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Yan Qing couldn't sleep all night and got up early.

She put on her dress and skirt, and in case she woke up Aunt Li, she walked out of the bedroom softly and closed the door.

She went to the study and picked up the half-painted modern building painting from yesterday, and she sat down in the courtyard and continued to paint the remaining half.

Because my mind was not on the painting, when a painting of "High-rise Buildings" was completed, the painting style was not as wonderful as I imagined.

"Xiaoqing..."Aunt Li walked out of the hall worriedly, and saw Xiaoqing sitting in the courtyard painting, and her heart was relieved.

Yan Qing put down the pen, looked back at Aunt Li and smiled and asked, "Aunt Li is awake! Why don't you sleep more?"

Aunt Li hurriedly picked up her words and said, "I turned over and I didn't see you, how could I still sleep?"

"I'm fine!" Yan Qing said and got up and walked to Aunt Li's side and said, "I'm just worried that my husband won't sleep well in prison, and if Mr. Wei doesn't return to Lan'an for a day, I won't be at peace in my heart."

"Don't worry, this prison disaster is a robbery for Mr. Su, and you can't hide if you want to, but fortunately, the case is not serious, and it is only in for a few days at present, and when Mr. Wei comes back, he promised to testify in court, and it will be fine!" Aunt Li comforted her.

"Hmm!" Yan Qing also knew that it was a blessing or a curse, and that it was a reason that the disaster could not be avoided.

She talked to Aunt Li, felt a little more comfortable, and went to the kitchen to wash rice and make porridge.

Yan Qing and Aunt Li had breakfast, and she went to the prison of the county mansion with the food box alone.

After visiting Su Jin and coming back, she said to Aunt Li that the painting stall would go out of the stall as usual, they couldn't go without a source of income for a day, but they only sold paintings after the stall, and they didn't paint in the next few days.

Aunt Li agreed, and she went to the study to clean up the paintings that her husband had painted with her before.

When they arrived at the entrance of Pingyang Alley on Shu'an Street, they came out of the stall and put the paintings on the table one by one.

After Aunt Li was busy, she saw Yan Qing sitting there stunned, and she shook her head at some point, and then sat back beside her.

The alley of Shu'an Street is full of traffic all day long, and there are many stalls around, so it is particularly lively.

Even the two of them sat silently, and some people came up to look at the painting with curiosity.

"Sir, do you want to buy paintings?" Aunt Li got up and greeted with a smile.

The painter looked at her, then at Yan Qing, who was expressionless, waved his hand and left.

Aunt Li saw him off, sighed and sat back in her seat.

"Aunt Li!" Yan Qing called her: "It's morning, I'll go to Liuhua Lane to have a look, maybe Mr. Wei will go back early, you look at the stall first, no one buys it, you don't have to say anything to them"

"Okay!" Aunt Li responded, and sorted out the paintings on the stall.

Yan Qing went to Liuhua Lane and came to the gate of the Wei Mansion, she sat down next to the stone lion outside the mansion and waited for an hour, turned her head to look at the closed gate, and thought about whether to come forward and knock on the door?

Don't wait for Mr. Wei to come back, and make people upset.

The morning passed, and the afternoon approached.

In front of the Wei Mansion, I still didn't see anyone returning to the house, and I didn't see anyone leaving the house.

Yan Qing thought that Aunt Li hadn't seen her go back for a long time, and she would be more worried about her, it seemed that Mr. Wei would not be able to come back today.

She thought about it and went back to Pingyang Lane, Shu'an Street, and sure enough, when she was walking on the street, she saw Aunt Li standing in front of the painting stall, looking around uneasily.

She hurriedly quickened her pace, so that Aunt Li was relieved, and the two took the painting stall and went home.

Yan Qing made breakfast and dinner and ate with Aunt Li, and in the evening, she went to the county Chengfu prison to visit Su Jin with a food box.

Two days passed.

Yan Qing and Aunt Li first went to set up a painting stall every day, and then went to the Wei Mansion in Liuhua Lane.

In the past three days, as the old housekeeper in the house said, she has never seen any trace of Mr. Wei's return.

After thinking about it again, Yan Qing decided to knock on the door and ask the old housekeeper again, maybe it is not impossible for Mr. Wei to return home at night.

She knocked on the door and waited for a moment.

The old housekeeper heard the sound and opened the door, and saw that this girl had come again.

"Old man!" Yan Qing called out politely, and asked with a smile: "It's been three days, I want to ask Mr. Wei if he has returned home?"

"Sir hasn't returned home yet!" replied to her in a nutshell.

"Oh!" Yan Qing was slightly disappointed when she heard this, and after a pause, she looked at the old housekeeper and asked again, "I wonder when Mr. Wei will be able to return to Lan'an?"

"No, no!" the old butler waved his hand and said that he wanted to close the door, and he said to himself: "I guess Mr. will be back soon, and it will be recently."

Shut Yan Qing out of the mansion.

She looked at the vermilion gate and was stunned for a while, before she left silently and returned to Shu'an Street, where she saw a middle-aged man looking at the painting in front of the stall.

When Aunt Li saw her coming back, she happily greeted her and smiled: "Xiaoqing, this gentleman is very interested in the modern building you painted, and he specially asked me if I painted it?

Yan Qing saw her and smiled and nodded, then walked to the middle-aged man's side, smiled and asked lightly: "Look at the meticulous painting of Mr., do you also paint on weekdays?"

As soon as he heard the question, the middle-aged man raised his head from the painting and looked at Yan Qing, he laughed and replied, "I have studied painting a little bit, girl, did you paint this painting?" he asked with appreciation.

"The little girl is not talented, I painted it!" Yan Qing saw that this gentleman liked the painting in his hand very much, she smiled and pushed him to buy it more and more, and said: "Since Mr. has studied painting, why don't you buy it and watch it at home."

The middle-aged man laughed and stroked his beard and said: "The girl said that she laughed, what is the girl drawing, I have never seen it before, how can I study it?"

Yan Qing smiled and replied: "This thing is like the title, high-rise buildings refer to houses, but such high-rise builders design first, lay a good foundation, and after raising bricks, build them with concrete, and high-rise buildings like this can be seen everywhere in our side..."

"Where are you?" the middle-aged man became more and more incomprehensible, and he straightened the painting again and looked at it carefully.

As soon as Yan Qing said it, he found that he had missed his mouth, so he smiled and said: "Well, I often dream of this kind of strange house in my dreams, and I say that it is our side, which makes Mr. laugh."

"Hehe!" The middle-aged man put down the painting and joked with a smile: "The girl can actually dream of this kind of thing, I don't know if there is such an honor in the future"

The two chatted for a while, and suddenly a man dressed as a waiter ran over panting, glanced at the middle-aged man head-on, and then breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Mr. Wei, it turns out that you are here!"