After hearing that Tan Ran was coming, the shopkeeper rubbed his goatee and looked embarrassed.

"Little lady, did you paint this painting yourself?"

"It was painted by the little girl."

Because there is no money, a few paintings are not framed, just take the original manuscript and come directly, even if you maintain it carefully, it is inevitable that the paper will be rolled up a little, Tan Ran smoothed the rolled up place with his hand, and asked, "What does the shopkeeper think?" ”

"Well, the little lady's painting is just like the real thing, it's naturally good, it's just-" The shopkeeper paused, and then said: "The content of the little lady's painting is too ordinary and ordinary, this, a wow vegetable field, which is full of freshly sprouted vegetable seedlings, this, a few puppies grab milk to drink, this hen grabs food, although the painting is cute and interesting, but this has no good name, it is not easy to sell!" ”

Tan Ran was a little puzzled: "Since the shopkeeper also said that the painting is good, why is it not easy to sell?" ”

The shopkeeper pointed to a few paintings hanging in the bookstore and said: "You see, this "Aozhu Tu" implies a noble character, and the solar term symbolizes the upright gentleman. ”

The shopkeeper glanced at Tan Ran, and then said: "The little lady's painting is really good, but it is not suitable for the small shop, and I am afraid that no one will buy it here, why don't you go to other bookstores to have a look?" ”

Tan Ran pursed his lips, put away the package, said goodbye to the shopkeeper, and walked to another house.

The paintings sold in a small bookstore must have a good meaning in order to be sold, and the bookstore opened by the scholarly family will not be so vulgar.

Tan Ran was still full of confidence all the way, and rushed to the second bookstore majestically.

Lin Yi Bookstore.

It's true that people aren't vulgar, it's just-

"Who's the painter?"

"Is there a name?"

"Whom?"

"How many years have you been painting?"

After Tan Ran said that these paintings were painted by her, there was silence around at first, and then a burst of laughter.

"Little lady, this is not playing with mud, your family, you have to do it."

"The little lady is afraid that she is crazy about money, and she doesn't look at what kind of place this is."

Tan Ran frowned and said, "You haven't even looked at my paintings, how do you know that I'm just Hu Lai?" ”

The steward laughed, and said arrogantly: "Do you know what kind of place Lin Yi Bookstore is, the paintings that can be hung here, each one is carefully selected by my master, every painter is famous, some people even practice painting for twenty or thirty years before they dare to hang here, the minimum painting age is also ten years, how old are you this year?" How long does it take to learn to draw? Look at your rude clothes, can you learn to draw? I'm afraid I don't even know how to hold a pen, go and go, don't make trouble here! ”

Tan Ran walked away depressedly, in fact, she has been practicing painting for five or six years, and she has been guided by famous artists in the capital before, but she can't say it!

Standing at the door of the last bookstore in Yunxian Town, Tan Ran gave himself enough courage and broke in directly with the painting in his arms.

"Guest, you ......"

"I'm here to sell paintings."

"I ......"

"It is neither the beauty of the family and the reunion scene of the children and grandchildren, nor the meaning of the gentleman's nobility and the toad palace."

"That ......"

"There is no guidance from a famous teacher, and there is no painting experience of more than ten years, the painter is me."