Tang Xiaoqing looked at Lu Chengsi for help, he was good, looking at the scene in front of him with a smile, as if he saw what a happy scene.

Tang Xiaoqing gritted her teeth, fortunately, she is not too bottom-limiting, just praise it.

"Grandpa, you're actually very good at drawing! Even if you are a student of a professional art school, you may not be as good at drawing—"

Before the words fell, the old man finally broke out.

"Humph!" He threw his brush on the ground, walked out of the study angrily, and sat down on a wicker chair in the corridor opposite the study, shaking the chair and stroking his white beard, still resentful.

No way? Isn't it okay to boast like that?

Tang Xiaoqing was a little dumbfounded.

"Miss Tang, you don't know, we have always praised the old man's paintings as the best in the world, and if you compare the students of the academy with him, of course he will be angry." Song Bodao.

"Huh?!" Tang Xiaoqing was dumbfounded, "You say that, can grandpa believe it?" ”

"He believes." Song Bo affirmed.

How bold a man is, how fruitful the earth is!

This kind of painting is randomly evaluated in a kindergarten classroom, and the ranking must be the bottom, and they dare to call him the first in the world!

"Then how can I make him happy?" Tang Xiaoqing smiled bitterly.

"Actually, it's very easy, every time he paints a work, we all compete to buy it, just give him hundreds of thousands, and he will be happy." Song Bodao.

"Isn't it?" The old man makes money by painting, which is more profitable than being a "Mrs. Road" himself!

"Miss Tang, don't worry," Song Bo immediately laughed when he saw Tang Xiaoqing's expression, "We are actually just coaxing the old man to draw a few more pictures, this is the doctor's suggestion, saying that it will help his brain recover, and there is no need to really give money." We're all playing white strips, you see, it's all the old man's income. ”

Song Bo said, pointing to a large antique wooden box on the side of the study, which was full of white strips.

Tang Xiaoqing picked up a white slip and looked at it, only to see that it was written: Today, Song Qingshan asked for a painting of the old man's amazing world, and paid 170,000 yuan.

Tang Xiaoqing picked up some other white strips and looked at them, and the situation was similar.

However, Song Bo bought the most paintings.

"Today's painting is a portrait painted by the old man for me, I booked it in advance, and I need to write a white note of 300,000 yuan." Song Qingshan said, looked at the old man in the distance, and said with a smile, "Old child, old child, old man, the old man has been more like a child in recent years." ”

Lu Chengsi patted Uncle Song's shoulder and said in a low voice: "Uncle Song, thank you for your hard work!" ”

It is precisely because of Uncle Song by the old man's side that he can be so relieved.

"The old man is my savior. Without the old man, I would not be where I am today. I do these as they should. ”

When Song Bo and Lu Chengsi were talking, Tang Xiaoqing picked up the paintbrush that the old man threw on the ground, wrote a white note with a brush, and walked towards the old man who was still angry.

"Miss Tang doesn't understand the old man's temper, I'll go over-" Uncle Song was busy with him.

Lu Chengsi grabbed Uncle Song and said, "It's okay to let her talk to the old man." ”

When he saw Tang Xiaoqing arguing with the old man, the old man seemed to be in a better state.

It's not a bad thing to make the old man's mood fluctuate a bit.

Moreover, when Tang Xiaoqing and the old man were arguing, they had a lot of family love, and Lu Chengsi was quite moved to see it on the side.