Chapter 330

The next day.

May 3rd.

Tang Qing did not go to play with Lin Jiaxue in the morning, but drew at home.

This time, Lin Jiaxue is not the object of the gun, but the object of the painting. She has not painted her for such a long time. One is not enough, two, three, many.

There are no failed works in his hands.

In the picture is his lover. He doesn't allow himself to tear up or roll up any of them and throw them into the garbage can.

Because this is what he loves in this life.

After finishing the biggest pair, Tang Qing took it and hurried to the mounting shop.

This is the biggest and best picture mounting shop in the city.

Tang Qing hasn't been here before. The information is collected by the command room. You can see it when you ask. It's not far. The taxi will arrive in five or six minutes, just one street from his school.

A house in the breeze.

It's very artistic. The plaque is also very exquisite. Looking at it, it's very high-end. Tang Qing keeps nodding his head, and the words are well written. It's just the material of the plaque that we have... He didn't understand at all.

Only wood.

Once in the door.

Cultural atmosphere is coming.

It is mainly for mounting hand-painted works of art, not for mounting photos and posters. The business is relatively simple, but also professional. It's just that some of the display works placed in the entrance hall are a little bit ha ha.

Tang Qing turned his lips.

You copy this ghost and show it. You really feel good about yourself.

If most of the works were not good, he turned around and left.

An old man looking very spiritual is carving wood on the counter at the door of the shop, but it seems that it's just beginning, and he can't see what to carve.

See Tang Qing enter the door.

The old man stopped his work.

"Hello, little brother. Do you want to mount something?" The old man pushed his eyes and smiled.

The smile is very kind.

"A picture, with the best materials." Tang Qing replied.

"Our best frame material is yellow."

The old man's careful explanation was interrupted by Tang Qing.

"I want it. Mount it."

"Ah, yes."

I met a local tyrant.

The old man was happy, too.

He said that he took over the painting in Tang Qing's hand. He didn't need to open it. As soon as he touched the paper, he knew it was a sketch.

He thought it was a poor work of the young people, but slowly opened it, and a beautiful woman with awe inspiring spirit jumped onto the paper. He not only took a deep breath of air conditioning.

Good painter.

Good composition.

Generally, there are only a few things that can be expressed through shadow. Especially when drawing characters, drawing old people has a more "realistic" sense of vicissitudes than drawing young people. However, Tang Qing's sketch is extremely smooth, with no redundant lines. Each stroke is indispensable, but it can show a woman's beauty perfectly.

It's divine.

The old man is so big that he has never seen such a perfect sketch figure.

It's a master level.

"Little brother, is this the painting of your family?" The old man said in surprise.

"No, what's the matter?" Tang Qing shakes his head.

"No, I just want to see the painter. I dare to ask which master Qingxue is." Looking at the red mud big print on it, he can be sure that he has never heard of it, but the word "Qingxue" is firmly printed in his mind.

Listen, Tang Qing also drifted a little unconsciously.

"Master, it's my painting. Mount it quickly, old man. I'll add money and hurry to give it away." Tang Qing urges that he is going to give it to Lin Jiaxue later.

The old man's face changed. He looked at Tang Qing in shock and asked, "is this your painting?"

"Well, please." Said Tang Qing.

"No trouble, no trouble. Please come here, little brother. Come and pour tea for your guests." The old man hurriedly took Tang Qing to the sofa in the corner of the hall and said hello to the backyard.

"Come on."

A crisp female voice came out of the backyard.

The old man smiled at Tang Qing and said, "wait a moment, little brother. I will definitely fix it for you in an hour. Even if the price is increased, where can I learn from you?"

"I study by myself."

"From.. Self-taught? You are a genius. " Exclaimed the old man.

"I'm flattered." Tang Qing said with a smile.

At this time, a 16-7-year-old woman came out, wearing a school uniform, Tang Qing smiled, it looks like a school, but it should not be a senior three, otherwise, he would not be unrecognized.

"Grandpa, who is this?"

"A distinguished guest. You look at the shop first. I'll mount the picture. " Said the old man.

"Oh."

When the old man arrived in the backyard, he couldn't hear the sound of tinkling, and the sound of cutting machine.

Tang Qing didn't see it either.

It's someone else's craft, which is taboo.

The woman did her homework at the front desk.

It's nice to have grandpa here.

Tang Qing can't help but think of his grandfather. There is an old man in his family, and if there is a treasure, it's a pity that his grandparents have all driven the crane to the West. Tang Qing is a little sad to think of all the things here and before.

Tang Qing didn't wait, but went out to buy some snacks and gave the one named Xiao Ke a little. The two chatted about it. It turned out that she was really a junior sister, a senior two, a liberal arts student, her parents died early and lived with her grandparents. She was a very strong girl.

Time passed slowly.

An hour later.

The old man took out the framed picture.

A frame of forty times sixty.

Tang Qing took over and looked carefully. He was very satisfied with the exquisite work of the picture frame.

"Boss, how much is it?" Tang Qing wrapped up the painting with paper and tied it up.

"It'll cost you six thousand three." The old man looked at Tang Qing a little uneasily. It was six thousand three, not a small amount.

Tang Qing changed 7000 yuan from his pocket, counted out seven pieces and handed them to him directly.

"Here you are."

When the old man saw Tang Qing turning to leave, he hurriedly asked, "little brother, do you have any paintings for sale?" They mount paintings here, but they can also sell them for them. It's not because of money that they ask Tang Qing, but because he is also a painter. He wants to appreciate other works of Tang Qing.

"I'm sorry, my paintings are for free, not for sale." Tang Qing refused.

The old man felt a lot better about Tang Qing in an instant.

That's the reason.

He accepted.

"It's my abruptness. If you want to mount a picture in the future, come to me. It's all cost price." This is also respect for art.

"No problem, thank you first."

Out of the shop.

Tang Qing took a taxi to Lin Jiaxue's house.

Ring the doorbell.

Once in the door.

No surprise. There was one.

The light bulb Xi Shan is here again.

"Why are you still there?" Tang Qing mumbled.

"Why can't I be here, lest you bully Jiaxue?" Xishan said angrily, it's strange to be treated as superfluous and happy.

"Why?" Embarrassed, Tang Qing said that he really planned to "bully" his daughter-in-law.

Xishan didn't bury him anymore. Looking at the picture frame in Tang Qing's hand, she asked, "what are you holding? The bag is so tight. "

"A picture." Tang Qing said and went in.

Lin Jiaxue is watching TV. Seeing Tang Qing, she gets up to pour tea.

Sit down together.

Tang Qing handed over the painting: "Jiaxue, here you are."

"What is this?" Lin Jiaxue doubts.

"Open it." Tang Qingdao.

Lin Jiaxue did not tear the package, but carefully untied the rope and slowly opened the wrapping paper.

Look at the contents of the picture.

Lin Jiaxue covers her mouth. Even if she is a little ready, her heart is shaking. She looks up and sees Tang Qing's eyes flash with deep emotion. Her face is slowly full of tenderness.

"You did it?" Lin Jiaxue gently stroked the picture through the glass. In fact, she had an answer for a long time. Tang Qing's painting technology was seen at the last dinner party. It's really admirable. When she saw her beautiful and moving self, Lin Jiaxue loved this painting to death.

"Well, I sent it to you as soon as it was mounted. Do you like it?" Said Tang Qing.

"Yes, I do." Lin Jiaxue holds the picture frame, with a gleam in her eyes.

"Do you have nails in your house? I can see where they fit." Tang Qing gets up to find the nail.

Lin Jiaxue hurriedly stopped: "don't hang it, just put it at the head of my bed."

"That would be fine."

Xi Shan, who just went to wash the fruit, also saw: "Wow, can you even draw?"

"Of course, otherwise, how can we deserve our Jiaxue?" Tang Qing said proudly.

"Or draw one for me." Xi Shan suddenly changed her face and begged. In her heart, she also sighed that Lin Jiaxue was very lucky. She has such a versatile, handsome and golden boyfriend. Oh no, fiance.

"Next time, no tools today." Tang Qingwan refused.

"Oh."

Xishan can only write down this promise first.

Then Tang Qing sat down and kissed the pretty face of the girl next to her.

"You, you and I are still here. Jiaxue, you don't care." Xishan was critically hit by the thunder.

“。。。” Lin Jiaxue did not object, but lowered her head silently.

Tang Qing was fed dog food by Xi Shan and her husband for so many years in his previous life. He has to return it well in this life.

"You... I went to do my homework. " Xishan also lost her eyes and went back to Lin Jiaxue's room.

Without outsiders, Tang Qing didn't care. Pang Ruo enjoyed the rare time without anyone. Lin Jiaxue became more enthusiastic than usual.

Just don't let it happen.

But it's not urgent. It's only more than a month. He can't help it.

PS: brush the existence of female owners.