Mo Feng was on the phone at the door, glanced back at the store, and found Ye Yifan and Ye Cunyong standing in front of the counter, so he hurriedly hung up the phone after a few simple words and walked into the store quickly. "Yifan, Cunyong, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. ”

Ye Yifan. "It's okay, I've just been looking for it. ”

"Are you still satisfied?" Mo Feng glanced at the painting supplies on the counter, walked around to the counter, opened the drawer and took out a light red receipt and computer.

"Well, the categories are not bad, and the painting tools are relatively complete. ”

"Well, that's good. Mo Feng stood in the counter, looked up and said to Ye Yifan embarrassedly. "Yifan, my store has not yet opened, so the price of the goods has not had time to be adjusted. Wait a minute, I'll take a look at the price list. Rest assured, you are the first customer of our store, and I will charge you at a discount on the purchase price. ”

"Thank you then. ”

"You're polite, you and Cunyong helped me a lot at noon, I'll invite you to dinner later." ”

Ye Cunyong admires Mofeng's character of being polite and polite, approachable and very friendly. Although he had only been with him for a few hours, Ye Cunyong had already labeled him a friend in his heart. "There's no need to eat, we still have some things to do later, the coming day will be long, I'll invite you another day." ”

"Then what's so embarrassing, I'll invite you. Mo Feng replied to Ye Cunyong while pressing the computer.

About a few minutes passed.

Mo Feng picked up the computer and said to Ye Yifan. "Yifan, forget it, it's a total of 368 yuan, erase the fraction and count you 360. ”

"It's unlucky to let you lose money as soon as it opens, don't miss it...... It's 368, and this number is happy. Ye Yifan took out his bank card and handed it to Mo Feng. "Give, swipe. ”

Mo Feng smiled and didn't pick up the bank card. "Yifan, I'm sorry, it's not open yet, and I haven't brought the credit card machine yet. ”

Ye Yifan didn't bring cash with him when he went out, and he didn't seem to see a bank ATM or anything like that when he came here, he turned his head to look at Ye Cunyong and asked. "Do you have any money with you?"

"It seems..."Ye Cunyong lowered his head and touched his pocket, and after a while, he raised his head to reveal a confused face, looked at Ye Yifan and said. "I forgot to bring it when I went out. ”

"Didn't bring it? Why don't you send a red envelope, I don't have any money in my phone, you can help me put it on first." Ye Yifan said.

"Yes..."Ye Cunyong touched his pocket again, then raised his head and blinked his eyelids, dazed, and looked at Ye Yifan without saying a word.

Ye Yifan looked at Ye Cunyong and asked with a suspicious face. "You don't even have your phone, do you?"

Ye Cunyong nodded.

That's embarrassing......

"It's okay, it's okay, you owe it first, and you can give it next time. Mo Feng laughed.

"It seems ......" Ye Yifan stared at Ye Cunyong and said depressedly. "That's all there is to it. ”

Ye Cunyong was even more puzzled, why did he go out without anything?

When Mo Feng sent the two to the door, he raised the question in his heart to Ye Yifan. "Yifan, are you engaged in painting?"

Judging from the large number of painting supplies Ye Yifan purchased, Mo Feng felt that his question was redundant.

Before Ye Yifan could speak, Ye Cunyong said a little impatiently. "He writes novels. ”

"Yifan is still a writer!" Mo Feng's eyes lit up.

The reason why Mo Feng used "still" in his words was that his intuition told him that Ye Yifan was 100% a painter, and he was also a painter with a good level of painting.

Mo Feng has loved painting since he was a child, and it has been eleven years now. Not to mention that the level of painting can reach the S rank, but it can also be recognized as an A-rank painter by people in this circle.

However, at present, Ye Yifan seems to be like an S-level master-level existence in his eyes.

Although he has no traces and proofs left by paintings, he has the unique temperament of a master painter, especially when he looks at his paintings, there is a look of scrutiny and judgment, and in his heart he is brought up a sense of tension that has been inexplicably eliminated for a long time.

"I... Barely a lover of painting. Ye Yifan replied.

"You're humble. Mo Feng suddenly remembered something and said again. "Oh, by the way, Yifan, can you send me a few copies of your artwork, I want to hang it on the wall of the store. Like you said, kill two birds with one stone. ”

Ye Yifan lowered his head and was silent.

Seeing that Ye Yifan seemed to be worried about something, Mo Feng hurriedly explained. "Don't worry, I'll print out your name and the painting, and I'll pay you some rent. ”

"Mo Feng, you misunderstood. Ye Yifan said bluntly. "To tell you the truth, I don't have any work yet. ”

"What?!" Mo Feng was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

Is it a misjudgment? Ye Yifan is not a painter?

Mo Feng has always believed in his first feeling, and his judgment of feeling has always been correct.

Although Ye Yifan is a little younger, in Mo Feng's understanding and understanding, in any field, there is no age limit for talent, and age is just a time channel to gain experience. He often admonishes himself like this in his heart, so he has always never underestimated everyone around him, so he is very polite and polite to people.

But Ye Yifan said that he didn't have any works, which meant that he hadn't painted yet!

So how did he understand the purpose of so many painting tools?

From the Internet?

From the book?

Wrong... None of this is right......

"Yifan, haven't you ever painted anything before? With a hint of expectation in his heart, Mo Feng asked Ye Yifan again.

Ye Yifan wanted to say it in his heart. Does what you drew in your last life count?

But as soon as he heard that it was a sketch, he suddenly remembered, so he replied. "I don't have any symbolic works, but I do have sketches. ”

"Really!?" Mofeng said in surprise.

"Hmm. Ye Yifan nodded. "Add the GG, and I'll send it to you when I get back in the evening." ”

Mo Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. It was his and Ye Yifan's different understanding of the work that led Ye Yifan to say these words that he did not have any works.

But fortunately, he has sketched, at least at this point, Mo Feng can continue to think that his feelings are more correct.

was a little excited, but more of the impatient expectation of Ye Yifan's sketch in his heart.

"I'll send it to you when I'm home. Ye Yifan walked to the car door, waved to Mo Feng with his mobile phone, and said.

"Well, bye-bye. Mo Feng stood in the doorway and replied.

It wasn't until Ye Yifan's vehicle disappeared on this street that Mo Feng turned around and went back to the store.

……

"Yifan, why do I always feel that Mo Feng has some admiration for you. Ye Cunyong looked ahead and said to Ye Yifan.

Ye Yifan said with a smile. "What does that mean?"

"What?" Ye Cunyong turned his head and asked him.

"Of course, it shows that Mo Feng has the ability to discern people. ”

"Cut...... You're really going around the bush and boasting about yourself. ”

"Gollum~"

As soon as Ye Cunyong finished speaking, his stomach rang.

"We don't seem to have eaten at noon!" Ye Yifan said as he looked at the roadside shop.

Ye Cunyong covered his hungry stomach, and he could feel that there was nothing inside. "It's like just a bottle of drink...... I urinated half an hour ago. ”

"Stop! Eat!" Ye Yifan leaned on the car window with his hand, looked at a braised restaurant, and licked his upper lip with his tongue.

"Find a place where you can eat with a credit card. ”