Mu Mengling, who returned to the dormitory, threw himself on the bed and shouted: "Sure enough, the golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as your own kennel." ”

Lin Xiao read her poems in her heart, and as soon as she came back, she found it and stood in the middle of the dormitory and read it aloud affectionately.

"Was this show decided as soon as it was reported in the newspaper?" Mu Mengling asked with his head in his hand.

Zhao Yan: "How can it, you have to go through a round of screening by the school to kick out the inferior ones, after all, the show time is limited, and there are so many people who want to participate." ”

"Oh, then I'm relieved." Mu Mengling patted his heart, looked at Zhao Yan and said.

Don't look at Lin Xiao reading poetry, she is dual-minded and listens to all directions. As soon as he heard Mu Mengling say this, his big eyes immediately glared at Mu Mengling: "Lingling, am I not good at reciting?" ”

"No, that's good. I'm afraid that those programs without essence will delay your performance, so it's better for you to play this recitation early. "The enthusiasm of the roommates cannot be dampened," Mu Mengling said flatteringly.

"That's pretty much it." Lin Xiao enjoyed Mu Mengling's praise and continued her recitation.

Zhao Yan snickered on the side.

When Zhao Yan and Lin Xiao both went to class, Mu Mengling used half a day's leisure time to go to the post office to send the works ordered by the guests, and rushed back to school non-stop, cut two complicated works in the dormitory, and cooked the dishes to make up the tail of the blue bird made last time.

finally stopped to rest for a while, only to find that it was dark, and Lin Xiao went back to the dormitory with the dinner she had fetched.

"What about Zhao Yan?" Mu Mengling didn't see Zhao Yan's figure, so he hurriedly asked.

Lin Xiao: "Accompany Qiaoling." I don't know what happened to Qiaoling recently, and the whole person has become very depressed. ”

Thinking of Zhou Qiaoling I saw a few days ago, it was indeed like what Lin Xiao said. But Mu Mengling was not interested in understanding, she hurriedly opened the dinner that Lin Xiao brought back and ate it comfortably.

This stolen half a day of leisure flowed by in a hurry.

Due to the sequelae of the cold, Mu Mengling washed up and went to bed as soon as he finished dinner. In the next few days, I didn't touch paper-cutting or anything like that, and I spent a few days of reading life, talking on the phone with Wang Zixuan every day, and adjusting the honey of feelings.

By Saturday, when her body had fully recovered, she chose an early morning and cut three or four works out of the blue. Sure enough, he stopped and rested moderately, just to go further. By noon, Mu Mengling would take her new work and take a ride to the gallery.

Pushing open the door of the gallery, she saw that Qian Sheng was entertaining guests, she didn't make a sound, and quietly watched in the gallery by herself.

When Qian Sheng finished sending off the guests and found her, Mu Mengling was squatting on the ground studying an oil painting.

"Xiaomu, what, like this painting?" Qian Sheng asked.

"Nope. Just study it, and next time you can cut a similar work yourself. Mu Mengling stood up from the ground, and his legs were quite numb after squatting for a long time.

"Can this be cut out too? So many things? Qian Sheng said he was puzzled.

Mu Mengling: "Of course, just divide it into multiple scissors and put them together again." If it was a single cut, it would be impossible and impossible. ”

Qian Sheng: "So that's what happened. By the way, is your cold cured? ”

Mu Mengling: "Thank you Uncle Qian for your concern, it's already fine." These are the ones I just cut recently, Uncle Qian, can you take a look? She took out the paper-cuts of the past two days from her bag and handed it to Qian Sheng.

Qian Sheng's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand to take it, and looked at it carefully: "Not bad, not bad." It's a lot better than last time. This time, it is estimated that the work can be sold for a better price. ”

Speaking of this, he seemed to think of something, and patted his head with his hand: "Look at my memory, let's go, let's sit down and talk about it." I'll give you the money from the last sale. ”

Of course, Mu Mengling smiled well.

When Mu Mengling took the three hundred and sixty yuan that Qian Sheng handed her, she was stunned, so much. She only earned 20 yuan by selling one in her online store, and she gave Qian Sheng six pieces last time, so that she earned 60 yuan in total, which was three times the profit of her online store.

"Uncle Qian, did you miscalculate?" Mu Mengling felt that the money was too hot, and she didn't think that those six pieces of paper could be sold at this price.

"That's right, after framing, one piece sells for two hundred yuan, six sheets for one thousand two, and the third layer is three hundred and six." Qian Sheng counted it on the spot and showed it to Mu Mengling.

Mu Mengling understands that if something is placed in different places, the value it presents is different. For example, the Mid-Autumn Festival moon cakes, in the vegetable market, a few dollars a catty; In the supermarket, it becomes more than a dozen yuan a catty; If the packaging is exquisite, even if it is only placed in the amount of five yuan, it can be sold for two or three hundred copies.

Today is considered to be a lesson, and after Mu Mengling figured it out, he calmly put the money into his wallet, and decided to go back and pretend to be B again, doubling the price.

People are like this, the more expensive it is, the more people can't buy it. Originally, Mu Mengling just wanted to make money, but now he has raised the goal, and since the low-level customers can't be caught, he will change to the middle-level group. There are not many things, but they are expensive, because she used to put her value too low, and she doesn't blame others for looking down on you.

"Uncle Qian, in the future, we will settle every month, this is my bank account number, and the money will be transferred to this account in the future." Mu Mengling wrote down his bank account number and handed it to Qian Sheng.

"Okay, you can do whatever you want." Qian Sheng responded very happily.

When he walked out of the gallery, Mu Mengling walked slowly along the street with great interest. It was late autumn, and the sun at noon was not as hot as summer, the warm light shone on his body, warming his heart, Mu Mengling looked up at the blue sky, and said to himself silently in his heart: The past life is over, and this life is good.

When Wang Zixuan drove and saw Mu Mengling surrounded by thousands of golden lights on the side of the street, his eyes lit up silently, as if he had traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, and the person was finally waiting for his arrival in the brightest place.

The car stopped beside Mu Mengling, and the "Didi" horn car brought Mu Mengling back to reality from his mind.

Seeing the handsome man with a doting smile in the car, Mu Mengling smiled like a flower, and jumped into the passenger seat. buckled up his seatbelt and looked at Wang Zixuan's side face as he was driving seriously with a smile, "Why are you here?" ”

Wang Zixuan touched the top of her head with his free hand, "Shen Hao asked me to come out." How is your cold? ”

Mu Mengling grabbed Wang Zixuan's hand from the top of his head and shook it with his right hand, "It's good morning, don't you hear it when you call every day?" ”

Wang Zixuan glanced at the hands he was holding, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly, "Where are you going next?" ”

Mu Mengling shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't thought about it." I just earned my first money, three hundred and sixty dollars. Awesome. "Somehow, in the face of Wang Zixuan, I wanted him to share his happy event as soon as possible.

"Well, it's amazing." Wang Zixuan's mood seemed to be infected with happiness, he happily raised his clasped hand and kissed it lightly on his mouth, and Qingyue's voice actually carried a layer of low and hoarse charm.