After Xin Xiaomeng finished speaking, he directly bought the painting and asked people to wrap it.

Although this painting was said by Xin Xiaomeng to be very magical, many people were moved, but this is Zhang Yuanbao's painting, and now he is standing next to Xin Xiaomeng, and it can be seen that he doesn't want anyone to compete for this painting, and naturally no one will compete with Xin Xiaomeng.

Zhang Yuanbao took Xin Xiaomeng to a separate tea room to drink tea, and there was a easel in the tea room.

"You usually paint here?" In Xin Xiaomeng's mind, Zhang Yuanbao is really not such a literary person.

Zhang Yuanbao pulled Xin Xiaomeng and walked to the easel, next to the easel is a window, and outside the window is the commercial street of Haicheng, condescending, with a wide field of vision, which has a unique taste.

Zhang Yuanbao said to Xin Xiaomeng with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Yes! I didn't expect you to appreciate my work so much, this painting is not cheap! Three million, you are willing to pay for it." ”

"I don't pay for what I can do, Si Mo said that about me, I'm embarrassed, I'm just an ordinary person, down-to-earth aesthetics, how can I understand those abstract paintings!

I used psychological hypnosis to forcibly explain it, I have to buy this painting, otherwise where it hangs, people will definitely know that there is something wrong with what I said after looking at it for a long time. ”

Xin Xiaomeng is also very helpless, she doesn't want to pay this money, this painting can be appreciated, and it is really uncomfortable to look at it for a long time.

"Isn't it that you contain powerful spiritual energy, very connotative, and you won't lose money if you buy it, and you still have my signature on it!"

Xin Xiaomeng glanced at Zhang Yuanbao and said to him: "I feel that your life is not bitter! Why is this painting so bitter! Your parents are affectionate, and you are an only child, and the peach blossoms are also prosperous."

Could it be that I was once abandoned, and then I was very uncomfortable, I painted this picture, this painting is back to you, don't hang it out, I look at it and feel strange and uncomfortable, when Si Mo is there, I don't know how to explain, comment, my brain is excited, I can only talk nonsense.

The most classic thing about this painting is that it incorporates spiritual power, and the spiritual power is so mysterious that people can't understand it at all. ”

Xin Xiaomeng couldn't figure out what setbacks Zhang Yuanbao could have, and it would be smooth.

Zhang Yuanbao took the letter Xiaomeng handed over to paint, and put the frame on the table.

I dismantled the frame, took out the paper inside, tore the paper in a few clicks, and threw the broken paper in the trash.

"You don't have to be like this, right! Actually, it's okay to appreciate it occasionally, maybe I don't appreciate it very well, your painting has been hanging for so long, and no one else feels uncomfortable. ”

All this was too unexpected for Xin Xiaomeng, and Xin Xiaomeng didn't have time to stop it, she thought that Zhang Yuanbao tore up the painting because she didn't want it.

"Actually, this painting is a work of mine for many years, and I was in a bad mood at that time, so I'll paint a happy picture for you again! Or I'll paint a portrait of you!" Zhang Yuanbao said to Xin Xiaomeng.

"Why don't you paint a landscape that you want to paint? The previous one was good, and now the cityscape outside the window is fine, and this is also my portrait, I hang it in the room, it feels like someone is looking at me, it's uncomfortable." ”

Zhang Yuanbao nodded, took the brush and began to paint, painting the landscape of the previous painting.

Xin Xiaomeng took out her mobile phone and played a somewhat relaxed classical music, and said to Zhang Yuanbao: "Although I can't play a piece of music for you at this time, I can still play a piece of music for you." ”

The corners of Zhang Yuanbao's mouth were raised, his eyes were bent into crescent moons, and he was full of smiles, so Xin Xiaomeng moved a small stool and sat behind Zhang Yuanbao and watched him draw.

Zhang Yuanbao is indeed versatile, Xin Xiaomeng actually didn't believe that Zhang Yuanbao could paint like that, but Zhang Yuanbao really painted it.

It's still the same scenery, but the realm is completely different, this painting has a warm feeling, it makes people happy when they see it, and it's a very comfortable painting, which is even better than before.

Xin Xiaomeng is very satisfied with this painting, and it must be excellent to hang it in her bedroom, very good.

Xin Xiaomeng can vaguely feel that part of Zhang Yuanbao's qi entered the paper with the brush, this painting is very sad, it doesn't hurt to paint occasionally, if you paint like this for a long time, it is not good for your health.

Xin Xiaomeng thinks that Zhang Yuanbao should also be able to paint in ink, this painting has a very Chinese charm and is very powerful.

The painting lasted about an hour or so, and Zhang Yuanbao hung the painting on the table.

Very smug said to Xin Xiaomeng: "How is it, this painting is still satisfied." ”

"I'm very satisfied, it's a bit amazing! I've never seen you show off your talent before!"

"It's good to like it, I can't let your three million lose! I saw that the villain you painted before is quite good-looking, and the painting skills should not be bad, there are ink paints here, do you want to show you what you are good at!"

If Zhang Yuanbao's level is average, Xin Xiaomeng will definitely show it, but Zhang Yuanbao's painting skills are so clever that Xin Xiaomeng is a little embarrassed to show it, and she is still showing her most proud ink painting.

But the direct refusal seems to be too cowardly for Xin Xiaomeng, who once studied gouache painting.

"As the saying goes, there is no end to learning, where is the advantage of people and animals, is learning, but I have never painted gouache painting, I will do this! I imitate the gouache painting you just painted, and I also followed a gouache painting, and I have just learned a lot.

You seem to know how to play an instrument! I saw that there was a guitar here, and you just gave me the whole music, which suited the situation. ”

Xin Xiaomeng doesn't want to do the whole ink painting! If this is too far away, it will be a shame.

Anyway, she insisted that she had never painted, even if there was a gap, Zhang Yuanbao had nothing to say.

Zhang Yuanbao smiled very dotingly, came over with the guitar, adjusted the strings, and played gently.

The music was very melodious, accompanied by the sound of the guitar, Zhang Yuanbao sang in a low voice: "My favorite girl!"

The breeze brought you to me

Your hair kissed me softly on the cheek

You know my love

You know my feelings

Do you know my heart。。。。。。。 ”

This song is a new song, Xin Xiaomeng has never heard it, Zhang Yuanbao sings very affectionately, with a trace of sweetness in the singing, the entrance is sweet, as if it can enter people's hearts.

The music was sweet, Zhang Yuanbao was beside Xin Xiaomeng and sang softly to Xin Xiaomeng, and his deep voice was indescribably good.

After a song, Xin Xiaomeng said to Zhang Yuanbao while painting: "You sing well, you have worked hard, when you released a record, if you had the current level, you would have been popular a long time ago." ”

"You've heard my old records!"

"You became popular after participating in "The Chosen One", and netizens turned it out, I didn't just go to appreciate it, and I understood at that time, why are you not popular, and you are only popular by various Internet celebrity girlfriends. ”

"I'm obviously popular because of my rich father, what nonsense are you talking about. ”

"Okay, okay, I said the wrong thing, but don't sing, you affect me a little bit like this, you can't calm down and paint, you can't affect my creation. ”

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