deck of playing cards in their hands, squatting on the ground and laughing.

"I can't live, why is my life so hard, do I deserve to be touched~"

scolded the heavens and the earth, and scolded Zhang Qingyuan from the eighteenth generation of his ancestors to all parts of his body.

“he~”

When she scolded to the emotional place, the woman reached out and blew her nose, wiped her snot on the muddy ground, stained her hand with dust, and raised her hand to wipe it all on Zhang Qingyuan's trouser legs.

Zhang Qingyuan never thought that he did good deeds, but he did something wrong, he didn't understand.

The people around him also persuaded him, but he just couldn't listen to it, and it was money when he opened his mouth and closed his mouth, and it seemed that Zhang Qingyuan was settled.

"Otherwise, let's give some money. ”

Qian Mingda was really annoyed by crying, and proposed to Nie Tianming.

Nie Tianming asked rhetorically, "You have the money?"

Qian Mingda immediately closed his mouth, reached out and tugged Fan Jiaxuan's sleeve, and asked him to quickly sit back and play cards.

"I haven't opened it yet, Tianming, you're staring at it now. ”

Nie Tianming frowned, Zhang Qingyuan said that he also brought it himself, how could he let things deteriorate.

It seems that Zhang Qingyuan doesn't pay any more, and the woman can beat people.

Without doing anything, Nie Tianming turned his head and went home.

"Tianming, you can't leave me alone. ”

Seeing Nie Tianming running away, Zhang Qingyuan wanted to die, and he shouldn't let him come to Nanquan Village by himself.

Nie Tianming returned home, loosened the chain of the caged Whine, whispered two more words in its ear, and rushed out of the door in a blink of an eye.

The vicious dog patrols the streets, and there is no one who is not afraid, and he still barks his fangs and runs wildly.

I saw a four-eyed wolf dog rushing to the mill as if it was crazy, and the neighboring villagers who were surrounding in a circle immediately scattered and fled.

The woman holding Zhang Qingyuan's calf even crawled with a roll, dropped the dustpan that was still on the stone pier, and fled home in embarrassment.