Xu Meiyu took a look, this painting is abstract, and ordinary people are afraid that they can't understand it.

However, if the child likes to draw, she must encourage her to explore this path, otherwise her hobby will be destroyed, and she may not develop on this in the future.

"Xiuxiu, you tell your mother, what is the purpose of your painting" If the girl's painting can be kept for thousands of years, it will definitely be valuable, but before that, she must be famous and become a painter

Otherwise, it's just a waste painting.

If a girl wants to be famous, she must be excellent in painting, she must be touted, and more importantly, she must have a way to promote.

Suddenly, she felt so difficult, this promotion is not easy.

"I just want to paint for my mother, when I grow up, I see beautiful, or I like all the things I like, and when I get old, I will tell my children, however, I want to paint more of my mother, I want to paint a picture for my mother every once in a while, and when my mother is old, we can look at the painting and remember together."

Xiuxiu said very seriously, in her world, the starting point of thinking about any problem is for the sake of her mother.

If her mother doesn't object, she will keep drawing.

"Poof, you just want to paint your mother, you can, you can paint whatever you want, but you still have to focus on studying, and you will have the opportunity to be a female master in the future, and teach more students, which is the most proud, this painting, you should be a hobby, because this painter is not easy to succeed, and it is not easy to get a Bole to appreciate you."

As she spoke, she laid out the painting on the table, and looked at it carefully, the painting was really good, she felt that the child had a gift in this regard, but unfortunately the conditions did not allow it.

"Okay, I listen to my mother, I will paint when I have time in the future, if I can make money by painting portraits of others" Xiuxiu suddenly whimsical, she was young, she only wanted to earn money for her mother to support her family, she hoped that she could grow up soon.

"Yes, you can paint a portrait for you, if you paint vividly, others will definitely come to you to paint, your idea is good, change Ming'er, you draw a tree for your mother to see, and then paint a chicken, when your mother goes out, also for you to publicize, if someone likes, when your mother goes to build a fire bed, by the way sell your painting to make money"

"It's good, it's good."

Xiuxiu was so happy that she danced, it seems that her mother still supports her own painting

"Baby, you have to come on, if you want to sell for money, you have to paint with your heart, not playing, if you don't paint well, people don't want it, you can't sell it for money, and when the time comes, this paper money can't be earned." She put a little more pressure on the child, letting her know that this paper can't be wasted.

"Well, I'll definitely think about it before I put pen to paper, so as not to waste ink and paper"

Xu Meiyu smiled, her smile was very sweet, if Xiuxiu's paintings could really make money, she would be much more relaxed.

It's just that she thinks that painting can make money, and she can paint herself, so why not try it too, alas, for now, it's better to build a fire bed, she can't be half-hearted, after all, not everyone likes to paint portraits, and not everyone wants to appreciate other people's paintings.

This night, she accompanied the child and talked about a lot of things, all about what happened when she was not by her side, and she thought at that time that Xiuxiu could already take charge on her own, although she was only a girl who was almost six years old.

At breakfast the next day, she got up with her father and the guards first, and then Cui Yuyang also got up, and as for Caidie, they slept late.