"Fourth uncle!" Xia Han flashed into the room and closed the door: "What's the good thing this time?" ”

Xia Zhenying pretended to smile mysteriously, and her smile was full of exaggerated cunning: "If there is no good thing, I will definitely not call you here!" ”

As he spoke, he turned around and opened a large square box behind him, and a warm-toned pastoral landscape oil painting appeared in front of him, full of warm colors, soft lines piled up with colors, layered on top of each other, with a strong sense of three-dimensionality, just one glance, Xia Han's eyes lit up with excitement: "Where did it come from?" ”

Xia Zhenxuan smiled and handed her the frame: "I bought it in a small place in the northern suburbs, it was painted by a little painter who is not very famous, how about it?" Not bad, right? I think this person has potential, maybe he will become famous at some point, and when the time comes, he will definitely double the value of this thing. ”

Xia Han glanced at him: "Fourth uncle, you are too vulgar!" ”

Xia Zhenxuan laughed: "Just kidding, I think you will definitely like it, it's not expensive anyway, so I bought it, how about it?" Okay, right? ”

Xia Han held the picture frame and looked at it over and over, and couldn't put it down: "I like it, I like it so much!" Thank you, Fourth Uncle! ”

"Hey, don't mind, I'll give it to you, but I have one condition." Xia Zhenxuan had a weasel expression and looked at her with a thief.

Xia Han knew what he was thinking when he saw him like this, his eyes narrowed, and he hated iron and steel: "Fourth uncle, do you want me to help you pinch peach blossoms?" ”

Xia Zhenxuan laughed: "Clever! Some time ago, I soaked in a small wild model, beautiful is beautiful, but the temperament is too spicy, a little unbearable...... You'll help me again, and I promise I won't look for you in this kind of thing in the future! ”

Xia Han glared at him: "The last time? ”

"I promise!" Xia Zhenxuan raised his hands to make an oath.

"Okay. When to go? Xia Han breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's hard to say, I'll call you again then."

Xia Han shook his head helplessly, and carefully put the oil painting back into the brocade box: "Fourth uncle, it's not me talking about you, you really have to restrain yourself, it's not a problem to keep going on like this, and you're not too young......"

"Ouch, ouch, why do I suddenly feel a stomachache, I'll go to the bathroom, Xiaohan, you go back to the front hall first, I'll go out later."

Looking at the fourth uncle who quickly flashed into the bathroom, Xia Han was speechless for a while, when will the fourth uncle, an old naughty boy, grow up?

I went out the door with my oil paintings.

The fourth uncle is not only her elder, but also her mentor and friend, when she was still in the family, her parents' career was just starting, and they had no time to take care of her, so they entrusted her to the idle fourth uncle, since she was six years old, she has been following the fourth uncle, soaked in nightclubs, visited kilns, and stayed in the bar cash cabinet for a night is commonplace, so the fourth uncle is famous for his wreath, have you ever seen someone pick up a girl with a daughter?

Until she was sixteen years old and moved out of the house with her parents, the contact with the fourth uncle gradually decreased, but the feelings were not light at all, the fourth uncle was romantic, often lingered in the ********, and therefore trained a pair of treasure eyes, he has a soft spot for oil painting, and even with her also likes this kind of art piled up with thick ink and heavy colors, usually the fourth uncle goes south and north, and when he sees the oil painting that fits his eyes, he will buy it and give it to her, the only condition is that sometimes he will ask her to help come forward and pretend to be his daughter, to settle those entangled, rotten peach blossoms.