Chapter 32 Folk Master

Xu Hong had an experience of falling in love before his death, but in only two months, he let the girl dump him. Because of that girl, I really feel that Xu Hong may not have much success in this life, and it is too far away from the dream of a great painter.

And Xu Hong didn't have much affection for the girl, she said that she broke up and broke up, and she quickly forgot about her.

After that, Xu Hong didn't meet the girl he liked, because he felt that all the beautiful girls were some materialists and wanted to marry a 'golden beetle son-in-law'. The one who is willing to find an ordinary man.

After being reborn, Xu Hong is really just thinking about how to become a great painter! That Yao Mei, although he is the girlfriend of the boy he is now reborn. But he didn't like her at all. It can be said that there is no emotion at all, and Yao Mei is also a material girl, so he hates her even more.

However, what Xu Hong didn't expect was that he would meet a fairy-like girl at the gate of Star Park and fall in love with her at once. He was in a trance all day.

Now I'm setting up a stall at the entrance of Star Park day by day! Then he gave her his 'masterpiece' for free, as a gift from himself, and at the same time, it could be regarded as expressing his thoughts.

Xu Hong was excited every day, but he was disappointed every day, not to mention that he would meet that fairy-like girl again, even if he could see a decent girl again.

"Damn, it seems that I have no relationship with her in this life? Why can't I see her again! The weather has been good these days, and the Star Garden is very close to the Star Park, she is a writer, how can she not come to the park to relax!"

But what made Xu Hong feel strange was that he stayed at the gate of Star Park for seven or eight days in a row, and still didn't see Miss Wen Sisi.

However, Xu Hong did not give up, he still persisted, hoping for a miracle.

On this day, Xu Hong placed "Portrait of Miss Sisi" at the door of Star Park again. As usual, there are many people who come and go, and they will stare at the portrait for a while, especially the young men, who will look at it for a while, and they are all fascinated by the girls in Xu Hong's paintings.

Naturally, there are many young people who also want to buy Xu Hong's work, but when Xu Hong says the price, they have to sigh. Because they are all ordinary wage earners, it is impossible to spend 10,000 yuan to buy a painting, or the work of a stall painter.

No, now there are two more young people, one fat and one thin, who stopped when they came to Xu Hong's painting.

first stared at Xu Hong's painting for a long time, and then the fat man wearing myopia glasses suddenly screamed.

"Oh! this is a beautiful writer!"

"Well, yes, isn't this the very famous female writer whose name --- is!" the thin man echoed when he heard the fat man's cry. But he couldn't even name the female writer.

"Stupid! Her name is Wen Sisi, and she is the author of a very best-selling book, "My Single Mother"!" The fat man also laughed at the thin man.

Besides, Xu Hong was shocked by these two young people, and he was also shocked!

"Hey, I said two! What's all the fuss about! Wen Sisi is a star, is there a portrait of her everywhere! Didn't I also paint one!" Xu Hong looked at the two in front of him with some unhappiness.

However, Xu Hong really admired these two in his heart! You know, he has been setting up a stall here for seven or eight days, and there are hundreds of people who have seen this work. But no one really could recognize who he was drawing.

Because the popularity of the writer naturally cannot be compared with the star. Even if it is a very famous writer, it is only relatively famous in the circle, and out of the circle of writers, I am afraid that not many people know about it.

There are very few writers who can really reach household names. In fact, even if it is a well-known writer, everyone only hears his voice and does not see him. I only know that so-and-so is a famous writer, but what does so-and-so look like, I'm afraid not many people have seen it!

Writers are generally a behind-the-scenes worker, and they always show their work to the reader, not themselves.

This is very different from a star actor. Star actors, they show themselves as themselves, so it will be easier for people to remember them.

Although Wen Sisi is a well-known female writer, she is a writer after all, and she has not reached the level of a household name at all, but she is relatively famous in the circle of writers.

Therefore, even if Xu Hong painted Wen Sisi very similarly, almost like a real photo, few people could recognize who he painted.

But today, there are finally two guys who are strangely dressed, have strange appearances, and are surprised by their movements.

"Master, your painting is really good! You are a Chinese, you can paint oil painting so well, it seems that you specialize in oil painting! Excuse me, are you a graduate of the Central Academy of Fine Arts?" The thin man suddenly looked at Xu Hong and said something inexplicable.

"Zhang Ze, what nonsense are you talking about, if the master is a graduate of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, he can practice at the gate of this park! People are folk masters, is the so-called master in the folk? I can be regarded as having seen it today!"

The fat man suddenly pushed the thin man and laughed at the thin man!

"Damn, what do you know, do you think that the graduates of the Central Academy of Fine Arts are all professors in universities! Maybe there are some people who really can't get along, so they can only come out and set up a stall!" The thin man argued with the fat man unconvinced.

"Okay, okay, don't be verbose, I'm neither a graduate of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, nor a graduate of the Tiannan Academy of Fine Arts, I'm a self-taught painter!"

Xu Hong looked at these two strangely dressed young men and was speculating about his origins! So he solemnly told them that he was really a folk master.

"Thin man, did you hear it, the master said, people are self-taught, they are folk masters, and you still say that people are from the Central Academy of Fine Arts, what kind of vision do you have!"

The fat man began to laugh at the thin man again.

"Okay, okay, it's a folk master, don't be verbose. ”

"Hey!**, are you verbose or am I verbose!"

The two began arguing again.

"Hey, two, don't quarrel in front of my stall, you have to quarrel to the side, don't affect my business. When Xu Hong saw that these two boys were arguing in front of his stall, he was not happy.