Postscript (3) Old Huo?
1. What is the name of "Jiang Yanzhu ......", Yanzhu...... Eyeballs! She once thought the name was very poetic!
"I don't think we're the right fit. Shi Jiajia looked serious.
Jiang Yanzhu's tender white face stiffened suddenly, and he forcibly squeezed out a smile: "Jiajia, what are you talking about?
Shi Jiajia sighed, "I know your family background." "ββJiang Yanzhu's sportswear is very common, the price, from head to toe, is not as expensive as the skirt on his body. It's really hard to imagine that the Jiang family is actually a red family, and the family is powerful and rich.
They...... It's really not appropriate.
Jiang Yanzhu was stunned, his throat was a little dry: "You...... How would you know?!"
Shi Jiajia pondered the draft for a while, and said: "I think that although the 'right family' is a bit pedantic, it does make sense. People who have too big a gap in the portal are not suitable to be together. At least, that's what I think. β
"Well, that's all. Movie tickets, please go and return them. Shi Jiajia turned around and left, so chic that she didn't take a cloud with her. solved a peach blossom case, Shi Jiajia calmly blocked Jiang Shuai's phone number.
At the door of the movie theater, Jiang Yanzhu was angry, and made a phone call angrily: "Second sister!!, is it a good thing for you!...... You still don't admit it? No one but you will do this kind of thing of beating mandarin ducks!"
hung up the phone fiercely, Jiang Yanzhu quickly dialed the number of "Jiajia".
"The phone you dialed is on a call......
After calling seven times in a row, "The phone you dialed is on the phone", Jiang Yanzhu was confused......
Could it be ...... "I'm blocked?" (# Μ~ Μ#)
And Shi Jiajia was leisurely strolling around the city center, and after strolling around, she found ...... Lost on your own.
Embarrassment......
I haven't been to this city for more than 60 years, so it's not uncommon to get lost.
It's a big deal to take a taxi back. Shi Jiajia smiled calmly.
Anyway, the time is still there, let's walk around a few laps.
Then, she slipped to the Children's Palace, so nostalgic, it was here that she learned calligraphy and Chinese painting when she was in junior high school.
Next to the Children's Palace is the Art Square, where many students of the Academy of Fine Arts paint to earn pocket money, starting from 30 for sketching and 100 for oil painting...... There are fewer Chinese paintings.
There are also some craftsmen, carving, clay sculpture, kite tieing, very interesting places.
Shi Jiajia held her chin, her parents went out on a trip, but they left some money for her, but that money was living expenses, and she couldn't squeeze it out if she wanted to buy something else. Her bedroom is pink, I really want to change it, and the pillow, the silk pillow, is not soft at all, I want to change it to a goose down pillow, but the slightly better goose down pillow has to be hundreds larger.
Student, wood is rich!(β₯_β₯)
Then you can only think of ways to make money!
Shi Jiajia's father, Lao Shi, is a person who likes calligraphy and Chinese painting, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in the study are all okay. - This is from the perspective of her Qing Dynasty empress dowager. The four treasures of the study room purchased by Lao Shi cost tens of thousands of Mao grandpa!
The next day, early in the morning.
Shi Jiajia set up a stall in the Cultural Square. It's simple, set up a table, put your own work, and you're done.
Because of the urgency of time, Shi Jiajia only painted a picture of bluegrass and accompanied it with a poem: graceful flowers and green leaves, and it is difficult for the wind to hide the fragrance in the valley. Don't be admired because of sewing, even if no one is self-respecting.
This is a poem written by Xuan Ye to her, alas, the past is unbearable.
With her decades of experience, her brushstrokes can be regarded as sophisticated. There is also a squirrel pomegranate interesting picture, the original work is Shuqian, she thinks it is interesting, and then copied it many times, it can be regarded as familiar, and now it is painted, it is not inferior to the original author.
Just like that, the two paintings were placed on the table. Shi Jiajia sat on the back stool, looking at the map of the city, she didn't want to get lost anymore. The taxi money is too expensive, and if you can save it, you can save it!
As for why she didn't pawn the jewelry and antiques she brought back? Hehe, she's eighteen years old, and she's not yet eighteen years old! If she wants to auction them, she has to have a guardian!
Not to mention that her parents are not there, even if she is, she really can't explain it!
Let's make do with it for a while, and when I'm eighteen and go to college, I'll auction it off.
"This pomegranate is quite interesting, how much does it cost?" asked a young man in his early twenties.
In fact, the orchid painting is better, which shows that this young man's appreciation of Chinese painting is ...... Very average.
Shi Jiajia said lightly: "Just give the price, I think it's suitable, I'll sell it, and if it's not suitable, I'll pull it down." β
"You little girl, you have a good temper. Is it a hundred?"
Shi Jiajia was speechless and rolled her eyes.
"One hundred and fifteen?"
Shi Jiajia looked down.
"Two hundred?"
"Two hundred and five! at most, don't give more!"
, you two hundred and five!!
"Cut! Don't sell and pull down!"
Soon another old man, with half a hundred beards, stood at the table and looked at it for a long time before asking, "Little girl, who painted these two paintings?"
Shi Jiajia felt that there was a door, and said with a sweet smile: "My mother painted it!" - at her current age, she said that she was her own painting, and people didn't believe it!
"I wanted to change my fruit phone, but my mother didn't buy it, so she just threw these two paintings at me. Shi Jiajia vaguely quoted the price.
The old man laughed: "You little girl, you can open your mouth wide!" As he spoke, he stretched out two fingers, "At most this price!" He pointed to the seal and said, "Even if the painting has some taste, after all, it is not well-known, and this price is not low!"
Shi Jiajia hurriedly gave full play to the ability of this young girl - coquettish, "Don't mind! This is not enough to buy a fruit machine, you can give more!"
The old man continued to laugh and said: "You young people, you are admiring foreign countries! Is it necessary that foreign things are good? At this price, you can already buy a very good domestic machine, and the quality is by no means inferior to that of a fruit machine!"
Shi Jiajia hurriedly went up, broke the two fingers into four, and pouted: "At least this price!
The old man shook his head and put away a finger, "It's not easy to see your little girl here for half a day, just this price." β
All right...... Shi Jiajia deliberately showed a depressed look and nodded.
The old man happily ordered thirty sheets of Grandpa Mao to her.
In fact, this old man is right, Yuerong...... It's just a little-known guy, and no matter how good the painting is, it's worthless! If it weren't for this old man's knowledge of goods and the change of others, how could he have given this price?
"Girl, if you don't think I'm verbose. I have a piece of advice for you. β
Shi Jiajia was busy listening.
"Now, there are really fewer and fewer people who learn Chinese painting. Since your mother has such skills, let's learn from them. The old man sighed, "I'm also a little daughter, about the same age as you, and I have to have an oil painting of Na Raushzi, alas, ......."
Shi Jiajia was surprised, how could this old man be sixty or seventy years old, and he actually had a daughter who was about the same age as her?!
"Lao Huo, didn't you say that you were going to the antique street, what are you ink there?" a chubby old man not far away was waiting a little impatiently.
The old man called "Lao Huo" hurriedly put away the two paintings, "Come on-"
Shi Jiajia raised her cheeks: "Old Huo?"