After exchanging words with foreign friends, Phnom Rim Glasses turned to Wu Chengfeng and said, "Our boss said that he admires your paintings very much and wants to pick two to bring back to China." ”

Wu Chengfeng was overjoyed, he never expected that there would be foreigners who liked his paintings. In this way, art knows no borders. Wu Chengfeng hurriedly nodded and said, "You can pick whatever you want, all the paintings are twenty yuan a piece!"

Phnom Penh Eye Glasses spoke to the foreign friend in a foreign language again, and the foreign friend nodded, and he squatted on the ground and carefully selected the paintings.

Wu Chengfeng noticed that the attitude of gold-rimmed glasses towards foreign friends was particularly respectful. When the foreign friends were picking paintings, the look of the gold-rimmed glasses was very cautious, and he glanced around from time to time, as if he was worried that someone would be unfavorable to the foreign friend. Wu Chengfeng laughed in his heart, now that Chinese society is so good, he thinks that gold-rimmed glasses are completely making a fuss, or it can be said that he is worrying about the sky.

Foreign friends selected for a while, and he fell in love with a "Red Plum Picture" painted by Wu Chengfeng, and a fan of morning glories. The foreign friend took these two things and exchanged with the gold-rimmed glasses, the gold-rimmed glasses nodded, took out his wallet, took out a hundred hundred yuan bills and handed them to Wu Chengfeng. After Wu Chengfeng asked for change for gold-rimmed glasses, he left with his foreign friends.

"Xiao Feng, I said you painted well a long time ago. You see, even foreigners like your paintings!" Yu Qiuxiang said excitedly.

"Hehe!" Wu Chengfeng smiled and said, "Maybe this foreigner has never seen our Chinese ink paintings, he is just curious!"

"I don't think so!" Yu Qiuxiang said: "Just the aura of that foreigner just now gave me a strong sense of oppression, I think she must be a well-informed person!"

"Okay! Besides, I won't be able to go to work in time!Let's go back quickly!" Wu Chengfeng finished speaking, hurriedly packed up the paintings, and left the commercial street with Yu Qiuxiang.

After Wu Chengfeng went back, he started a live broadcast as usual, painting and selling paintings, although he gradually accumulated some popularity, but the paintings he painted still did not sell much. Wu Chengfeng felt that since he couldn't sell for money, he simply stopped selling paintings in the live broadcast room, he only painted in the live broadcast room, and looked at the growing fans, and felt a little comforted.

Half a month passed in a blink of an eye, Wu Chengfeng didn't rest this month, he took this month's rest together, and took advantage of the weekend to return to his long-lost hometown with Yu Qiuxiang.

When Wu Chengfeng returned home, his parents were not at home, and he made a phone call to find out that his parents had gone to work in the housing team and would not be able to come back until the evening. Wu Chengfeng looked at the empty home, he was a little bitter, his father was in his early fifties, and his mother was nearly fifty years old. Wu Chengfeng's two failed marriages not only emptied their family funds, but also had some foreign debts. Wu Chengfeng's parents couldn't bear to let Wu Chengfeng be alone, they still wanted to find a daughter-in-law for Wu Chengfeng. But now the bride price is rising, Wu Chengfeng's parents in order to save enough bride price as soon as possible, no matter how windy or rainy, they refuse to rest, and insist on going to work on the construction site to earn money. Wu Chengfeng knew that everything his parents did was for him. Wu Chengfeng thought that when his parents reached this age, they would have to work on the construction site for him, Wu Chengfeng was very self-blaming, and tears slipped down unconsciously

At about seven o'clock in the evening, the sky gradually darkened, and Wu Chengfeng's parents rode back home. Wu Chengfeng saw that his parents were covered in cement, and a few short hairs were inadvertently exposed in their hair, Wu Chengfeng was worried, he endured the discomfort in his heart, and after his parents washed, he sat with his parents to eat and chat.

The next day, Wu Chengfeng's parents went to work at the construction site as usual, and Wu Chengfeng was the only one left in the family. Wu Chengfeng played with his mobile phone in the house for a while, he felt a little bored, so he moved a small chair and sat on the doorstep steps to read a book. Wu Chengfeng read "The Mustard Seed Garden Painting", a set of four books, which Wu Chengfeng bought from the Internet for 55 yuan a few years ago, and has always kept it at home. Wu Chengfeng saw the map of mountains and rocks today, and he carefully referred to the brainchild of his predecessors and learned from it. I don't know how long I watched it, Wu Chengfeng felt that his neck was a little sore, so he raised his head and moved his neck. Suddenly, Wu Chengfeng found that a puff of black smoke rose from the village, soaring into the sky. Wu Chengfeng was a little puzzled in his heart, it was summer now, and there was no need to heat the firewood at all, besides, the firewood would not emit such a big smoke. Wu Chengfeng couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart, he dropped the book, walked out of the house, and walked in the direction of the smoke. Wu Chengfeng walked two streets, and he saw that the black smoke came from the house of villager Wu Zhanlou. Wu Zhanlou has a son named Wu Xiaojun. Wu Xiaojun is two years younger than Wu Chengfeng, and they also played poker together during the Chinese New Year a few years ago.

When Wu Chengfeng arrived at the door of Wu Zhanlou's house, he saw seven or eight people from the village standing at the door. The iron gate of Wu Zhanlou's house was closed, and someone banged on the door hard, but there was no reaction from inside.

"Uncle Liguo, what's going on?" Wu Chengfeng asked a villager named Wu Liguo.

"I don't know!" Wu Liguo said anxiously: "With such a big smoke coming out of the Zhanlou family, it must be on fire." We knocked on the door for a while, but there was no response at all, and we didn't know if Zhanlou was at home!"

Wu Chengfeng listened to Wu Zhanlou's words, he looked around and saw a paulownia tree behind the house. Wu Chengfeng's eyes lit up, and he said, "I'll go to the house from the tree to have a look!"

After Wu Chengfeng finished speaking, he ran to the paulownia tree with a smoke. Wu Chengfeng saw that this paulownia tree was about waist thick, and Wu Chengfeng hadn't climbed the tree for a long time. However, now that the situation was urgent, he did not hesitate, lowered his head and spat on the palm of his left hand, he held the tree with both hands, hooked the tree with his two feet, and climbed up flexibly along the tree. Soon, Wu Chengfeng arrived at the eaves position. Wu Chengfeng stepped on the eaves and came to the roof.

The roofs of the houses in the northern countryside are generally flat, and in the harvest season, the newly harvested grain can be carried to the roof to dry.

Wu Chengfeng walked to the edge of the room, and he saw black smoke coming out of the north room of Zhanlou's house. Wu Chengfeng was worried that there were people in the house, so he hurriedly walked down the stairs to the door. Wu Chengfeng didn't have time to think about it, and reached out to push open the door of the room.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Wu Chengfeng was caught off guard, choking on the smoke gushing out of the room, coughing violently, and tears coughed out. Wu Chengfeng glanced into the room, he saw that the room was wrapped in smoke, and he couldn't see the situation inside, and he didn't know if there was anyone. Wu Chengfeng felt that the situation was not under the control of one person, so he hurriedly ran to the gate, opened the gate and let the villagers outside the door come in to put out the fire.