An Ning carried his painting tools on his back and walked aimlessly along the street.

There was no job for her, and no one wanted to hire her.

Sitting on a park bench, my chin propped up, looking ahead in distraction, a little confused.

Is she really, so useless?

The park is remote and sparsely populated, but the scenery is excellent.

Towards evening, the sky was red. Deep and shallow, layered, and intertwined, outlining the pomp and circumstance of alternating day and night.

The warm orange glow reflected on An Ning's face, and the amber eyes were exceptionally clear.

This world is far from being as simple as she imagined.

Putting aside the distractions in his mind, he smiled peacefully.

People always have to grow in difficult situations, don't they?

Tranquility closes his eyes and empties his mind, and his heart is quiet like never before.

Breathe slowly, listen to the wind whispering in your ears, and listen to the swallow whispering in the beam......

When I opened my eyes again, I saw stars in my eyes.

Pick up the brush and hook the corners of your lips slightly.

That smile, not deep or shallow, not salty or light, is the elegance that flows from the bones.

As night falls, the lights come on.

An Ning's eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, looking at mountains from a distance and water up close. A pair of water autumn pupils, spread brightly.

It's clearly a beauty that came out of the painting.

Yuan Xiang felt that she was clearly a little more beautiful than the painting.

Yuan Xiang is good at ancient style, likes to wear cheongsam, likes to write poems, occasionally has interest, and will write articles and draw ink paintings.

I especially like classical beauties.

It's like tranquility.

stood quietly behind An Ning, looking at her quietly.

People are also beautiful, and so are paintings.

An Ning painted the scenery in front of him, green trees, flowing water, and sunset......

An Ning put down the pen, and as soon as he turned around, he met a pair of smiling eyes.

Yuan Xiang smiled gently: "Your painting is good-looking." ”

She boasts that she has seen many celebrity calligraphy and paintings, and she is still quite insightful about piano and chess.

But this praise is sincere.

Her paintings are really better than those celebrity masters.

An Ning's smile widened, her eyebrows and eyes were raised, and they were bent into crescent moons.

Reach out and turn the paper upside down and rotate it in a circle.

Yuan Xiang fixed his eyes and suppressed the exclamation in his heart.

It turned out that the painting was turned upside down and turned into a rising sun.

The sunset turns into the rising sun, the sinking fish falls into the geese, and the sky and the lake are connected.

It seems to be a painting but not a painting, true and false, and it is not the same, who is the master of ups and downs?

An Ning seemed to be pleased, rolled up the drawing paper, and handed it to Yuan Xiang.

The lip flap is gently moved and given to you.

Yuan Xiang took a step back and shook his head seriously.

She couldn't ask for it, the painting was too precious. Whether it is its artistic conception or its expressive connotation.

and the artist's own exquisite skills.

The price of this painting is far beyond her imagination.

An Ning was a little distressed and took back the drawing paper.

Yuan Xiang stretched out his hand and gently stopped her. When the words came to his mouth, he tossed and turned, and said euphemistically.

"Perhaps, you can sell it to me."

No way, the painting is so good, she really likes it.

An Ning was a little puzzled, and he wanted to give it to you left and right, so roundabout.

After thinking about it, he held out five fingers.

"Five million?" Yuan Xiang asked, she felt that the price was a bit low, and it could be higher.

The price of this painting, it shouldn't be like this.

An Ning shook her head.

"Half a million?" Yuan Xiang couldn't believe it.

An Ning shook her head.

Just fifty.

She doesn't charge much, fifty, it's already a lot.

looked at Yuan Xiang so unacceptably and unbelievable. An Ning bit her lip in anguish and withdrew a finger.

Or forty?

Yuan Xiang exclaimed, angry and funny.

This girl is so silly and cute.

Yuan Xiang took off a jade ring from his hand. Hold An Ning's wrist and put it on for her.

Tranquil wrists, slender, fair-skinned.

The blue blood vessels underneath flow slowly. It seems that as long as you exert force, it will be broken.

"If you need it in the future, bring the bracelet and come to Jiang's house to find me."

A promise made by Miss Jiang will not be exchanged.

An Ning was not pretentious, nodding.

Although she thinks money is better.

She had to have a lot of money to afford a chandelier. Afford pink marshmallows.

in order to be able to afford to be cool.

Immediately, Anning and depressed lowered his head, his eyelids covered his eyes, and the bottom of his eyes was gloomy.

Liangliang is too expensive, she can't afford it.

Still don't raise it anymore.