"Mi Xiaonuo" patted you.

"Senior, are you free on weekends? Go to the southern mountainous areas to barbecue together? / greedy"

This Mi Xiaonuo was a student in the studio when Ding Shuo was teaching in the art exam school. He often took a group of boys to the Internet cafe in the middle of the night to start a blackmail. Later, after his patient training, he successfully got admitted to Qinghe Academy of Fine Arts and naturally became a little fan of himself.

When she is fine, she often goes to the gallery to help herself and cheat her of food and drinks.

Ding Shuo has long been accustomed to this.

He was too lazy to type and replied with a voice: "No time..."

Mi Xiaonuo quickly came back: "Oh, senior, just help..."

As a single dog who stayed alone in an empty room, Ding Shuo couldn't stand the girl acting cute with him the most. He felt his scalp numb and asked again: "Who are they?"

Mi Xiaonuo replied: "Just a few sisters in my dormitory, but they all brought their boyfriends. You said this is not bullying people? I don't want to be a light bulb alone."

Ding Shuo took a sip of flower tea: "Haha, I'm not your boyfriend."

Mi Xiaonuo continued to act coquettishly: "All of you are friends, just treat it as a helper. At worst, I can tell you a secret..."

Ding Shuo was stunned, and a hint of curiosity arose in his heart: "Hmm? What's the secret?"

"Then you promise me first, accompany me to the barbecue in the southern mountainous areas on weekends, and I will tell you." Mi Xiaonuo deliberately kept it in hiding and said mysteriously.

"Tsk~~ I won't say it." Ding Shuo put on his glasses. Anyway, he couldn't be interested in the gossip news about these girls. It was either this one had a crush on that one, or that one betrayed this again...

"Tang Ke'er cheated on me again..." Mi Xiaonuo sent a few words and quickly withdrew it.

"Isn't the boy I met last time pretty good? He is handsome, has money at home, and is the main force of the basketball team of the sports school. Apart from blushing when he drinks, he doesn't seem to have any shortcomings, right?" Ding Shuo replied in voice. In fact, he was not surprised at all. From the time he knew Tang Keer to now, he knew that this little fairy had changed her boyfriend to more than one basketball team.

"Hey... who knows her? Anyway, no matter how the three of us advised her, she didn't listen. She was like a demon. She loved her to death and came back drunk every day until the early morning. And this time she cheated on her with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek and a dragon and tiger tattoo on her arms. She looked like she was not a good thing at first."

"Did the one from the Sports Academy know?" Ding Shuo asked.

In his opinion, Tang Keer could only play like this at noon because something would happen sooner or later.

After waiting for a long time, Mi Xiaonuo came back to a message: "I definitely don't know. Oh, I won't tell you now. They are back. See you on the weekend!"

Ding Shuo glanced at the time and it was already unknowingly 12:30.

Although I am not hungry, I still have to eat it on time.

He opened the takeaway software and spent 15 yuan to order a fried rice with flavored braised sausage.

While waiting for the meal, he opened an online novel in the bookshelf, voted daily, and followed the latest chapters. He was shocked to find that the bald baby didn't go to bed at around 5 a.m., and added three chapters to himself in one breath.

In addition to being moved, Ding Shuo felt more sad.

After glanced at his account balance, he rewarded the bald baby with 1wQD coins.

Although not much, it is enough to make a frustrated author excited all day.

After the reward, Ding Shuo left a message to the bald baby in the book review area: "Bald, come on!"

At this time, another message popped up on the screen of the phone. This time it was sent to him by Zhu Daneng: "Brother, the painting has been delivered."

Ding Shuo replied with a message: "Okay."

After waiting for about ten minutes, his takeaway was delivered.

The boss's wife also gave him an extra can of iced Coke.

Ding Shuo opened the lunch box and slowly ate lunch.

Today is Thursday.

In the afternoon, the already empty antique street became even more deserted.

There are only a handful of people walking into Jiuxiang Lane, and most of the customers are residents living nearby and they come out to stroll.

Although it can be closed early, it is nothing to do when going back to the rental house. Ding Shuo simply stayed in the gallery and watched a movie. He stayed until after get off work, but got up to pack up and prepared to close the door.

As soon as he moved the last oil painting into the house, a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of expression came in.

The other party wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and asked, "Boss, are you collecting paintings here?"

Ding Shuo could not see from the other party's messy goatee's beard that the other party was also engaged in art, so he nodded: "Check it, if it's convenient, you can take the painting to the store to take a look."

Goatbeard took out a cell phone from his pocket, opened the album, flipped through it a few times, and showed it to Ding Shuo: "There are about a dozen works that I am most satisfied with when I go out to sketch over the years. If I weren't anxious to use money, I would never have taken them out and sold them."

Ding Shuo glanced at the other party's bloodshot eyes, took the other party's cell phone, and saw the scene taken by the other party, with a little shock on his face: "Did you draw these?"

"Well, it's all my drawings." Goosebeard nodded, her haggard face was full of expectations. I hope Ding Shuo could give a suitable price. It can be seen that he really needed the money.

Ding Shuo flipped through several times, and it was all common mountain scenery in sketching.

Although it was viewed through the photos, Ding Shuo became more and more shocked the more he looked at it.

He thought that his oil paintings had reached the level of becoming a master, but compared with the other party, his paintings were no different from those of the kindergarten children who were free to doodle.

Especially the other party’s handling of details has opened Ding Shuo’s eyes.

Even the branches that pass by in a few strokes seem to have a soul, making people feel the emptiness and loneliness in the wilderness.

Seeing that Ding Shuo hadn't spoken for a long time, Goatee swallowed and couldn't help asking: "Boss, how much can you give such a painting?"

"The paintings are all pretty good. How big are your paintings?" Ding Shuo returned the phone to the other party.

Goatee quickly replied: "Most of them are 60*80, and some are 80*120 and 50*60."

"If you have such a size, I can give you the most price for each piece." "??"..." Ding Shuo said, stretching out two fingers.

"two hundred?"

The goatee showed a little disappointment on his face. There were at least seven or eight galleries on this antique street. He had asked about basically every one. Some only included paintings, but they did not directly accept original sketches like him. Or they gave them a very low price, two hundred pictures, and they would not sell them.

"No, no, no..." Ding Shuo shook his head with a smile. Although the other party may not be famous, this technique and strength should not be underestimated. It has completely reached the level of a master, "two thousand per picture."
Chapter completed!