This shouldn't be the mobile phone ringtone set by Meng Ke, it's inevitably too exciting.

You can't put on some soothing music, we girls like to listen to it.

If Cao Yuanyuan hadn't heard it with her own ears, she wouldn't have believed the facts at all.

I have to say that Meng Ke's appreciation of songs is already a higher level than ordinary people.

Looking at Meng Ke, who couldn't wake up like Peppa Pig, she pursed her lips, obviously unhappy.

"Hey, big lazy pig, get up."

Yuan Yuan shouted loudly in his ear, and Meng Ke, who was immersed in the world of dreams at this time, suddenly opened his eyes, and his face was full of confusion.

"I saw it, the girl in the picture, and she came out and stared at me all the time."

Meng Ke will not analyze the situation that the girl likes him at all, and he still knows very well what his appearance is.

Even if the girl wants to chase him, she can't agree.

Because she's not human, she's just a portrait of Terets.

To put it in the simplest words, it is a virtual character, which does not exist at all.

No one really believes that there are pleasant goats in the world, except for elementary school students.

Fortunately, it was just a nightmare, and at the same time, Meng Ke, who was frightened, broke out in a cold sweat.

"Why are you still stunned, answer the phone quickly."

Yuanyuan urged on the side, and it can be seen that her interest in this song is not too great.

"Oooh."

Meng Ke unplugged the charging plug and answered, could it be that someone asked him to borrow money again.

"Hey, who, what's the matter?"

"Qiangzi, you go to the central kindergarten to pick up the child, I'm very busy here, and I can't come here if I have something urgent."

On the other end of the phone, the voice of the grandmother came out. It can be heard that her breath is relatively gentle and unhurried.

What's going on, shouldn't it be Ke Zi, how can it be bald!

What kind of grandmother, what kind of kindergarten, Meng Ke was confused when he heard it, and black lines were almost emerging on his forehead.

He hurriedly explained for a long time, and finally figured it out.

It turned out that the old man was dazzled and pressed the wrong number to make a call.

But then again, this is also normal, and Meng Ke didn't take it to heart.

Then he started the car and began a walk-and-go trip.

He has a peculiarity, he doesn't like to take the national highway.

The key there is a convoy of traffic police patrolling, in case it is found to be speeding or overweight or something, it is guaranteed that points will be deducted, and in serious cases, the license plate will even be lost.

The main problem is that the car is not his own at all.

In order to prevent a series of things, he chose an inaccessible rural section and took Yuanyuan for a ride to soak up the autumn afternoon sun.

The road was smooth, and when he was halfway through, Meng Ke suddenly had a stomach upset, probably because he had eaten too much food.

"Yuanyuan, you stay here first, I'll go to the neighborhood to make it convenient, and I'll be back soon."

Opening the door, he had to pick up his pace, or the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Where's the public toilet?"

Meng Ke looked into the distance, surrounded by a countryside.

If you can find two floors here, it's a spectacle.

Obviously, however, the economy in this area is not too developed, and it is time to go to the grassroots level to get rid of poverty and become rich.

Of course, he doesn't need to worry about this as a high school student, so let's get rid of the current situation first.

He walked forward again, and when he turned the corner, he found a square, where several old men were playing chess in the shade of a tree.

Meng Ke originally planned to go over to inquire about the public toilet, but after thinking about it, he forgot it to avoid embarrassment.

Besides, he was embarrassed to speak, and if he asked, it was in vain.

But what to do now, you can't just be helpless and hold it all the time.

He found a secluded place, and it was perfectly solved in a pile of grass.

I opened the door, but the phone rang again.

"Could it be the old woman, she pressed the wrong number again?"

With doubts, Meng Ke chose to answer.

Because the caller was an unfamiliar phone number, it should be far away from the south.

"Are you Boss Meng, I want to buy that painting of yours."

He could hear it clearly, and the other party was a middle-aged woman, who could tell from the voice.

Yuanyuan, of course, was also curious, she was listening attentively.

"Yes, that's right, I'm Boss Meng. The painting is in my possession right now, and I'll send it to you when you need it. ”

"Haha, it's very thoughtful, are you free now, you can send it right away."

The middle-aged woman is very urgent, it seems that she is quite enthusiastic about the portrait career.

Meng Ke didn't want to take Yuanyuan for a ride anymore, and it didn't make any sense, the top priority now was to dispose of that painting.

Of course, he is thinking about all this for Yuanyuan.

If he lived alone in this deserted western-style building, he would have nothing to fear no matter how many paintings he had.

Not to mention "Girl in the Rain", it is "The Man Under the Sun", and in his opinion, it is still just a painting.

Yuanyuan likes art projects, and if she stares at that painting for a long time, she may be depressed, which is really scary.

Meng Ke did this as a precautionary measure.

Soon, he sent the painting by courier.

Of course, on the night of cash on delivery, he had a big meal with Yuanyuan as a reward for the success of selling paintings.

Strange to say, after the painting was gone, the sound of the piano on the third floor stopped abruptly in the middle of the night, as if something had been expected for a long time.

And the middle-aged woman couldn't put it down after getting the painting.

To what extent she likes, she also specially asked the relevant masters to frame the paintings to show respect and love.

Twenty-four hours a day, except for eating, sleeping, and beating Doudou, she spent most of her time staring at the painting, as if there was some magic in the painting that attracted her.

When eating, don't forget to take out the paintings and admire them.

The lines drawn with a pen on it come to life. In particular, the painter's treatment of the microscopic expressions of the face is just right.

She knew that without three or five years of hard work or inspiration, the painting "Girl" would not have been born at all.

Behind every great work is the sweat of the people who have silently made contributions to it.

As soon as dusk passes, so does night.

The woman's bedroom was small, and there was nothing on the wall next to the bed.

Now that the painting has arrived, it's time for it to be performed on the wall.

As she was about to fall asleep, she stared at the painting for a long time. In the end, I was reluctant to be nostalgic, so I turned off the lamp in front of the table and prepared to sleep.

As soon as the lights went out, the entire bedroom was immediately plunged into darkness.

At the same time, I became one with the world outside the window, and slowly immersed myself in this lightless environment.

"Knock knock", "bumper knock".

The woman heard it very well, and there was a strange sound in her ears, as if someone was walking around the house.