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When Wang Haoran finished eating breakfast, Xiaoyu couldn't wait to ask her brother when he would start painting. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's okay now."

"Then I'll go and talk to my mother, and my aunt, and they will tell them when they say that my brother wants to paint, and they will come to see it too."

Wang Haoran knew about this, Xiaoyu told them about painting during dinner yesterday, these women are bored during the day, and they will not miss the excitement at home.

Wang Haoran brought Han Niu over and asked him to move the table in the room to the small courtyard outside, and then used wood to cushion the two table legs on one side of the table, trying to tilt the table top. Xiaoyu came back not long after, and Wang Qihong also came over to watch the excitement.

"Haoran, where did you buy these clothes?" Wang Qihong also noticed Wang Haoran's clothes first.

"I let the tailor do it. Do you want it? I asked the tailor to make six sets, and I can give you three, but it will take two days to get it done. "The reason why Wang Haoran ordered six sets was originally to give Wang Qihong three sets.

"Of course!" Wang Qihong was not polite to Wang Haoran, and when he saw what things Wang Haoran had in his hand, he stretched out his hand to take a look at it and asked, "What is this?" ”

Xiaoyu hurriedly replied: "This is a pencil made by my brother, which is used for me to draw." ”

"Can you draw too? I'd like to see. Wang Qihong was also very curious, so he returned the pencil to Wang Haoran.

"First of all, I need to be quiet when I paint, so as not to distract me." Wang Haoran took the pencil and said, and then asked Xiaoyu to sit at the stone table not far away. In order to let Xiao Yu sit there quietly, Wang Haoran specially prepared a nine-square Sudoku question for Xiao Yu, the question was written on paper, and this paper was stood on the stone table with a tree branch, so that Wang Haoran could better capture Xiao Yu's facial outline. promised that as long as Xiaoyu could solve this problem, she would make mung bean paste for her to eat again.

Xiaoyu was already in place, Wang Haoran sat in front of the inclined table, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, changed his mood, opened his eyes again, and felt like he had become a painter. After observing Xiaoyu for a while, he then thought about the size and size on the paper and drew it.

Wang Haoran devoted himself to the painting, and even Wang Qihong, who was next to him, felt a serious atmosphere. The portrait on the paper slowly took shape, and Wang Qihong was dumbfounded, it turned out that painting can still paint people so similarly! Even the slight shadows on people's faces and the hair hanging down from their heads are so realistic! Is this still the brother he knows?

There was a slight sound of conversation in the distance, and the sound should be his mother and Wang Haoran's mother. Wang Qihong immediately thought of Wang Haoran's previous words, and he himself faintly felt that Wang Haoran's painting would shock the entire Chang'an, and Wang Haoran must not be distracted at this time, so he quietly walked outside.

When Wang Qihong went outside, as soon as he saw his mother and second mother, he put his index finger to his mouth and signaled them to be quiet. When he walked to them, he explained softly: "Mother, Erniang, Haoran is painting, don't be too loud." ”

Seeing that Wang Qihong was so cautious, the two women felt that Wang Qihong was making a big fuss, wasn't it just a child drawing a picture, but they still did what Wang Qihong said, lowered their voices, and their steps were much lighter.

"Wait a minute, don't make a noise when you see Haoran's painting, it will affect Haoran's painting."

Wang Qihong was worried that the two women didn't care very much, so he reminded again.

"Hong'er, are you so cautious?" Liu Min couldn't help but ask softly.

"yes, why don't you just paint a picture, can you still draw a living person?" Meier was also puzzled by Wang Qihong's serious attitude.

"That's not it, but it's ......," Wang Qihong paused and said solemnly, "It's not a problem to shake the entire Chang'an City." ”

"What?" The two women were shocked, although Wang Qihong was only twelve years old, but he was steady, he said that he could shake the entire Chang'an City, that must be a few percent sure.

The two women followed Wang Qihong quietly to the courtyard, if it weren't for Wang Qihong's repeated reminders to keep quiet, they would definitely exclaim when they saw Wang Haoran's paintings. A style of painting that has never been seen before, and the people in the painting are familiar people around them, this kind of visual impact actually makes the two women addicted to it and can't extricate themselves.

"Call it a day!" Suddenly, Wang Haoran shouted with relief, and everyone jumped up from the stool, looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction, thinking that half of the fifty taels of silver had already been obtained.

"Finished drawing?" Liu Min was awakened by Wang Haoran from the painting.

"Auntie, mother, are you here too?" Wang Haoran found a few people standing behind him, and said with a grin, "I just finished drawing." ”

Liu Min looked at the painting again and sighed, "I didn't expect Ba'er to have such a talent!" ”

Wang Haoran didn't care much about the aunt's praise, and now he just wanted to turn this painting into white silver as soon as possible. When he saw Han Niu standing stupidly on the side, he ordered: "Han Niu, bring the photo frame that was made yesterday and frame this painting." ”

"Xiaoyu, you can come over, has the topic been made?"

"I made it a long time ago, but I didn't dare to move when I saw my brother painting so seriously."

Wang Haoran was moved, stroked Xiaoyu's head and said lovingly: "My good sister, whenever you want to eat mung bean paste in the future, my brother will make it for you." ”

"Okay, I want to eat it now."

……

"By the way, since you have already made the topic, why do you always have a thinking expression?" Wang Haoran changed the topic and asked.

"I'm wondering if there is any way to crack this nine-square grid."

The eight-year-old kid is just coaxing, and immediately shifted her attention from mung bean paste to the nine-square grid. However, Wang Haoran was still surprised to find that Xiaoyu was not simple, he was only eight years old, and it was good to be able to solve this nine-square grid, and he could even think of cracking the law of this problem, which even children in the 21st century could not do.

Han Niu took out the photo frame from the room, and Wang Haoran's mother Mei'er took the photo frame and said, "I'll do this thing, we women should be careful." ”

The eldest lady Liu Min also stepped forward to help, although they didn't know how to use this photo frame, but this usage was very simple, and Han Niu would know it with a little pointing. The two women carefully put the painting into the frame, not even daring to let it out, as if the paper had suddenly become very fragile and would tear apart at the slightest blow.

"Haha, where are they? Is Ba'er's drawing done? Wang Furen strode in and asked.

Liu Min saluted and replied: "Master, Ba'er just finished painting, that painting can be described as a masterpiece!" ”

"Oh?" Wang Furen laughed and said, "Madame praises you like this, it seems that Ba'er is indeed a talent!" ”

"Master, please see, this is Ba'er's painting." Mei'er said as she handed the painting to Wang Furen.

"This ......" saw the painting, Wang Furen couldn't laugh anymore, originally he just thought that Wang Haoran had a little talent in painting, but now, is this just a little talent? It's just against the sky!

"Sir?" Liu Min gently pushed Wang Furen in shock.

"Looks like I'm underestimating Ba'er." Wang Furen sighed, and then laughed, "It seems that our Wang family is going to produce a great painter!" ”

WANG FUREN YY FOR A LONG TIME, AND ASKED WANG HAORAN: "BA'ER, DO YOU WANT TO MAKE FIFTY TAELS OF SILVER WITH THIS PAINTING?" ”

"What fifty taels of silver?" Meier asked.

The matter of fifty taels of silver was known to his father and son, so Wang Furen explained it to everyone, and then looked at Wang Haoran and waited for him to answer the question.

"That's exactly what it means." Wang Haoran replied.

"Your painting is indeed a masterpiece, but, with all due respect, you are still an unknown kid, and even if someone pays a high price, it should not exceed fifty taels of silver. The value of a work of art is often difficult to estimate, and the most direct way to estimate it is to see who created it, and the greater the person's reputation, the greater the value of the artwork. Can you see what I mean? I'm not saying your drawing is bad. Wang Furen carefully expressed his opinion, for fear of hitting Wang Haoran's confidence.

"But don't worry, if this painting is sold for less than fifty taels of silver, how much is the difference, I will make up how much money to you." Wang Furen added that although he didn't know what Wang Haoran wanted ten acres of fertile land for, he vaguely felt that maybe Wang Haoran would bring some surprises.

"No, I understand what Dad means. How much this painting is worth depends on how it is sold, and if you sell it directly, it will definitely not sell for too high a price, but I still have a killer feature. When Daddy buys rice seeds, remember to pack them separately and mark them. Wang Haoran didn't care about Wang Furen's words.