Each time you are driven away, you move to the next place, and then you continue to start, and then you get driven again, and you change places again.

This way of shooting a shot and changing places is the result of mutual compromise between the chengguan and street artists over the years.

After the band was driven out again, Enron finally got into action.

I put the easel and the other thing away, and walked up safely.

"Hello!"

The three of them had just found a new place, and before they put their things away, they saw someone saying hello, and they were still handsome boys.

They were all stunned, thinking that a fan was coming, so they nodded politely and smiled: "Hello, is there something wrong?"

Yang Yixin looked at Enron in front of him.

An Ran was also looking at Yang Yixin, her skin was not very good, a little dark, but she was young, healthy, wearing light makeup, sweat on her forehead, and her hair was a little messy when she ran back and forth.

An Ran looked at it carefully, not letting go of every detail, because this is a necessary step before painting,

Until Yang Yixin frowned, the two boys around him showed displeasure,

Only then did he smile slightly, looked at Yang Yixin and explained: "That's the case, I want to paint a picture for you, and it won't disturb you, I don't know if it's okay?"

With that, he pointed to the tool for painting.

The three of them were stunned, but they quickly reacted that there was no shortage of them on the streets of the capital.

Some people perform acrobatics, some people sing, and naturally some people make a living by painting.

It's just that most of these paintings rely on collecting commissions for painting for others, and it's really rare to take the initiative to paint for others.

"Of course you can!" Without waiting for the two boys to speak, Yang Yixin said: "It's all for dreams, and it's natural to be happy to help each other!"

An Ran smiled and thanked him, and didn't explain anything, but helped the three of them put things away, which was regarded as a thank you.

Then I found a place not far away, a small pony pier, a drawing board, three pencils, and an eraser.

Simple and crisp.

The main thing is that sketching does not require too complex tools, unlike watercolor and oil painting, which also need to adjust the colors by themselves, and the colors required for a painting may not be able to be called out by ordinary people.

When Yang Yixin and the others started to perform, An Ran also began to draw here.

It's still "Coming Home with a Smile"

An Ran looked at Yang Yixin, Yang Yixin had a smile on her face, and her usual eyes looked at it, it was not very beautiful.

But a strong, a longing, and a pursuit of dreams just right to light up the beauty of this girl.

The beauty of the soul is also a kind of beauty!

The pencil in Enron's hand began to slide, line by line, line by line began to stagger together.

From the eyes, to the face, to the smile hooked up at the corner of the mouth, the strength in the eyes, and the longing.

The sweat that sticks to the hair, the swaying youth, and the pursuit of dreams.

Don't give up, don't regret, don't retreat!

There were more and more people around, and gradually more people began to stand behind Enron.

I don't know who started it, but a red envelope was thrown into the bag that Enron used to put his sketchpad.

And then there were many more.

One piece, five cents, and the old man's head also has.

Some people listened to songs, and some people watched An Ran draw, but the reward began to enter the bag in front of An Ran, intentionally or unintentionally.

An Ran didn't care, but paid more attention to the painting in front of him and the change in Yang Yixin's expression.

At the end of the song, a boy behind Yang Yixin couldn't help but whisper: "Yixin, the money has gone to him!"

Yang Yixin also saw the bag in front of An Ran, there were several red envelopes in it, and he couldn't see the amount inside.

But they have been on the streets of the capital all year round, and they know how much this kind of red envelope is generally not too small.

And there are bits and pieces of change in it, the old man's head, almost piled up.

And the piano box in front of the three of them is estimated to be not even comparable to the change in front of An Ran.

Envy is envy, she turned her head and glared at the boy who spoke: "This proves that people have strength, Chengcheng didn't come, now that there are more people, we will continue, and our income will not be too bad today!"

The boy opened his mouth, but he didn't refute, just glanced enviously at the bag in front of An Ran.

That's a lot of money!

It's a pity that it has nothing to do with yourself!

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"This teacher, your painting is really good, can you help me paint one, I'll give three hundred!"

Looking at the paintings on Enron's drawing board, some people began to feel moved and wanted Enron to help.

Don't look at all passers-by, but for beautiful things, everyone has their own pursuit in their hearts.

It's not about art, it's about the impact on the soul.

"Yes, buddy can help me and my girlfriend draw one too, and the price is whatever you want. ”

"It's too similar, teacher, I don't need you to paint, you can sell me this painting, I'll pay a thousand!"

"Go, go, go on the side of a thousand, and I'll go out for five thousand. ”

"I'll give six thousand, teacher, you can help me draw a sketch!"

There were more and more people, and Enron just turned a deaf ear.

It's not surprising for others to see this, artists, you shouldn't have some temper, you don't have to force yourself, isn't it, is it still called an artist?

Therefore, some people put money and continued to want Enron to paint, but they also gave the price they thought was appropriate, wanting to impress Enron.

At this time, the price of the unfinished painting in Enron's hand has been speculated to 13,000.

The price was offered by a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties.

However, this price did not last long before it increased by a few points again.

"Yixin, is it really just ignored like this? He painted you, at least you have a share of the credit, right?" The boys next to Yang Yixin heard the shouts one by one, and said a little unwillingly.

"What does it have to do with me, who is he painting and not painting, concentrating on performance, isn't our income because he has a lot more than usual?" Yang Yixin said to the boy while taking advantage of the rest.

She is not wrong, although she usually listens to a lot of songs, but she doesn't give many rewards.

At this time, because of Enron, not only are there more people than usual, but even the desire to reward is greater than usual.

At this time, the boy on the other side of Yang Yixin suddenly said: "Alas, have you found a thing, usually those security guards will come to drive us away in ten minutes at most, but now we have been singing for almost half an hour, and no one has come." ”

As soon as he said this, the other two were stunned and subconsciously looked around.

"Hell knows, maybe I'm tired of hurrying!" said the other boy laughed.

"No matter, it's better not to come, so as not to change places, and you have to accumulate popularity, the opportunity is rare, be serious!" Yang Yixin ended the conversation.

The two nodded, both understanding whether this was related to the income of the three of them, or whether they would make a small amount of money first and then talk about anything else.

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"Excuse me, teacher, what do you call it?"

On the other side, An Ran had just stopped painting when a voice sounded next to him.

An Ran didn't pay attention to it, but continued to watch Yang Yixin's performance, every action, expression, and then reminiscing, pondering, and contrasting.

"This teacher, my name is Zhu Yunyan, I know me, I am a collector, and I want to buy this painting in your hand and collect it. ”

Seeing that An Ran continued to ignore himself, the person who spoke did not give up and continued.

There are many more around like him.

But he was lucky, as soon as the words fell, An Ran raised his head and looked at this person, thirty or forty years old, who was the one who shouted out ten thousand and thirteen before.

"Do you want to buy paintings?" An Ran asked with a smile.

"Yes, yes, this teacher, what do you call it?" Zhu Yunyan said with a smile when he saw that An Ran finally paid attention to himself.

These engage in art, people ignore you, that is called the artist's high level, and it is an honor to ignore you.

"My surname is An, just call me Anran!" An Ran smiled and said,

The title of teacher, in the capital, also has a meaning of honorific title for cultural people, and it used to be called master, but later the master became the title of a taxi driver.

Enron is still very clear about his catties, and he just relies on the skills temporarily given by the system to support the façade.

"Teacher An, you can ------ this painting" Zhu Yunyan pointed to the painting in front of An Ran with some embarrassment, but his tone was not subtle at all: "See if you can sell it to me, the red envelope is easy to say." ”