What can I say, speechless. We moved in early on Saturday and in the evening, and in the evening we were ready to buy some good food and drink to celebrate.

My mom and I came out after shopping at a supermarket not far from the community, but we didn't expect to meet my friend Yingying, who runs a gallery. She was coming out of an alley next to the supermarket, and I didn't even notice her, but she saw me first and ran over and startled me.

Yingying and I also met two years ago because of work, and since then we have become good friends who talk about everything. She is very cheerful, enthusiastic, and straightforward, which is my favorite character, so I have a common language and become good friends who can talk together.

Ying Ying told me that she had come to collect the house because a painter in the gallery had left suddenly, and there was a studio and dormitory assigned to him, and the house had to be handed over after they left.

And Yingying heard that I was living in the Blue View Apartment not far east of the crossroads, and unceremoniously offered to ask me to invite her to be a guest. Everyone has spoken, so naturally I can't refuse, but in this way, she is the only friend who knows where I live, but fortunately, Zhao Qi will never think of asking her to inquire about my residence.

When I got home, my father had already cleaned up the house neatly, and when he saw a guest coming, he warmly welcomed him and took Yingying to visit around.

I was helping my mom cook, when suddenly Ying Ying ran in and asked me excitedly, "Baby, where did the paintings on the wall in your living room come from?"

Sure enough, I paid attention to what I was doing, but I don't remember the painting on the wall: "Which one?" I asked as I stepped out to see if there was a painting.

Ying Ying grabbed me and ran to the bottom of the painting, pointed to the painting on her head and told me: "That's it, this night landscape painting, tell me where it came from." ”

Only then did I realize that there were indeed paintings on the wall, and there were two more paintings, all of which were given to me by He Yiyang: one was a portrait of me, and the other was the night sky that was privately left by Zhiye that day.

Alas, no, isn't that painting for Shiba leaves, how can it appear in my house?

"Dad, where did this painting come from?" I asked.

"It was taken out of the trunk of your car, what's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing. ”

It must have been forgotten in the trunk that day, why didn't that guy ask me for so long?

"Quietly, don't tell me this painting was picked up. Who is such a good painting so unsightly to throw away, let me know the author, immediately sign him to my gallery, hire him with a high salary. ”

This Ying Ying didn't ask clearly, so she talked to herself there.

"Wait, Yingying, you just said that you want to sign the author of this painting to you, or is it a high salary?" I looked at her a little suspiciously.

Ying Ying nodded at me with great certainty: "Well, it's a pity that you don't know who the author of this painting is." You don't know the painter who left today, I trained him for five years, and now he is so famous that he left as soon as the contract expired. I'm worried about finding someone else, Mr. Xiao also promised to accept an apprentice in our gallery, but I haven't found a suitable person yet. ”

"Mr. Xiao accepts apprentices, Mr. Xiao Yu, a well-known painting master, Mr. Xiao who can buy millions of dollars for a painting?" I confirmed.

"Yes, if it's not Mr. Xiao Yu, which teacher can be Mr. Xiao? Can other painters get into my eyes? You don't know how hard it took me to get Mr. Xiao, all kinds of connections to find someone, alas, in the end, I actually said a word to my husband and his cousin's brother-in-law, and Mr. Xiao happily agreed to teach in our gallery for two years. ”

"Huh? What kind of routine is this?"

"My husband's cousin, uncle's brother-in-law, and mother-in-law are Mr. Xiao's first love. Do you say it's a coincidence, funny or not?"

"Yes, it's mysterious enough. I said to Yingying.

"But Mr. Xiao came in July, and my apprentice is not ready yet. Ying Ying became sad again.

"I remember that you have more than one artist in the gallery, right? And it's only May, so there's no hurry. ”

"It's several, but people just accept an apprentice, and the one who left today can barely be taken care of, and I'm afraid the others don't even want to take a look. Besides, doesn't it take time to find someone?"

"Then do you really think that the author of my painting can enter the eyes of Mr. Xiao?"

"Nine times out of ten. Ying Ying's eyes were firm, "But what's the use, you don't even know who the author of this painting is." ”

Teacher Xiao accepts apprentices, and he also has a high salary, which is more than twice as strong as selling paintings on the roadside in the village, if he will become famous one day, I am still the master's Bole, can't he be grateful? I secretly snickered.