Chapter 109 Night Market Painting Stall

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poured two bowls of water, and when Guo Shouyun was drinking and eating, a little girl with braids, wearing a somewhat old pale red children's clothes, apple face and big eyes, looked cute, trotted all the way over and stopped in front of the middle-aged boss's stall.

"Uncle Ma, I want two pancakes!" the little girl said crisply.

"Oh, it's Nannan, you wait a minute, Uncle will make it for you right away!"

The little girl nodded vigorously, the two braids swayed, and the serious expression on her little face was cute.

It didn't take five minutes to make a pancake fruit, and under the skillful operation of a middle-aged man surnamed Ma, two pancake fruits were quickly baked.

"Beware of burning!"

The little girl tiptoed happily and carefully to take the plastic bag containing the pancake fruit, and then from the small cloth bag on the left side of the dress, she took out a somewhat crumpled ten-dollar bill very seriously and solemnly and handed it over.

"Uncle, give money!"

Looking at the dollars in Bai Nenxiao's hand, Ma Jianguo shook his head with a smile, "You don't need so much, uncle will find you money." ”

"Don't, don't!"

After the little girl's empty left hand waved a few times, her tone was hurried, and her little face was anxious: "Dad said that it is not easy for Uncle Ma to make money, and he is not allowed to make change... Goodbye Uncle Ma!"

"Wait a minute!"

Hurriedly stopped the little girl who was about to turn around and leave, Ma Youliang took out an apple from the lattice at the bottom of the table and handed it over.

"Go back and tell your dad I gave it!"

The little girl was obviously very greedy for the big apple in Ma Youliang's hand, but because of the strict relationship between the family education, she didn't dare to reach out to take it.

Seeing this, Ma Youliang walked out from behind the stall, stuffed the apple into the little girl's hand, touched her little head kindly, and comforted: "Don't worry, I'll go tell your father later, don't let him talk about you!"

"Thank you, Uncle Ma, goodbye, Uncle Ma!" the little girl hesitated for a moment, but she couldn't refuse the temptation of the food.

"Goodbye, be careful on the road!"

"Got it!"

"What a well-behaved little person, it makes people like it when they look at it!"

Looking at the small figure getting farther and farther away, Guo Shouyun couldn't help but admire.

"yes!" Ma Youliang nodded in agreement, "Nan, this kid looks like." It's a pity that his life is not good, he has no mother at a young age, and he is hungry and full in the United States with his father, alas...!"

After sighing deeply, Ma Youliang changed his words and said indignantly: "It is said that the United States is full of gold, and everyone who comes can make a lot of money, but when I got here, I found that all the dogs were released~ Fart, it is better to be in China these days." ”

Guo Shouyun glanced at him and didn't say anything. In China's reform and opening up, people's minds have changed, and they always feel that domestic is not as good as abroad, so from the late 80s to the beginning of the 21st century, from high-ranking officials and dignitaries, down to peddlers and pawns, they have been running abroad with one mind. Unfortunately, foreign countries are not the paradise they imagined, and the hidden class oppression and exploitation here are sometimes even more serious than in China.

Therefore, in the future, there was a strange phenomenon that is ridiculous and can not help but sigh: engineers are washing dishes abroad, scientists are running halls abroad, and so on. On the contrary, most of those who stayed in China have become top elites in various fields through their own efforts.

Therefore, in the vast majority of cases, it is often easier to achieve the final success by hard work than by speculation!

"Boss, we're ready too!"

After Matthew swallowed the last pancake fruit and drank half a bowl of water, Guo Shouyun stood up.

"Then you guys go slowly, welcome to the next time!"

Guo Shouyun nodded, said goodbye, and continued to walk towards the night market further back with Matthew. While taking a walk to eat, I aimlessly swept through the bookstalls, thrift stalls and food stalls next to it, and within a few minutes, this small night market was almost over.

"Huh!"

After a surprised sound, Guo Shouyun stepped forward quickly and stopped in front of a painting stall. What attracts his attention is not the usual oil paintings in the West, but the traditional Chinese ink paintings neatly placed in the stalls. Of course, calligraphy and painting are not separated, so there are a few calligraphy next to it, but there are not many of them.

In the United States, there are not many shops selling Chinese paintings and calligraphy, even in Chinatown, let alone works of good quality.

Simply in this six or seven square meters in size, more than a dozen paintings and calligraphy of different sizes, with a piece of plastic sheeting directly placed on the ground of the stall after looking at it for a while, "Boss, how do you sell these calligraphy and paintings?"

"Which one do you want?"

The Mandarin with a round tone made the middle-aged man who was wearing an old navy blue coat, with a thin face, a slight white hair in his bun, and a pair of small eyes showing wisdom behind the old black-framed glasses, put down the food in his hand, looked at the young man opposite in surprise, and stood up.

"Dad, I just met this uncle!"

Looking at Guo Shouyun, Zhenghuan was eating pancakes and fruits, with bean paste on the corners of her lips, and in later words, the little girl who 'sprouted' stretched out her white and tender little hand and pulled her father's sleeve and said crisply.

Guo Shouyun smiled and nodded at her, his gaze turned to the middle-aged man.

"I want this Lamei picture!"

In his previous life, an inspirational poem of "the sword is sharpened from the sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold" ran through his six-year arduous study career in middle school, and also made Guo Shouyun have a different kind of love for plum blossoms. Moreover, this Lamei picture is glamorous and vulgar. Although there is only one old branch, it is as vigorous as a dragon, and the plum blossoms seem to be few, but in the large area of blank pictures, they reveal a tenacious vitality, and the artistic conception is really rare.

Moreover, this Lamei picture is more than six feet long, and there is no shortage of inscriptions, which is very in line with Guo Shouyun's aesthetics.

"$20 for this painting!"

"$20!" Guo Shouyun was surprised in his heart, the price was unexpectedly cheap. But it's normal to think about it, after all, this is the United States, not China, and it is not an era when China's influence has spread all over the world and is popular more than ten years later. Influenced by this, it is not surprising that the prices of Chinese artworks, especially calligraphy and painting artworks, are not high.

After paying $20 and handing over the packaged Lamei diagram to Matthew, Guo Shouyun looked at the booth again.

"Boss, you painted these paintings yourself?"

"Yes!"

"Admire, it's rare to see such a skilled person in the United States!"

Guo Shouyun Xianglai admires people who have in-depth research and level in traditional Chinese skills such as calligraphy and painting, seal carving, piano and chess, so he is very interested in chatting more about this middle-aged man.

"Wonderful! It's just relying on this craft to support the family!" the middle-aged man shook his head humbly.

After Guo Shouyun smiled for a while, his eyes turned to the little girl who was looking at him with wide eyes curiously, "Is this your daughter?

"Hello, call uncle!" the middle-aged man nodded and said.

"Hello uncle!"

"Hello!"

After smiling and waving at the little girl, he thought that there were no gifts around him that he could handle. Thinking about the words of the owner of the pancake and fruit stall before, Guo Shouyun had an idea in his heart.

"Dare to ask your surname?"

"Don't be surnamed Liu!" The middle-aged man replied.

"Mr. Liu, I like your calligraphy and paintings very much, you see how much they are worth in total, I want them all!"

"All wants?" Liu Zhixing was stunned.

"Yes, I just moved to a new house and want a batch of calligraphy and paintings to decorate. It's a pity that I didn't buy a few satisfactory ones after shopping around Chinatown. On the contrary, it is your works, Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum, stone forest eagle flower, not only superb skills, but also rare and rich artistic conception, I like it very much!"

Although Guo Shouyun doesn't know Chinese painting, he also took an elective course on art appreciation when he was in college, so he still knows a little about it.

"Thank you very much for your interest, but all my works here add up to hundreds, which is too many. You might as well pick a few of them and take them with you!"

Liu Zhixing's persuasion surprised Guo Shouyun. Those who do business are doing everything possible to sell things. Like him, he has pushed the door-to-door business outward, not to say that he has never encountered it, but it is also an extremely rare minority.

After seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, Guo Shouyun couldn't help but look up at this person a few times in his heart.

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