Probably because they saw that their son drew well, the parents did not object again.

Of course, it was not said that it was in favor.

This means that it doesn't matter, you can do whatever you want.

If it was impossible to do it before, it would definitely say that you should study honestly and don't mess with this mess.

Ren Bufan did not show his previous rebellion today, which is also an important reason, which makes his parents feel that he has changed, and his attitude will naturally soften.

That's it for now, and then there's the easel.

After eating, he returned to focusing on easel making.

Maybe I really don't have the talent in this area, and I kept doing it until the middle of the night, but I still didn't succeed, and even got worse and worse, and I was upset.

At 1 a.m., I even fell asleep on a table in the hall because I was too tired.

Early the next morning.

The sun shone in through the window and sprinkled on his face, feeling warm.

Ren Bufan opened his eyes and sat up in a daze.

I found myself sleeping in the upstairs room, and I was covered with a quilt, and I was stunned.

It seems that I was too sleepy last night, so I fell asleep on the table.

It seems that the parents carried them up?

Worst!

At this time, the easel has not yet been made! So how can I make money, how can I pay back Zhao Yan's money?

At this time, both parents have gone out to work, and there is only themselves at home, which is very quiet.

In a panic, I got dressed and went downstairs, ready to get some food casually, and then quickly figured out how to get the easel.

When I arrived downstairs in the hall, I was stunned to find a fairly standard easel standing in the middle.

When I went up to check, I used the old wood, but it was much better than the easel I made.

Reach out and try it, it's very sturdy and won't wobble.

Could it be that I did it in a daze last night?

Impossible!

Even if you really made it yourself, where did the sawdust go?

Turning his head to look again, there was an aluminum pot on the table, still steaming.

There are vegetable plates on the side of the pot, which are pickled radish, mustard and dried vegetables and meat.

When I lifted the lid of the pot, I saw porridge that was very appetizing when I looked at it.

One glance at the easel, and then at the dishes on the table, I realized that my parents made it for me.

The easel is supposed to be done by my father, although he is not a carpenter, but he has occasionally seen repairing furniture before, and the craftsmanship is definitely better than his own.

The meals were cooked by my mother in the morning and must have been made early and before going to work.

A hot current surged in his heart, secretly explaining why he was so ignorant in his previous life, and even tortured his parents until he died.

In this life, you must never go down the old road again, and you can no longer let your parents worry about themselves.

After eating breakfast in a hurry, I packed up all the painting tools, and rode off on my back.

When I arrived near the mountain gate of Luogusi, it was already about nine o'clock in the morning.

There are already cars coming and going, and it is very lively.

On weekends, tourists from near and far come to play, which is a common occurrence.

Locals don't need to buy tickets to enter the Gonggu Temple, Ren Bufan used to often go to the temple with Zhao Yan and them, and a few bad boys would occasionally steal a few coins thrown by tourists in the wishing fountain and use them to play game consoles.

Therefore, I am very familiar with the Temple of the Drum and I can walk around with my eyes closed.

Stalls are not allowed in the Luogu Temple, and the management will stop them, so they can only be near the mountain gate.

It's a place where tourists come and go, with a lot of foot traffic and vendors on both sides of the road.

The good places are all occupied, and I only blame myself for coming too late.

I had no choice but to put down my easel near the highway farther away from the mountain gate and move away from the vendors a little away.

The bicycle is parked next to it, the stool is placed in front of the easel, and the white paper prepared in advance is placed on the easel.

On this white piece of paper is a self-portrait of Ren Bufan, and at the same time the words "100 sketches of people" are written.

Once you've set it up, sit down and wait for your customers to come to your door.

There are so many tourists passing by, but there are also those who stop to watch, after all, it is the first time I have seen someone in this scenic spot to pay for sketching portraits, which is fresh.

It's just that they all take a casual look, and then walk over, staying for less than 3 seconds, and have no intention at all.

The location is not bad, with a big tree behind it, just shaded from the sun, and it is very cool.

But sitting until eleven or twelve o'clock is also very tiring.

The most important thing is that no one cares about it at all, which is a big blow to Ren Bufan's self-confidence, and he feels that he is a joke and thinks that making money is too easy.

I was really hungry at lunchtime, so I took out the two freshly baked sweet potatoes in the morning and ate them, and said that I would wait for another 1 hour, and if I still had no business, I would withdraw!

Maybe you think too well, how can there be such an easy way to make money?

Compared with the confidence at the beginning, his face was full of depression and irritability at the moment.

After eating two sweet potatoes and sitting for nearly half an hour, my confidence was even more broken, and no one stepped forward. Those tourists who passed by confronted them, and as soon as they asked, "Do you want to depict them?" the other party looked at them with strange eyes, and then left directly.

Is it a great sin to make money from sketching?

The more I waited, the more upset I became, and just when I wanted to give up, someone next to me came over curiously: "Classmate, what are you doing here?"

Turning his head to follow the voice, he saw a girl about his age, approaching with curiosity on her face.

"You are ......" Ren Bufan felt that she was a little familiar, but he couldn't recognize her.

"You're the fat man of the three (1) class Wuzhou four ugly, right?" the girl asked with a smile.

"You are very rude!" Hearing this title, Ren Bufan suddenly felt disliked in his heart, "My name is Ren Bufan, not Ren Fat!"

It's the four ugly people in Wuzhou again, and it's the fat man again, so he calls himself to his face, and no one is happy.

"I'm sorry!" the girl was stunned for a moment, and then immediately apologized, "It's just that everyone around me calls me like that, I ......"

Ren Bufan was already depressed because he had no business, and now he was disturbed by her like this, and he was even more in the mood. When I stood up, I was ready to pack up my painting tools and go home.

"Are you angry?" the girl quickly apologized softly when she saw him like this, "I have no malicious intent! I saw you at school, and when I saw you here, I was curious to come and take a look." I'm Shen Qingqing from Class 3 (2), right next door to you. ”

Shen Qingqing from Class 3 (2)?

Ren Bufan stopped his movements, looked back at her, and finally remembered.

It's very familiar, it turns out to be from the next class.

At school, she wore a one-size-old uniform and wore a ponytail all the time. Now he didn't wear braids, his long black hair was draped behind him, and he was wearing a well-fitting casual suit and skinny jeans, which was completely different from what he saw in school, so it was no wonder that he didn't recognize it at first.

"Character sketch 100 ......" Shen Qingqing saw that he didn't talk, so he took a closer look, showing a surprised expression, "You make money by painting people? The pricing is too terrifying!

"Huh?" Ren Bufan frowned in confusion and turned his head to look at her.

"My dad's salary is only 1,500 a month, which is very high in the town. Who can afford your 100 paintings?" Shen Qingqing said, "Or are you just writing and playing?"

100 yuan a piece is very high?

In my memory, I often see a sketch of 50 yuan or 100 yuan......

Halfway through thinking, he suddenly reached out and patted his head.

In my memory, it was more than ten years later, and now it is more than ten years ago, it's different!

is also because there is a little tyrant Zhao Yan next to him, who can lend more than a hundred casually, so that he can ignore the pleasure.

The purchasing power of 10 yuan or 20 yuan at the moment can be worth more than 100 yuan in ten years.

No wonder so many tourists passed by before, just to take a look, and then look at themselves with strange eyes, the feeling is that something is wrong here!

Now that he knew what the problem was, Ren Bufan stopped cleaning it up, and quickly took out the eraser to erase the number 100.

"Hey!" Shen Qingqing was busy trying to stop him when he saw this, but it was still too late, so he could only show a regretful expression, "These little birds are very well drawn, what a pity to wipe them off like this." ”

"Change the price. Ren Bufan didn't look back, picked up the brush and prepared to rewrite.

"Wait!" Shen Qingqing thought for a moment, stretched out his right index finger and lightly tapped on his left shoulder, "Classmate, why don't you draw a new one?"

"Why?"

"Your self-portrait is not good-looking, and it will have an impact. I'm straighter, but not malicious. Shen Qingqing said, "You have to put a good-looking sketch to attract others!"

"Are you saying I'm fat and ugly, and as a signboard not only doesn't attract people, but makes people disgusted?"

"No, no!" Shen Qingqing waved his hand again and again, "You are just a little fatter, and your facial features are still upright." But people like to appreciate beautiful things, right?"

"This ......" looked back, and her expression was indeed sincere. Ren Bufan hesitated, "Then what should I draw?"

"Hmm...... That's it!" Shen Qingqing looked around, "Do you still have a stool here?"

"I only have one ......"

"Oh, then you want customers to stand and model you?" Shen Qingqing frowned.

"Eh~" Ren Bufan was embarrassed, it was the first time to do this kind of thing, and there were a lot of problems. Hurriedly took out the stool he was making, "You can sit on this, I'll just stand." ”

"Bring it!" Shen Qingqing snatched the stool, walked to the front and set up the stool under his puzzled gaze, then folded his legs and sat upright with his hands on his knees.

"...... are you?"

"I'll be a model for you!" Shen Qingqing said with a smile, "You can paint me for free...... No, two of them! One for me to take with me, and the other as a sign to attract customers. I'm not that good-looking, but at least I'm pleasing to the eye, right? Using me as a signboard is definitely better than yours. Also, people love to watch the excitement, and when you paint me, it is easy to attract onlookers! ”

"Why are you helping me?" Ren Bufan frowned, his reputation in school was not good, and a good student like Shen Qingqing should avoid it.

"Everyone is a classmate," Shen Qingqing replied, "And I want a sketch, can you help me paint it for free?"

Ren Bufan stared at her, only seeing very simple eyes.

Moreover, a good-looking and well-read student like her will not play tricks on others. What's more, she and Zhao Yan and others have a bad reputation, and they are all bad students that others don't want to provoke, so she won't ask for trouble.

Pick up the paintbrush at the moment: "Then sit down and keep this position and don't move." ”