People come and go in the underpasses, and few people stop for them.

After singing, the goods silently put a dollar in the piano case.

The lead singer looked up at him, and the goods were a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, my buddy is also poor now, and I will make up for it another day." ”

The few on the other side laughed, looking at this three-piece suit and saying that they were poor, it was clearly picking.

The lead singer threw a can of beer to him: "You may not be able to see us in the future, if you want to hear us sing, get on the 'gears'!"

Gear – should be the name of a bar.

"Oh!" Junxi waved his hand holding the beer and turned to leave.

Look at the time, it's almost time to pick up the wheat.

Wheat learns children's painting downstairs, and leaves class half an hour earlier than Xiaomi.

Compared to the piano room, Junxi prefers the atmosphere of the studio.

The brightly colored children's studio is set up a bit like a fairy tale.

Walking in the corridor outside the classroom, both sides are plastered with children's self-releasing graffiti.

Junxi likes the colors here, children are always good-looking, there is not much grandma gray and no white.

There are also many children's handicrafts hanging from the roof, each of which is made with teeth and claws, grinning teeth.

It seems that this is really a child's handicraft, without the intervention of parents, children's handmade products are quite imaginative, what does not look like nothing.

Junxi thinks that children learning to draw is a different way of playing games.

The little fat man is very happy to draw in it, and he has changed five or six colored pens in this time, and the work should be quite magical.

The teaching assistant opened the door to the classroom, and the parents in the hallway walked in one after another, coming to their children's side.

He also went to Maina.

"Uncle," Wheat beckoned to his little fat hand, "Come and see my painting." ”

Junxi took three steps and two steps over: "Yes, yes, this underwater world is quite magical." ”

I seem to have heard someone say that praising a child's work can't simply say "wow", "very good" and "very beautiful...... I have to praise the specific content of his works.

Mai's face, which was still smiling just now, suddenly became a little awkward, and he said timidly: "Uncle, today we are painting the world of dinosaurs." ”

The children who were close to each other were already laughing without hesitation.

Junxi was a little embarrassed: "This is a dinosaur, not a great white whale?"

The little guy was a little nervous, and his voice became lower and lower: "Am I painting like shit again?"

Alas, look at what the former lord usually said to children, but he doesn't seem to be much better.

As soon as he got started, he picked up the painting of the little fat man: "Wheat, you are too talented, do you know why others call ugly girls dinosaurs?"

It's because it's so ugly, you can paint such ugly things so beautifully, and you really have the talent to be a painter. ”

Wheat blinked her big eyes with tears in them, "Really? It really doesn't look like shit this time." ”

It seems that the little guy has always wanted to break through the level of "shit".

"What kind of shit is like, have you ever seen such beautiful shit?" Junxi hated a little that iron does not make steel.

The little guy himself smiled: "I haven't seen it." ”

The big hand couldn't help but rub the watermelon head: "Wheat, can you give this painting to your uncle?"

Tong Mai's excited eyes lit up: "Uncle, do you like it?"

Junxi nodded in the corner of the drawing paper: "You can write your name, write it down for me seriously, and Uncle Yinuo, who will ask you to open a gallery in two days, will come to collect the paintings and see how much they can sell." ”

Wheat was a little confused, blinked, blinked, and looked at his uncle: "Can my paintings be exchanged for money?"

Uncle nodded affirmatively: "Of course, knowledge is wealth, art is treasure, remember it for me, and go to school in the future." ”

Tong Mai nodded widely, and the door of art was wide open.

After that, under the light of everyone's eyes, one big and one small thorn walked out, and Wheat's teacher was very powerful, and he also came over to praise Wheat's classroom performance.

After they left, the children in the Fantasy class were asking their parents, "Can my paintings be sold for money?"

It's early autumn, and the climate in Pujiang is still a little hot.

The wheat was too excited just now, and with the bangs of the watermelon head, this time it will be hot and sweaty.

Junxi, who still has a few hundred yuan on him, bought a cup of freshly squeezed orange juice for his child in the automatic orange juice machine.

The person who left the former lord had the money, and the three hundred yuan was still pressed on the desk by my sister yesterday morning.

But the goods were not in a hurry at all this time, and the words he just said to the wheat seemed to have given him a lot of comfort.

Junxi has already taken off his suit and threw it on the back of the chair this time, and the suit vest on his body is more temperamental.

Sitting in the rest hall, stilting Erlang's legs and wheat while sucking orange juice, while waiting for millet.

"Do you know that the program that their piano store has selected this time has been decided?"

"I haven't heard of it, but this time it seems that there are only two selection places, anyway, my family doesn't want to think about it. ”

The two mothers in the back row were chatting.

"Yes, there are only two, and one of them must be Wu Qiao's. I don't care, it's all a matter of graduating soon, and it's better not to be selected. But my girl wants to!"

"You can go if you want to, people's fathers have a lot of skills, and the little girl is also very competitive. ”

Junxi sat in the front, leaned back in his chair, and listened carefully.

It feels like I've found the reason why the girl is angry, but I didn't understand it in the end.

The two women said that half of it was not at all pleasant.

After a while, the door to Millet's piano room opened, and the little girl walked out.

He was followed by a woman in a light blue dress, with long hair and a shawl, walking towards Junxi with a gentle temperament.

For the first time, he felt a little dazed, and the one in front of him was a little fairy.

"Uncle, Mr. Guan wants to talk to you. Tong Mi felt a little nervous at this time.

In fact, as the former master, it is not the first time that he has met this teacher Guan, he knows that she is his niece's piano teacher Guan Yidan.

Teacher Guan is not particularly beautiful, but he is full of fairy spirit.

With long black and silky shawl hair, a slender snow-white swan neck, and a slender figure, he looks weak and boneless.

The former owner graduated from an art school, and I have seen a lot of such girls, and I know at a glance that she should have practiced ballet.

Junxi smiled and took the initiative to greet the teacher: "Hello Teacher Guan." ”

Teacher Guan smiled gracefully: "Hello, Uncle Xiaomi." ”

Uncle Xiaomi, why does it sound so awkward.

Teacher Guan didn't speak in a high voice: "The quality of Xiaomi's class today is not good enough, and he has not been in a state when he is practicing. ”

Junxi frowned when he heard this, it turned out that he had come to sue.

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