"Mi Xiaonuo" patted you.

"Senior, are you free on the weekend? Let's go to the southern mountains for barbecue?/Gluttony"

This Mi Xiaonuo is a student in the studio when Ding Shuo was teaching at the art examination school, and often took a group of boys to go over the wall to the Internet café in the middle of the night to open the black, and later after his patient training, he was successfully admitted to the Qinghe Academy of Fine Arts, and naturally became his little fan sister.

When she is usually fine, she often runs to the gallery to help herself, and cheats on food and drink by the way.

Ding Shuo has long been accustomed to this.

He didn't bother to type, and replied with a voice: "No time......"

Mi Xiaonuo quickly replied: "Oh, senior, can you help......"

As a single dog who stays alone in an empty room, Ding Shuo can't stand the girl being coquettish with him, he only feels a tingle on his scalp, and asks again: "Who are they?"

Mi Xiaonuo replied: "Just a few sisters in my dormitory, but they all have boyfriends, don't you think this is bullying? ”

Ding Shuo took a sip of flower tea: "Hehe, I'm not your boyfriend." ”

Mi Xiaonuo continued to be coquettish: "It's all friends, just do it a favor, it's a big deal, I'll tell you a secret......"

Ding Shuo was stunned for a moment, and a trace of curiosity rose in his heart: "Hmm, what secret?"

"Then you promise me first, accompany me to the southern mountains for barbecue on the weekend, and I will tell you. Mi Xiaonuo deliberately sold Guan Zi and said mysteriously.

"Cut~~ Don't say pull down. Ding Shuo lifted his glasses, anyway, he didn't have any interest in the lace news of these girls, either he had a crush on that or he betrayed this again......

"Tang Ke'er split his legs again......" Mi Xiaonuo sent a few words, and quickly withdrew.

"Isn't the boy I saw last time very good? He is handsome, his family is rich, and he is the main force of the basketball team of the School of Physical Education, except for blushing when he drinks, he doesn't seem to have any shortcomings, right?" Ding Shuo replied with a voice, in fact, he was not surprised at all, from the time he met Tang Keer to the present, just what he knew, this little goblin changed boyfriend There is more than one basketball team.

"Hey...... Who knows about her, anyway, the three of us didn't listen to how she persuaded her, and it was like following the devil, the death of love, and the drunken return of playing until the early hours of the morning every day, and this time the leg splitting this monkey with a sharp beak and a dragon and a tiger tattoo on his arm is not a good thing at first glance. ”

"Does the one from the Physical Education Academy know?" asked Ding Shuo.

In his opinion, Tang Keer can only play like this at noon, because something will happen sooner or later.

After waiting for a long time, Mi Xiaonuo came back with a message: "I definitely don't know, hey, I won't tell you first, a few of them are back, see you on the weekend!"

Ding Shuo glanced at the time, and it was already half past twelve before he knew it.

Although I am not hungry, I still have to eat on time.

He opened the takeaway software, spent 15 yuan, and ordered a flavored sausage fried rice.

While waiting for dinner, he opened a web novel on the shelf, voted daily, and watched the latest chapters by the way, only to be shocked to find that the bald baby didn't sleep until more than 5 o'clock in the morning, and added three more chapters to himself in one go.

In addition to being moved, Ding Shuo was more sad in his heart.

Glancing at his account balance, he rewarded the bald baby with another 1wQD coin.

It's not much, but it's enough to excite a street-fighting author for a whole day.

After the reward, Ding Shuo left a message for the bald baby in the book review area: "Bald, come on!"

At this time, another message popped up on the mobile phone screen, this time it was Zhu Daneng who sent him: "Brother, the painting has been delivered." ”

Ding Shuo replied with a message: "Okay." ”

After waiting for about ten minutes, his takeaway was delivered.

The proprietress also gave him an extra can of cold Coke.

Ding Shuo opened the lunch box and ate his lunch slowly.

Today is Thursday.

In the afternoon, the already empty antique street becomes even more deserted.

There are only a handful of people who walk into Jiuxiang Lane, and most of the customers are residents who live nearby and come out to hang out.

Although it can be closed early, there is nothing to do when he goes back to the rental house, so Ding Shuo simply stayed in the gallery and watched a movie, and stayed up until it was time to get off work, then he got up to pack his things and prepare to close.

As soon as he moved the last oil painting into the house, a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life hurriedly ran in.

The other party wiped the beads of sweat on his head, and asked, "Boss, do you collect paintings here?"

Ding Shuo could not be difficult to see from the other party's messy goatee that the other party was also engaged in art, so he nodded: "Accept it, if it's convenient, you can take the painting to the store to take a look." ”

Goatee took out a mobile phone from his pocket, opened the photo album, flipped through it a few times, and showed it to Ding Shuo: "There are about a dozen, all of which are the most satisfying works I have been sketching over the years, if I wasn't in a hurry to use the money, I would never take them out and sell them." ”

Ding Shuo glanced at the other party's bloodshot eyes, took the other party's mobile phone, and saw the pictures taken by the other party, his face showed a little shock: "You drew these these?"

"Well, I drew it. The goatee nodded, his haggard face full of anticipation, hoping that Ding Shuo could give a suitable price, and it could be seen that he really needed the money.

Ding Shuo flipped over a few times in a row, all of which were common mountain scenery in sketching.

Although it was appreciated through the photos, the more Ding Shuo looked at it, the more shocked he became.

He thinks that his oil painting has reached the level of a teacher, but compared with the other party, his painting is no different from the graffiti of kindergarten children.

Especially the other party's handling of the details, which opened Ding Shuo's eyes.

Even the branches scribbled by three or two strokes seem to have a soul, making people feel the emptiness and loneliness of the field.

Seeing that Ding Shuo didn't speak for a long time, Goatee swallowed his saliva and couldn't help asking, "Boss, how much money can you give for such a painting?"

"The drawings are all very good, what size are your paintings?" Ding Shuo handed the phone back to the other party.

Goatee hurriedly replied: "Most of them are 60*80, and a few are 80*120 and 50*60." ”

"With this size, if you average each piece, I can give you this price at most" ✌️ "......" Ding Shuo said, stretching out two fingers.

"Two hundred?"

Goatee showed a little disappointment on his face, there are seven or eight galleries on this antique street, basically every one of them he has asked, some only accept paintings, and directly do not accept his original sketches, or the price is very low, two hundred paintings, love to sell or not.

"No, no, no......" Ding Shuo shook his head with a smile, although the other party may not be famous, but this technique and strength should definitely not be underestimated, and it has completely reached the level of a master, "Two thousand paintings." ”

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