chapter 36 still

"Sister." Xiao Yi ran to me knowing something, stretched out an arm and hugged me desperately. I looked at his face and didn't know why there was a feeling that I didn't understand.

Really, really, what is it?

The years have turned into air hovering in my ear, and I can feel their breath, so warm, yes, warm.

To be honest, I'm still very happy to have relatives around me at this time.

"Sister, we let the teacher play two minutes earlier today. I thought you didn't come. As a result, I didn't expect you to love me so much. Let's go home. I'll show you what to eat today, young master.

Brother, your sister, I also want to go home quickly. Maybe I can catch up with the Happy Camp, but we still have to take on the burden of saving your sister Su Su.

"You accompany me to the gallery first. I haven't been there yet. After we go, we will eat outside. Young master, you cook. To be honest, it's still a little difficult for me to accept. Your sister Su asked us to play later, so we can't go home yet.

Xiaoyi OKOKOK.

We stopped a taxi and drove in the direction of the gallery.

Sitting in the car, Xiao Yi suddenly said to me, "Sister, do you still have money? Young master, my funds need turnover recently, and I need the strong support of a banker like you.

I usually do. Although my parents don't call me much and care about me, the living expenses for me are really relatively generous. Basically, I can catch up with the rich second generation like Su Su. However, it is well known that I am a loser and like to buy everything. In particular, I have no resistance to perfume and bags and clothes. The money in my hand is just careless.

I don't have a lot of money, but I still have saved a few small money.

"How much do you want? Is there enough money to sell the painting later? I think Xiaoyi probably has a girlfriend and wants to buy some small gifts for his girlfriend. He basically lost all the money given to him by his aunt when he played mahjong with Su Su and others a few days ago, so he thought of turning around with me. It's all acceptable.

It's contradictory to say that my friends are so honest and beat my brother... It really didn't save me face.

Xiaoyi's eyes began to shine, "Yo, I haven't found out that you are a talent yet! Your old man's painting can now be opened for 20,000 yuan..."

Wow, your sister's painting is really stupid to pay 20,000 yuan a piece now. What you are sitting now is not a rental but Bugatti Veyron.

And so on...

"Do you want 20,000?!" I stretched out two fingers and swayed in front of his eyes.

Then I saw Zhang Xun, our young master, who was beautiful and invincible, nodded solemnly.

"Do you want to buy a house? It's better to buy a car. It's so much. You really think that your sister is a bank sister. If there are 2,000 yuan, we will make do with it to sell blood to see if we can make it up. Brother, tell me the truth to my sister. Is there anything else? Did you fight with others and beat them? Why did you suddenly ask for so much money?

Xiaoyi rolled his eyes and said, "Please, do you think my brother is still fourteen or fifteen years old and ignorant and likes to fight like you all day long? Anyway, it's not a bad thing. If you really don't, forget it. I'll figure it out by myself."

By the way, Xiao Yi and I go to the same kindergarten, primary school, and I really hope he will never have sex with me in college. So I still heard about the bad things I did in middle school. The most violent time was that he came to our classroom to find me with a long iron ruler. At that time, he was in the second year of junior high school, and I was a first year of high school, but I was already taller than me. As if there was a brother's posture, he caught me and asked, "Sister, there is a woman in your class who is bothering you. If you lose, I'll give it back to you now.

When he spoke, Su Su Qianrui Xiaoxue and other miscellaneous people were present. I was not only moved, but everyone was moved. Ali, how can you have such a handsome and filial brother!

I said there was nothing I could do. I didn't have a father or mother. I had to send someone to cover me. It's a pity that he is a younger brother. If only he were an elder brother.

It's quite touching to think about it now.

"My sister will help you prepare. I bought a painting and it should cost two or three hundred yuan. There are still so many things at home. For example, I haven't even opened the label for some clothes. If I change hands, I can still get some money. AND Didn't I receive a flat-model CASE a few days ago? In addition, the money in the card given to me by your uncle and aunt should be almost enough. I broke my fingers and counted, and the difference was almost the same. Even if it's poor, you can go to Susu to borrow some, if Xiaoyi is really in urgent need.

"Forget it, it's so hard. It's not that I don't know you. The luxury goods I bought will fall too much. It's not cost-effective. And if you sell it, you don't know how to buy it back, which is even less cost-effective. I'm not in such a hurry. You can save it. And oh, if your painting really sells for two or three hundred pairs, then give it to me now. I'll sell four hundred pairs. We saved a trip to the gallery and wasted the money for a taxi. I can't see that Xiaoyi knows me so well and "lifts" me so much.

"Dad boy, you look down on your sister so much. Although your sister's words are only three or two hundred yuan now, it may not be sold, but in two years, it may be worth four or five hundred yuan!" I have a good word.

Xiao Yi didn't plan to bird me. At this time, the gallery also arrived, and the driver stopped the car.

This gallery is not very big and not very famous, but the business is very good. How to put it, the boss is very good. I always feel that everyone should have an opportunity. The quality of the work is not up to one person. Therefore, he is willing to accept the paintings of our students. The price is not high. If the seller is happy with it, it's OK. Sure enough, it's better to meet someone who can appreciate your own works, and you can cooperate for a long time.

As soon as I walked in, I saw an oil painting hanging at the door.

It should have been painted for a short time, and the color has not been completely dried out. The picture is not big, only 15CM*15CM. A very exquisite wooden frame is framed, which makes people think it is a delicate small photo from a distance. On it is a picture of a little boy in a gray velvet jacket burying his head in a room full of sunshine and sharpening pencils. Behind the little boy is an easel with an unfinished sketch of the little girl's head. I don't know why. I feel that this painting is particularly special and makes me excited.

My finger unconsciously fell on the author's insignment in the lower right corner of the picture, which scared me. It turned out to be a string of small English letters next to "C.Y", which should be the name of the painting, "still"

Still... This name is really distinctive.

However, is there any mistake, is "C.Y" painted by the landlord? Please, he can also draw. Doesn't he only hold different girls and kiss their daughters all day long?

I couldn't help patting my skull. Have I been harassed by the landlord recently? Seeing the two simple letters of C.Y, you can think of whether it is the landlord who kills thousands of knives. It seems that it is purely too neurotic. I really like this painting. It is almost perfect in terms of composition and tone processing and expression, and there is no defect. This C.Y is not a master-level person, and it should also be a talented student in the Academy of Fine Arts. If you like it, you like it. I'm afraid it's expensive.

"Is Xiao Zheng here?" The boss is a short and fat middle-aged man. I call him Uncle Li. He wears a pair of black-framed glasses and holds a newspaper in his hand at any time. Seeing that I have been here for a long time, I came out enthusiastically to say hello to me.

"Well, hello, Uncle Li. This is my brother, Xiao Yi, say hello. I touched Xiaoyi, who was still wandering outside the sky, with my arm.

Xiaoyi is also a polite and good child. He went forward and shook hands symbolically with Uncle Li.

"Uncle Li, what is the reserve price of your painting?" Seeing that the boss was coming, I didn't beat around the bush, but directly pointed to the oil painting and asked for the price.

"You know our internal market. If you really want Uncle Li, I won't make money for your children. The author of this painting also offered an interesting price of 999 yuan. If you think it's appropriate, I'll take it off and give it to you. To be honest, I think it's more than this price. Nowadays, it is rare to see works with aura in the gallery. Uncle Li raised the glasses on his nose, looked at the painting called "still" and said thoughtfully.

"Then take it down and give it to me. The price is still affordable. I also took a painting today. Let's order 200 yuan first. Anyway, I still know my own level. I smiled and handed the pocket in my hand to Uncle Li.

I don't know if he will immediately feel like throwing me out of the house after reading my work. To be honest, I think the price of 200 yuan is too high. I'm afraid some people think it's expensive. My major is not oil painting, so I can't be as professional as this god named C.Y. Of course, I also want to make him so professional, but there are too many prerequisites. To sum up, I lost at the starting line of growth!

Hey!

Uncle Li took my painting out of my pocket. That's what I'm casual, but it looks like a casual oil painting, and I haven't done much in the past few days. Continuing the usual gouache painting style and solid color style, a blue and white porcelain vase is scattered in a gray background with a few withered daisies. Some petals have dried off, lying alone on the floor and allowing time to annihilate them into ashes. The color of the flower is ugly and decadent dark yellow. As before, there is only a change of light and shade, and there is no gorgeous environmental color added at all. I know that my painting is so decadent that no one likes to put this kind of thing at home.

"Do you have a name?" Uncle Li asked.

"Wither." I looked at what I drew and spit out two words. Yes, it's very direct. It's already withered.