You said Yu Xiaowan? Teacher, I really want you to meet her, she is not just selling pairs, when I first met her, she was selling paintings, and she is the kind of live portrait. ”

Speaking of Yu Xiaowan, Yu Zhuolong also came to the spirit.

He fell in love with his teacher, not that Mr. Cong also likes music, he knows that Cong Xiaoyu likes painting.

"Portrait? Have you seen her draw? How is the drawing? ”

Seeing the little girl's words and knowing that she could draw, Cong Xiaoyu looked forward to her painting even more.

For some reason, when he heard the little girl drawing, he had an indescribable expectation in his heart.

"I can't tell, it's good anyway, by the way, she drew one for me, but it's not my portrait......"

"Bring it to me and I'll take a look." Cong Xiaoyu was a little impatient.

It was the first time for Yu Zhuolong to see the teacher so uncalm, and turned around to find the painting that Yu Xiaowan gave him.

"Oh, Mr. Cong, I lost the painting."

Yu Zhuolong rummaged through his schoolbag and shouted.

"Lost? You're a ......."

Seeing that Teacher Cong was about to slap him, Yu Zhuolong hurriedly took out the painting, "Found it, found it again." ”

Cong Xiaoyu slapped him to the end, "You stinky boy, you dare to tease your teacher, it's really ......"

Before the two words could be spoken, it stopped abruptly.

Cong Xiaoyu looked at the sketch in his hand with wide eyes, and looked carefully, the hands holding the painting were trembling slightly.

"Zhuo Long, is this girl going to set up a stall tomorrow? Where do you set up your stalls? Did you see her painting with your own eyes? ”

"I saw the painting with my own eyes, but she won't come to set up a stall recently, I heard that there is a market near where she lives, and she will go to that market to set up a stall before the Spring Festival."

Yu Zhuolong saw the teacher's strange appearance, but he was not surprised.

The teacher's obsession with painting is even better than his music, and Yu Xiaowan's painting is good, so it is not surprising that the teacher's reaction is not surprising.

"Where does she live near her?"

Cong Xiaoyu asked, those eyes didn't leave the painting for a moment.

Like, too much like that.

If the font of the little girl was similar to him before, forget it, but this style of painting ......

He couldn't wait to see that little girl right away, such a technique, such a smooth painting style, he didn't believe that she was self-taught, whether it was her or her teacher, he wanted to see her.

Yu Zhuolong scratched his head, "I really don't know this, I know that her husband works in a factory, she came with her husband, she came out to set up a stall to earn a living expenses, including selling pairs, I heard that the factory has a holiday in a few days, and she is going back to her hometown." ”

"Painting just to earn a living?"

Cong Xiaoyu looked down at the painting in his hand again, a little angina.

"How much does she have to pay for this painting? How's the business? ”

"What else? She only paints portraits of pedestrians, ten dollars a piece. ”

Speaking of this, Yu Zhuolong still felt that Yu Xiaowan was too crazy.

"Ten yuan a piece, it's not much about grabbing money, I've been setting up a stall with me for almost two months, and few people are looking for her to paint, I persuaded her to be cheaper, after all, it's a small profit but a quick turnover, and she still refuses."

Cong Xiaoyu waved her hand, and her heart hurt even more.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?" Yu Zhuolong saw that Cong Xiaoyu's face was not very good, and asked.

"My heart hurts, I have angina."

Cong Xiaoyu couldn't wait to slap his student again.

It's really eye-catching, and ten dollars is too much for a painting like this?

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