"I don't care! I don't care! I'm going to be number one! I'm going to be number one! "In the house of the elder in the central city, the little grandson is rolling all over the floor.

The district elder felt that his brain was very painful, and the pain was a little swollen: "Okay, okay soldiers, let's practice more in the future, and next time we will get the first place, okay?" ”

"Not good! She's only four years old! Why take the first place! The soldier continued to roll on the ground, refusing to leave the ground as if it were his mother's embrace.

"Alas, people draw better than your teacher......" The district elder rubbed his temples. If Lin Xiaoxiao's level is also the level of an ordinary child, then with his status as the district head, it is impossible for this competition to be put on Lin Xiaoxiao.

But the problem is that Lin Xiaoxiao's level is already so much higher than that of ordinary art teachers, and it is so obviously high, no one is embarrassed to give her a second place, right? Otherwise, if the two works are put together, the difference is too obvious, right?

"I don't care, I don't care, I don't care......" the soldier continued to roll on the ground.

The district chief's wife felt sorry for her grandson and complained to the district chief: "That child must have cheated!" How can a child at such a young age draw so well? ”

"No, I've seen that kid, and she must have painted that painting." The district chief continued to rub his head, his grandson couldn't beat or scold, he really didn't have a move.

"Seen? What does she do at home? Drawing? The wife continued to ask.

"It's not, but I've seen her paint, and the last time I went to the N City Calligraphy and Painting Association to participate in an event, she was the first to paint, and she was amazed at the time. Now, her skills have gone one step deeper...... This kid is really a genius...... "Fortunately, the district elder still remembers Lin Xiaoxiao's name - because it is so easy to remember."

"Isn't this a monster...... How can such a child draw so well? Even poems can be written......"

Listening to his wife's muttering, the district chief was also aggrieved, last time he saw Lin Xiaoxiao write a poem with his own eyes, it seems...... She has even improved her level of writing poetry......

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Seeing the award certificate that Gu Chengyun helped her get back, Lin Xiaoxiao took it expressionlessly, stretched out and asked, "Where is my painting?" ”

"Someone wants to buy your paintings, do you sell them?" Zhang Guangqi asked with a smile on the side.

"Buy? Who wants to buy? How much? Lin Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly asked-yes, I can sell paintings! Wouldn't that make money?!

"A visitor, someone bids a slap in the face." Zhang Guangqi stretched out a palm and said.

"Five? Fifty? Five hundred? ”

"Fifty!"

"Oh, forget it." After asking the price, Lin Xiaoxiao lost interest, fifty, not much, let's keep it for myself.

"Are you stupid?! You little kid paints a lot, and people can make fifty out of it! How much do you earn in a month! Zhang Guangqi opened his mouth wide in surprise, this kid shouldn't have settled the account yet.

Lin Xiaoxiao ignored him, looked up and asked Gu Chengyun, who was smiling, "Master, how much can you sell for a painting like this?" ”

"Me?" Gu Chengyun was slightly stunned, he didn't point to the paintings to make money, but he didn't definitely not sell them, "Paintings of this size...... About 1,000 or so......"

Then, Lin Xiaoxiao looked at Zhang Guangqi indifferently: "So, I won't sell it if it's less than five hundred......"

"You ......" Zhang Guangqi's hand trembled, and he simply took it back: This master and apprentice have the same temper, and they are dead!

The combined salaries of Lin's father and Lin's mother can't reach 500 yuan in half a year, but it's not that Lin Xiaoxiao thinks too highly of herself, but she thinks that her paintings should be worth at least this value. Otherwise, even if it is burned, it will not be sold cheaply.

There is now an extra house in the house, plus Lin's mother has a double share of money on the other house.

Lin Xiaoxiao has seen that room, when the Xu family's piece is demolished, it will be worth more than 50,000 yuan, and if you take a double share, you can get at least more than 10,000 yuan.

If Lin Xiaoxiao had some small ideas before Lin Dad and Lin Mom were laid off to make the family's life better, the Lin family's life would at least be more comfortable than in the previous life. Therefore, she didn't want to use her interest to make money, she liked to paint, but she didn't want her paintings to be tainted with money.

Just like Gu Chengyun, Lin Xiaoxiao also believes that works painted for the sake of selling paintings lose the natural and artistic conception they should have, which is too utilitarian.

Therefore, she will not reduce the price, love to buy it or not, and go back to hang it up at home if she doesn't buy it.

In addition, there is a small thought in Lin Xiaoxiao's heart, since ancient times, the fewer paintings that have been handed down, the more valuable they are, she is not in a hurry.

Lin Xiaoxiao took the painting home, but bluntly told Lin's father and Lin's mother, saying that her painting won the first place in the competition in the Children's Palace.

Dad Lin was so excited that he wanted to hang up Lin Xiaoxiao's award, but Lin Xiaoxiao stopped him desperately, and finally had to compromise - take the "parrot" to frame it and hang it at home.

Boss Sun, who was fragrant with pen and ink, saw Lin Xiaoxiao coming, and hurriedly made a discount, Lin Xiaoxiao often came to buy ink brushes or something by herself recently, and the frequency of buying was quite high (used too fast), the two had already known each other, and after a long time, they naturally had to discount or something.

Lin Xiaoxiao's New Year's harvest before the New Year, the pocket money occasionally stuffed to her by her three uncles, was all used by her to buy these things, after all, her consumption was really exaggerated, especially after she practiced color ink painting, and even the consumption of those colored ink accelerated, if Lin Dad and Lin Mom bought it, they would be suspicious.

Fortunately, Gu Chengyun will give her some things like rice paper from time to time, but she doesn't dare to take too much, otherwise others will think that she is eating paper, ink, and brushes, not painting.

"This parrot is so good! Your painting skills and calligraphy have improved a lot recently! Boss Sun held up the painting and praised it.

The two were chatting, and a new guest came in outside, and suddenly, a boy's voice sounded, startling Lin Xiaoxiao and Boss Sun.

"Ahh That stinky parrot! ”

Lin Xiaoxiao turned around in surprise, and the two old men at the door stood there with a seven or eight-year-old boy, and the boy was still raising his hand and glaring at himself angrily?

"You drew this?!" The boy took a few steps forward and pointed at Boss Sun and erected the picture.

Lin Xiaoxiao didn't know why, frowned and nodded.

"It's all your fault! You cheat! The boy took a step forward and raised his hand to push Lin Xiaoxiao.

After learning Tai Chi with Gao Siqi for five or six months, plus running in the morning every morning, although he had never touched anyone else, Lin Xiaoxiao's reflex nerve had already been practiced, and with a conscious move of his right foot, he easily let go of the boy's little hand without moving much.