Following.

May 3rd.

Tang Qing did not go to Lin Jiaxue to play in the morning, but painted at home.

The subject is not a firearm this time, but Lin Jiaxue, who has been 'perfect' for so long, and has really never painted her. One is not enough, two, three, a lot.

There are no failed works in his hands.

The painting depicts his lover, and he does not allow himself to tear up or roll any of them up in the trash.

Because this is what he loves in this life.

After completing the largest pair, Tang Qing took it and hurriedly took a ride to the framing shop.

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

Tang Qing had never been here before, the information was collected by the command room, and he knew it as soon as he asked, and it was not far, the taxi was five or six minutes away, and it was just one street away from his school.

Seifuze.

It sounds very literary, the plaque is also very exquisite, it looks very high-end, Tang Qing kept nodding, the words are written well, and the fight we have is the material of the plaque. . . He didn't understand it at all.

I only know that it is wood.

As soon as you enter the door.

The cultural atmosphere is blowing in the face.

This is mainly for the framed hand-painted artworks, not framed photo posters and the like, the business is relatively simple, but also professional. It's just that some of the display works in the entrance hall are a bit hehe.

Tang Qing pursed his lips.

You are copying this ghost and showing it, you really feel good about yourself.

If it weren't for the fact that most of them were good works, he would have turned around and left.

An old man who looked very energetic was carving a wood carving on the counter in front of the store, but it seemed that it was just beginning, and he couldn't see what he was going to carve.

Seeing Tang Qing enter the door.

The old man stopped what he was doing.

"Hello, little brother, do you want to frame something?" the old man pushed his eyes and smiled.

The smile is very kind.

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

"Our best frame material is yellow. ”

The old man's careful explanation was interrupted by Tang Qing.

"I want it, frame it. ”

"Ah, okay. ”

I met a local tyrant.

The old man was also very happy.

As he spoke, he took the painting in Tang Qing's hand, without opening it, as soon as he touched the paper, he knew that it was a sketch.

He thought it was a young man's clumsy work, but when he opened it slowly, a beautiful woman with a fairy aura jumped on the paper, and he not only took a deep breath of cold air.

Good painter.

Good composition.

The things that can be expressed by ordinary sketches through shadows are really limited, especially when painting characters, painting old people has a more 'realistic' sense of vicissitudes than painting young people, but Tang Qing's sketches look unusually smooth, without superfluous lines, every stroke can not be missing, but it can express a woman's beauty perfectly.

It's a god.

The old man has never seen such a perfect sketch character when he is so old.

It's really a masterful level.

"Little brother, is this painted by your family?" the old man said in amazement.

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

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

Listening, Tang Qing unconsciously drifted a little.

"The master doesn't dare to be it, this is what I painted, old man, you can frame it quickly, I will add 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 face fused, and he looked at Tang Qing in shock and asked, "This is what you painted?"

"Well, trouble. Tang Qing said.

"Don't bother, don't bother, little brother, please, Xiaoke, come and pour tea for your guests." The old man hurriedly brought Tang Qing to the sofa in the corner of the hall, and greeted the backyard.

"Here we are. ”

A crisp female voice came from the backyard.

The old man smiled at Tang Qing and said, "Little brother, wait a minute, I will definitely get it for you within an hour, just increase the price, dare to ask where the little brother is taught?"

"I was self-taught. ”

"Since... Self-taught? You're a genius. The old man exclaimed.

"It's over. Tang Qing said with a smile.

At this time, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old woman walked out, wearing a school uniform, Tang Qing smiled, it seems that he is still from a school, but it should not be a senior in high school, otherwise, he will not be unrecognizable.

"Grandpa, who is this?"

"A distinguished guest. You look at the shop first, and I'll frame the painting. The old man said.

"Oh. ”

When the old man arrived in the backyard, the sound of clanging bells sounded, as well as the sound of a cutter.

Tang Qing didn't look at it either.

That's someone else's craft, and it's taboo.

The woman was doing her homework at the front desk.

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, but unfortunately, grandparents have already driven to the west, thinking of this and before, Tang Qing is a little concerned.

Tang Qing didn't wait stupidly, but went outside to buy some snacks to eat, and gave the one named Xiaoke a little, and 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, her parents died early, and she lived with her grandparents, a very strong girl.

Time passed slowly.

An hour later.

The old man took out the framed painting.

Forty by sixty frame.

Tang Qing took it and looked at it carefully, the frame was exquisitely made, and he was very satisfied.

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

"I'll charge you a cost price, six thousand three. The old man looked at Tang Qing a little apprehensively, six thousand three, which is not a small number.

Tang Qing exchanged seven thousand yuan from his pocket, counted out seven and handed them over directly.

"Give. ”

When the old man saw Tang Qing turn around to leave, he hurriedly asked, "Little brother, I don't know if you have any paintings for sale?" They framed paintings here, but they could also sell them on their behalf, and asked Tang Qing not because of money, but because he was also a lover of paintings, and wanted to take a closer look at Tang Qing's other works.

"I'm sorry, but my paintings are only given away, not sold. Tang Qing refused.

The old man instantly felt a lot better about Tang Qing.

This reason.

He accepted.

"It's me who is abrupt, if you have a painting to frame in the future, come to me, it's all the cost price. "It's also a sign of 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.

As soon as you enter the door.

There was no surprise, but there was one.

The light bulb Sissan turned out to be there again.

"Why are you still here? Tang Qing muttered.

"Why can't I be here, lest you bully Jiaxue. Xi Shan said angrily, it is strange to be happy to be regarded as superfluous.

"How could it be. Tang Qing said embarrassedly, he really planned to 'bully' his daughter-in-law.

Xi Shan didn't bury him anymore, looked at the picture frame in Tang Qing's hand and asked, "What are you holding?" ”

"A painting. Tang Qing said and walked in.

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

Sit down together.

Tang Qing handed over the painting: "Jiaxue, it's for you." ”

"What is this?" Lin Jiaxue wondered.

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

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

Look at the contents of the scroll.

Lin Jiaxue covered her mouth, even if she was a little prepared, her heart trembled, and when she looked up at Tang Qing, her eyes flashed with deep emotion, and her face was slowly filled with tenderness.

"You painted it?" Lin Jiaxue gently stroked the scroll through the glass. She actually has the answer in her heart, Tang Qing's painting skills have been seen at the last dinner, it is really admirable, seeing the beautiful and moving self in front of her, Lin Jiaxue simply loves this painting.

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

"Liked, loved it. Lin Jiaxue hugged the frame, and a trace of crystal flashed in her eyes.

"Do you have nails in your house, I see where to hang them. Tang Qing got up and prepared to find a nail.

Lin Jiaxue hurriedly stopped: "No need to hang it, just put it at the head of my bed." ”

"That's fine. ”

Xi Shan, who had just gone to wash the fruit, also saw it: "Wow, you can even paint?"

"Of course, otherwise how can you be worthy of our family's good snow. Tang Qing said with a smug face.

"Why don't you paint me a picture too?" Xi Shan's face changed instantly and pleaded, and she also secretly sighed in her heart that Lin Jiaxue had a good life, with such a versatile, handsome and golden boyfriend, oh no, fiancé.

"Next time, I don't have tools today. Tang Qing declined.

"Oh. ”

Xi Shan could only write down this promise first.

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

"You, you, I'm still here, Jiaxue, you don't care. "Xi Shan was struck by a thunderbolt.

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

Tang Qing was fed dog food by Xi Shan and her husband for so many years in her previous life, and she has to return it well in this life.

"You... I went to do my homework. Xi Shan was also out of sight, and returned to Lin Jiaxue's room in a huff.

Without outsiders, Tang Qing doesn't care about anything, as if no one is enjoying this rare time, Lin Jiaxue is also unusually enthusiastic.

It's just that I still don't let it go.

But it's not a hurry, it's only been more than a month, and he can bear it.

PS: Brush the heroine's sense of existence.