With the help of Ye Yifan and Ye Cunyong, all those cartons were quickly moved into the large shelves in the small warehouse behind the inner door.

There are remarks on the carton with the name of the product, and there are also labels on the shelves of the warehouse for the storage of the goods, so that the classification is much more convenient.

The man just said it once, and Ye Yifan and Ye Cunyong didn't need the man's prompt again.

Wait for the end of these one after another.

He took out some art supplies from the cardboard box and helped put them on the shelves in the store.

"More people is more power, thank you two for your help. That's right... I don't know their names yet. ”

"Ye Yifan. ”

"Ye Cunyong, just call me Cunyong. ”

"My name is Mofeng. Mo Feng took out two bottles of drinks from the refrigerator, turned around and walked to the small round table in front of the counter, which only had a few square seating area, and handed the drink to Ye Cunyong. "Thank you again for your help. ”

"It's not enough to raise your hands. Ye Cunyong waved his hand, took the drink, and handed Ye Yifan a bottle.

Mo Feng looked at Ye Yifan, who had been observing the decoration of the store, sat on the chair next to him, and asked curiously. "Are you from the same village?"

Ye Yifan nodded, took a sip of the drink, and closed the cap. "Well, a native of Yejiayuan in Xuankou County. ”

"Ye Jiayuan... I've heard that there are two rich people there, and they are also famous in the county, one sells beef and the other opens a flour mill... It seems to be called Ye Tianyu and Ye Tianrong. ”

After Ye Yifan heard this, he put the drink bottle on the table, turned his head and glanced at Ye Cunyong.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Ye Cunyong twisted his ass uncomfortably by Ye Yifan's sudden glance and said. "He's not talking about me. ”

"Could it be?" Mo Feng looked at the expressions of the two, as if he was familiar with the two of them. "What do you have to do with Ye Tianyu and Ye Tianrong?"

Ye Yifan leaned back on the chair and waved his hand lazily, and then raised his hand to point at Ye Cunyong. "I didn't, he did. ”

Mo Feng turned his head to look at Ye Cunyong.

"Tsk......" Ye Cunyong took a sip of the drink, smacked his mouth, put the drink bottle on the table, and replied. "Ye Tianyu is my old man, and Ye Tianrong is my uncle. ”

Hearing this, Mo Feng shrank his double holes, and looked at Ye Cunyong in amazement.

After a few seconds, he looked up at the silver wind sedan with more than 400,000 yuan parked outside the door, and nodded secretly.

"Mo Feng, how old are you?" Ye Cunyong asked as he changed the subject.

Mo Feng looked at the floor a little absent-mindedly, listened to Ye Cunyong's question, and came back to his senses after a while. When he looked at Ye Cunyong and Ye Yifan again, the moment he raised his head, he had a calm expression on his face, and then smiled. "How old do you think I am?"

"35?" Ye Cunyong.

Mo Feng smiled and shook his head.

"40?" Ye Cunyong.

Mo Feng shook his head.

"Hiss..." Ye Cunyong carefully looked at Mo Feng and scratched his head. "It's not going to be 50. ”

The more Mo Feng listened, the more he wanted to laugh, he looked at Ye Cunyong, and was about to reply, when he was suddenly interrupted by Ye Yifan.

"Not more than 25 years old. Ye Yifan got up and said.

When Ye Cunyong heard this, when he turned his face to look at Mo Feng, he found that he showed a look of surprise, and hurriedly asked. "Really?"

"Hmm. ”

Mo Feng suddenly looked up at Ye Yifan, who was walking towards the commodity shelf, frowning slightly. I found that the person in front of me was like a thick haze, and I was a little unpredictable.

Maybe it's because there's less communication. Mo Feng thought so.

"Yifan is right, I am not over 25 years old, but I happen to be at this age. ”

"Yifan, you can go to the stall to tell the fortunes. Ye Cunyong got up and walked towards Ye Yifan, turned his head and raised two fingers at Mo Feng, and said. "I'm the same age as him, it's just that I'm two months older than him. ”

Then he added. "A year younger than you. ”

Ye Yifan picked up the tip of a pen that had just been placed on the shelf, played with it in his hand and turned around his fingers a few times, looked up at the wall and said. "You can hang some of your comics on the walls of this shop, and it can give people a desire to try to draw. The one outside the door will do. ”

"This can not only reflect your real material, but also help you attract business, killing two birds with one stone. ”

Mo Feng looked at Ye Yifan with an appreciative look in his eyes, and nodded pertinently. "That's a good idea, I've made a note of it. ”

"But...," Mo Feng wondered. "How can you say that the painting outside the door must have been mine?"

Ye Yifan looked down at Mo Feng's vertical fingers and said. "People who draw for a long time, especially sketching, are prone to wear and tear on their fingerprints. Long-term exposure to lead will also leave a little residue between the nails... If it's an oil painting, your hands will smell like oil paint... In addition, if you hold a pen for a long time, your fingertips and joints will be calloused. You have it all. ”

Ye Cunyong looked at Mo Feng's finger and looked at it carefully, it was really as Ye Yifan said. The fingerprints were worn in some places, there was a hint of blue-gray hidden between the fingernails, and there were small yellowish drums on the knuckles of the fingers.

Mo Feng said with a bright smile. "Yifan is really observant, I'm really... ”

"Don't forget, I'm here to buy something from you. Ye Yifan interrupted.

"Yes, yes, yes. Mo Feng laughed. "It's me who ignores that. ”

People who come here to buy things are often beginners, people like Ye Yifan, Mo Feng doesn't know much about him, and he can't see through it, and then look at Ye Cunyong's polite attitude towards him, the mysterious color that emanates from Ye Yifan is more and more elusive.

I can't tell what it is, but I've always been attracted to myself.

"What do you need? I'll help you find it. "Ink Wind Road.

"No need. Ye Yifan replied. "I paid attention to it when I was helping just now, and I roughly knew where it was, so I just came by myself. ”

"Okay, you watch for yourself first, I'll make a call. ”

Although Ye Cunyong said that he didn't know how to paint, these various tools attracted him. followed behind Ye Yifan and observed silently, and from time to time he would ask some questions.

"Yifan, I look at these nibs, but the shape of the nibs is different, what special use can they be?"

"There are many types of nibs. Ye Yifan picked up a pen tip and explained to Ye Cunyong. "For example, this one is a D nib, and the lines change very little, so it is more suitable for drawing details such as clothing patterns and small stones. ”

"And this one, this one is different from just now. It is the G nib, which has a great variety of lines, and is also the most popular nib, which is more suitable for drawing the outline of a person. ”

"And this round nib...... Great for drawing backgrounds. ”

"Dip the pen in water, this can ensure that the ink is not easy to seep on the paper, of course... Forget about toilet paper. ”

"As for the pencil, it can't be too soft or too hard, it's too soft to wipe clean, and it's easy to leave marks on the paper if it's too hard. I usually prefer to use a special pencil with a softness of F, which is not available in the stationery stores we visited today. It feels good to write, slightly harder, and light lines can also draw clear and light lines. ”

Ye Cunyong followed behind Ye Yifan with a learning attitude, nodded uncontrollably, and almost took a notebook to write it down. "Uh-huh... Is there a special pencil with an F softness that you mentioned?"

Ye Yifan smiled and turned his head back. "All the comic tools I need, here's it. ”

Manuscript paper...

Nib...

Eraser...

Ink line...

Repair tools and other painting tools, Ye Yifan took a few of them.

Finally, I took a roller multimeter and walked towards the counter.