Xia Han breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Meifang was really tired, she went to sleep after eating dinner and resting for a while, Xia Han sat in the living room, the light of the notebook illuminated her face, and she hesitated when she looked at the invitation sent again from the "Sunflower" exchange forum in the mailbox.

Repeatedly refused before because it was unnecessary, but now?

Since graduating and moving out of Xia's house, Xia Han has always insisted on self-reliance, renting a house, firewood, rice, oil and salt, and spending daily money earned by himself, this cost is not big, it is not small, just relying on a basic salary of 1,080 for a waiter in a pastry house is not enough to maintain, she usually occasionally auctions her works online in the auction attached to the forum, a carefully created oil painting, which took one or two months to complete, framed with exquisite frames, and when you are lucky, a painting can be auctioned for tens of thousands of yuan- One of her best works once sold for 35,000 yuan, which is really a lot of income for her as an amateur oil painting enthusiast.

In the past, such a leisurely work as a waiter in the pastry house made her feel very comfortable and happy, plus the money from the usual auction of oil paintings, she lived alone and was quite a bourgeoisie, but now with the addition of Fu Meifang, it means that life is completely different.

First of all, food, clothing, housing and transportation, add a person with an extra mouth, the pressure can be imagined, and then, the elderly are most afraid of getting sick, Fu Meifang has a very serious rheumatism, as soon as it comes to the rainy season, it will be very bad, and she can't sleep all night long, coupled with years of hard work, her body can be said to be half broken, what such people are most afraid of is what sudden illness, and then what complications will be caused, in this era when everything has to rely on money to dredge, Xia Han has to think more about her and herself, At least have a little extra money on hand, just in case.

Over the years, she has auctioned a few oil paintings on the "Sunflower" website, and she has accumulated a certain amount of popularity on the forum, basically as soon as she releases the news to auction the works, there will be a few die-hard fans to cheer for the show, advertise for advertising, and fry for popularity, although everyone may not know each other in reality, but the friendship established on the Internet makes them do their best for each other, for which Xia Han is very moved.

This exchange meeting is the forum founder "Baroque" organization, the forum has a good person who has been peeled for this person, rumored to be a successful person over forty years old, because of the love for oil painting so created this forum, attracted countless oil painting lovers to speak on the forum, the exchange will invite some entrepreneurs and successful people interested in oil painting, the invited forum oil painters need to bring a piece of their own work, the purpose is to discover some of the outstanding oil painters who usually dive at the bottom of the forum, It is equivalent to an oil painting exhibition in disguise, or it can be said that the forum provides a platform for some depressed oil painters to buy and sell face-to-face with oil painting lovers.

Xia Han knew that this was an opportunity, as long as she was careful and took the few "treasures" that were treasured in the cupboard to the exchange meeting, it would not be a problem to make a splash at all, and when she really became famous, she would quit her job at the pastry house and concentrate on creating oil paintings, and it was actually very simple to live without worrying about food and clothing.

But when hobbies become a means of earning a living, all inspiration is exploited by desires.

She had always believed in this sentence, and, in her heart, oil painting was the last memory she could find and Fu Yuqi, and she didn't want to throw it into the whirlpool of the world, and let desire dye it mottled.

She turned off her computer.

Give yourself a little more time to think about it, she thought.