"Miss Xiaohuan, what you said is good, if I can't sell it, won't I smash it?" The tailor is not stupid, and he will not let Yan Huan flicker a little girl.

"How so? Every time you make a new style, you find a beautiful girl near your home and let him wear your clothes to the supply and marketing cooperatives to go around twice, as long as the people and clothes are good-looking, and there is no business to come to? Or you can directly hire that girl to stand at your door for a day, and then I will keep you to take orders and take orders, and your hands will be weak, and you will count the money until your hands cramp. ”

The plan has not yet been implemented, and Yan Huan is already helping the tailor boss imagine a better life in the future.

"......" When everyone heard this, they all felt that this little girl was really a lotus with a bright tongue, and she could be said to be alive if she died.

Yu Fan couldn't help but laugh a little when she heard Yan Huan's words, who taught her this, and she also took orders to solve the problem of being weak with one hand, counting the money until her hands cramped!

The tailor boss felt that Yan Huan's words were very reasonable, her little head was too good, why didn't he think of it.

"Master, what do you say? Is my image worth the price? Yan Huan didn't want to have a fight with the tailor boss, if he didn't buy it, she would leave.

"Xiao Huan, a hundred yuan is too much, you can't fool other tailors, it's not easy for people to make some money." Hu Lanxiang stepped forward and grabbed Yan Huan's arm and persuaded.

Yan Huan directly withdrew her arm, squinted her big beautiful eyes and glanced at Hu Lanxiang, her angry eyes were covered by the thick eyelashes like a small brush, making it impossible to see her pupils.

"No, no, no, this girl's words, what Miss Xiao Huan said is very reasonable, her words are worth the price, I originally opened a shop to make money, and Miss Xiao Huan's idea is very good, I think it is feasible, so I decided to buy Miss Xiao Huan's picture." The tailor first glanced at Hu Lanxiang and denied her words, then looked at Yan Huan and agreed to buy her paintings.

Hu Lanxiang and the people who made clothes in the tailor's shop still wanted to persuade the tailor when they opened their mouths, but the tailor just smiled and waved his hand to signal that the big guy didn't need to say any more, he had already agreed to Yan Huan's proposal.

"Well, it's still the master that you have a vision, and you will make a fortune by buying my drawings for safekeeping, but I don't want anyone other than Brother Yu to see me when I paint, so you have to arrange a place for me to paint." Yan Huan glanced at the people in the room and said.

There are many people, and if others see it and leak her drawing style, then the tailor boss's money will be spent in vain.

"Okay." The master tailor answered. "Miss Xiaohuan, wait a minute, I'll cut the white light for you."

Yan Huan nodded, sat on the chair next to Yu Fan and waited.

"Xiao Huan, won't you let me go in with you?" Hu Lanxiang came up and took Yan Huan's arm and asked.

"Lan Xiang, I'm sorry, this picture was bought by someone's tailor master, and I have the obligation to help others keep the drawings secret." Yan Huan withdrew her arm again without a trace, for this Hu Lanxiang, she has already understood her as a person in such a short time, it is simply a modern version of the White Lotus!

Yu Fan lowered his eyes and looked at her, with a faint smile in his eyes, but he didn't expect her to speak in a set way, and it sounded reasonable.

"Then how can Brother Yu see it?" Hu Lanxiang pouted and said coquettishly.

“……”

"Brother Yu, he's my fiancé." What about you? It's just a neighbor, Yan Huan didn't say the rest of the words, but she knew that Hu Lanxiang understood.

When Yu Fan heard that fiancé, his heart itched as if he had been touched by a feather. His gaze fell on her clearly, and a shallow smile floated in his inky eyes like night.

Hu Lanxiang was stunned and silent, sitting on the side and muttering in her heart, "What's the big deal, don't you make some money, your tail is going to be in the sky!" ’

The tailor cut a stack of white light and paper and handed it to Yan Huan, leading her and Yu Fan to the storeroom.

Hu Lanxiang sat on the chair and stared at Yan Huan's back, and stomped her feet angrily.

The tailor took Yan Huan Yu Fan into the utility room, the utility room was stacked with fabrics and leftovers for making clothes, the whole utility room exuded a faint smell of fabric, there was a table against the wall, a pencil sharpener was placed messily on the countertop, a few pencils with erasers had been sharpened and a thin and moderately thick ledger.

"Master, can you use the leftovers of this color to help me make a few hair bands, about thirty centimeters in length, between one centimeter and two centimeters in width, I can help you draw one more picture." Yan Huan picked up the leftovers of the same color as the skirt she made from the leftovers on the ground and said to the tailor.

"Just walk two loops of thread on the sewing machine, no money." The master tailor smiled and waved his hand.

"Thank you, master." Yan Huan politely thanked him.

"Alright, let's draw."

After the tailor left, Yan Huan sat on the stool and lowered his head and began to draw seriously.

Yu Fan lowered her eyes, one hand on the edge of the table, her eyes fixed on her serious and focused face.

"Xiao Huan, you are literate." In the middle of the night, the man's deep voice echoed lightly in the room.

Yan Huan paused for a moment and continued to draw without raising his head, "Why do you ask that?" ”

"How can I have such a correct posture of holding a pen if I am not very literate."

"Brother Yu, do you say this to ask the teacher for guilt?" Yan Huan held the pen in his small hand for a moment, and there was only the sound of the brush brushing the tip of the pen and the paper in the small room.

"I just wanted to know if you were lying." Yu Fan's tone suddenly became serious, quite like the posture of a commander training his subordinates.

...... "What about her?" Why did this person start training without saying a word, and really treat himself as a grandfather?

It's just that every time Yu Fan's leadership posture comes up, Yan Huan feels very interesting, and he is not afraid of his appearance, "I'm not lying, I'm really illiterate, I just know how to draw, isn't this a conflict?" "She had already made excuses when she started drawing her first picture.

Is that really the case with "......"?

"Xiao Huan, when did you learn to draw? Who taught? "This should have to be drawn from small to large to have this level, and the lines she draws are very coherent, even the thickness of the lines is the same after a painting, and there is no broken line, the teachers in their mountain village have this teaching level?

"Do you still need to teach such a simple thing?" She hadn't learned much to draw before she was here, but she had taken two painting lessons for fun, but she was really good at drawing.

...... "You don't need to be taught to draw so well?"

"Xiao Huan, don't be too proud, it's not good." Yu Fan is serious.

"Hahaha... Brother Yu, do you always look like an old cadre? Yan Huan couldn't help laughing, and he couldn't even hold the pen in his hand steadily.

“…… What nonsense, I haven't reached the age of retirement, how can I be an old cadre. Yu Fan lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl who was smiling and trembling, speechless.

"Poof... Hahaha..."Yan Huan put down his pen and hugged his stomach directly with a smile, "My stomach hurts with laughter." ”

Yu Fan was puzzled by her laughter, and looked at her with his eyebrows twisted, his words were funny?