"I didn't want to paint, I just wanted to come and see you, how is the business?"

Yu Xiaowan unceremoniously pulled Zhuo Long's little Mazha to sit down.

Yu Zhuolong shrugged his shoulders and glanced at the people who were hurrying around, "You saw it, that's all." ”

"If you want me to say that you should go back to your class, lest you get frozen here and not make any money."

I really don't know where Yu Zhuolong's teacher is that sacred, who can let his students slip away for so long.

"I don't want to go back, I missed so many classes, and I can't understand when I go back, so it's better to be here, by the way, Xiaowan, my teacher told me that he found a way to help me transfer in the spring of the year."

"Transfer? Under what conditions do you transfer? ”

She had heard of college students transferring to Yu Xiaowan, but she really didn't think that Yu Zhuolong had any conditions for transferring, could it be that this era was different from the later system?

Speaking of transferring, Yu Zhuolong's eyes were full of smiles that could not be concealed.

"I said that I had to find a way, my teacher said, let me practice hard, he found a way to help me transfer to the conservatory, you know that I wanted to be admitted to the conservatory of music in the first place, or my dad pressed my head to let me change my will, I have regretted it all these years, I will not give up this opportunity this time."

Yu Xiaowan gave a thumbs up, "I support you, anyway, I'm really curious about your teacher." ”

"I told you that the teacher also had no talent, and when he saw that I liked music so much, he remembered himself, so he helped me."

patted him on the shoulder, Yu Xiaowan stood up and stretched, "Come on, I'll be miserable, it seems that I'm going to drink the northwest wind in the past six months." ”

Yu Zhuolong glanced at her, "Not necessarily, you are so good at painting and writing, if you want to make money, there is no opportunity, there is one now, but I don't know if you are willing or not." ”

"What will not be? Let's start with that. ”

Yu Xiaowan came to the spirit.

"Now it's going to be the end of the year, the New Year's family sticks pairs, you can write pairs at home and then come out to set up a stall to sell ah, you can sell them in the wax moon, and you can sell them until the Spring Festival, but I don't know your proud nature, are you willing to sell pairs?"

Yu Zhuolong secretly thought that she would cost ten yuan for a painting, and if she treated her words as a treasure and sold a pair for ten yuan and eight yuan, it was estimated that she would not be able to make this money.

Who knew that Yu Xiaowan clapped his hands, "Really, then I have to prepare immediately, there is still half a month to enter the wax moon, I have to write more, otherwise it will be too late to sell out." ”

Yu Zhuolong: "...... Yu Xiaowan, can you still have a little more face? It's still out of stock, isn't it time for you to paint for three days and not open it? ”

"It's not the same as painting, when the time comes, you can help me if I can't be busy, don't worry, I'll pay you."

No matter how contemptuous Yu Zhuolong's face was, Yu Xiaowan patted him on the shoulder again and was about to leave.

It was a good idea, and she had to prepare in advance.

Yu Zhuolong was so angry with her that he had to hire him to help, and it was possible to get a bunch of pairs that he couldn't sell and beg him for help.

Yu Xiaowan is a do-it-all character, leaving the underground passage and going directly to the wholesale market to buy red paper and pen and ink.

She didn't move the 500 yuan that Lu Mu gave her yesterday, and there were still more than 20 yuan from selling paintings on her body, which was enough.

She didn't want to buy these two things for fifteen, and the rest of the money was all bought red paper, except for the fare. Take a look at the latest chapter of "My Husband's Super Warm Dada Claw Book House" to read for free for the first time.