Soon, all the twelve paintings that Han Fan had spent a morning painting were given away.

This also greatly increased Han Fan's confidence, with his three-inch incorruptible tongue, all kinds of flickers, and almost even flickered with a baby.

However, as people leave, no one accepts it anymore.

After all, this painting is so abstract, I really can't see any art, so Han Fan himself doesn't know what he paints, except for the first one, he is basically letting go of his own painting style in the back.

Things can never be smooth sailing, and it is not easy for me to be able to send out thirteen paintings, most of which are taken by the uncle.

I don't know if the uncle sold it as scrap.

"System, those thirteen are sent. Han Fan asked.

"Respected bronze host, two of them don't count, there are already uncles who have thrown them in the trash. The system responded truthfully.

How could the task be completed so easily.

"Hey, Uncle is not kind. The corners of Han Fan's mouth twitched.

With the departure of the people around him, Han Fan's part also became depressed again.

Han Fan was also worried, there were still nine pieces that had not been sold, and if he continued at this pace, this task would definitely not be completed.

After eight o'clock, most of them were home, and there were still people who could hang out outside, those who worked the night shift, but they didn't care about any art.

Looking at the abstract painting in front of him, Han Fan unconsciously laughed out of the pig cry, to be honest, what the hell is he painting, anyway, one horizontal, one vertical and one bend, change the paint, and a painting will be done.

I really can't stand it.

"Whew, it seems that I still have to paint seriously. ”

After painting so many paintings, Han Fan also grasped a little trick.

It seems that you can't focus on giving away your paintings, only your own paintings look artistic, so naturally someone will come to you to ask for paintings.

Han Fan also sat down peacefully, ignoring the sounds around him, and devoted himself to the painting in front of him.

Gradually, one picture after another appeared in my mind, not any of the pictures I had seen, but my own experience.

Although it is very bland, it is also comfortable.

Because of the change in his own physique, his brain is also spinning very quickly, and the strength of his pen is just right.

I painted several pictures in a row before I found a smooth feeling, and I am now a little white, and it took others a lifetime to have so many paintings to be handed down to future generations.

And it's only been half a day since I've been in contact with this, so it's impossible to catch up with their level.

Therefore, the dullness is what he can best embody.

Depicted stroke by stroke, Han Fan's heart became more and more calm, and the noise around him seemed to disappear, and his whole body was immersed in it.

A picture scroll in memory keeps emerging in my mind, becoming clearer and clearer.

Paintbrushes flutter across the canvas like sprites.

Gradually, a complete picture appeared in the eyes of the public.

Han Fan looked at the painting in front of him, and the corners of his mouth rarely showed a heartfelt smile, although it was not very good-looking, it was still so lame, but it was much better than before.

"Young man, you're a good drawer. ”

"It's okay, auntie, do you like this?"

"I like it, but this one is too good, it looks like a family of nine. ”

Han Fan smiled silently.

"Auntie, if you like it, I'll give it to you. ”

"That's embarrassing. ”

"I just draw casually, and it's my honor to be liked by you, auntie. ”

"Young man, thank you, and let the two bastards at home take a look. ”

"You're welcome. ”

Han Fan gently took the drawing paper off the drawing board and carefully delivered it to the eldest lady.

After sending the eldest lady away, Han Fan looked at the blue sky from afar, his thoughts drifting, but he soon returned to his original state.

Taking advantage of the inspiration now, Han Fan also painted for two hours and painted the remaining paintings.

It's time for the children to go to class soon, and in the middle of the task, remind yourself that you can't give up halfway, otherwise the task will not be completed.

At around 2:20 p.m., parents sent their children home one after another.

At this time, Han Fan also continued to shout.

"Don't miss it when you pass by, you deserve to have the paintings of future masters, and they will be given away for free for a limited time. ”

At noon, some parents had seen Han Fan's works and left here without looking back, after all, Han Fan's abstract paintings really couldn't be appreciated, and they were laughed at by their families when they took them back.

However, there are also some people who still like to join in the fun and gather together, and some people are purely the kind of people who don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement.

"Yo, the young man is good at painting, and he looks much better than at noon. ”

"This painting is kind of a person's drawing. ”

......

If you can't speak, you can say less, he's not a human being, are you a human being?

However, it is also a joy to hear praise from others.

"Haha, I changed my style, and I still give it away for free, so I should keep a souvenir, maybe there will be some reward in the future. ”

Han Fan also threw out the temptation, if he didn't sell these paintings, could he still wait for the night, the black light was blind, who would come to see it, and the task would really not be completed by then.

"Then bring me a picture, it's the big yellow dog, it's very similar to my majestic general. "An aunt also took a fancy to a painting of a big yellow dog.

"Okay. Han Fan's face was also happy.

The people around him also danced when they heard the wind.

"Bring me one. ”

"Give it to me too. ”

"I want this little girl. ”

The enthusiasm of the people around me is even higher than before, and it also saves me a lot of tongue, and sure enough, there is no shortage of people to appreciate real art.

When all three paintings he painted were sent out, someone also asked Han Fan to paint his own self-portrait.

Sure enough, people like their own image after all.

It's not that much like it, but it's a silhouette of someone.

Until three or four o'clock in the afternoon, all five self-portraits were also sent out.

The last two are still to be given away.

Just as Han Fan was about to paint the last two paintings, a young man walked up to Han Fan's side.

The man looked to be in his twenties, dressed very fashionably, and wore all kinds of jewelry.

But there was contempt in his eyes.

"Boy, draw one according to Ben Shao's appearance, be a little more handsome. Xu Xingtong said arrogantly.

Han Fan glanced at him and said very naturally, "Yes, sit down." ”

"Hurry up, the painting is good-looking, and Ben will reward you with 10,000 yuan less." ”

Han Fan didn't speak, nodded indifferently, and immediately began to paint.

Good boy, even crazier than yourself, seeing that you are so crazy, I will draw you crazy.